In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Lancelot realized something was wrong.

But it was too late to stop.

After all, in the first wave of confrontation, he already knew that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his.

The current state of absolute tranquility and peace was achieved without him slacking off at all!

The battle situation suddenly became one-sided.

Even though Ian wanted to resist the attack, he found that the only thing flashing before his eyes was Morgan's resentful figure.

Is this the ending I should have?

Such a thought actually occurred to his mind.

At the critical moment.

Altria simply threw away the king's robe on her body.

She held the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) and stood in front of Ian!

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82. As the king, she only has eyes for you (-word chapter)

The confrontation between knights often consists of two parts.

One is weapons;

The second is the knight himself.

Good weapons allow the knight to fight against more powerful enemies, while bad weapons will become a burden in the knight's hands.

But weapons are not everything.

When the weapons between knights are at the same level.

What determines the direction of the battle is no longer the weapon itself, but the knight's personal ability.

This is the situation that Artoria is facing now.

Aroundight and Excalibur are both holy swords born from the lake.

There is no so-called difference in the strength of the two swords. They are swords under the moon that are strong enough to resist each other.

of course.

The King of Knights had no intention of fighting Lancelot.

But it was because Ian's body had problems again.

So--

There is absolutely no way that Altria would ignore all this.

She is the king of Camelot, but she is also a girl who loves her sweetheart.

The sword of vowed victory was drawn.

Corresponding to the Sword of Wheel of Victory, this is a blade blessed by the moon.

It was noon and it couldn't be used to its full potential.

But for Altria——

This is not something that cannot be reversed.

She is the incarnation of a red dragon and has a heart like a salamander.

Where blessings are lacking, then I will make up for it with my own magic power;

Where there is no shortage, it will be strengthened.

Such as this.

The Moon Blade used against the scorching sun can also easily exert its due strength.

The young king put aside all distracting thoughts and focused all his attention on the absolute silence and peace that was coming towards him.

The sword comes out.

The wind follows.

All is quiet.

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It was a violent storm that could almost blow away everything.

The so-called realm is nothing compared to it.

Bang.

Something is broken.

Altria thrust the Sword of Promised Victory into the ground and stared silently at her opponent on the other side of the duel arena.

Lancelot hadn't recovered yet.

The realm released by the indestructible lake light (Aroundight) only lasted less than a second in front of King Arthur.

Similar situation to Ian.

He felt that his sword was on the same level as King Arthur's.

So--

The reason for losing is myself.

The third rule of dueling is to admit defeat in a duel.

Lancelot sheathed the heavy blue blade and knelt before King Arthur.

"I lost."

This was a defeat for the foreign knights, but no knight of Camelot cheered for it.

Because the life and death of the Shadow of the Knight King concerns everyone.

【The reward was interrupted.】

[Altria picked you up. ]

[She took you back to the military camp where only you and she could enter.]

[She briefly granted you Avalon.]

[As the sheath of the holy sword, it has a powerful healing ability. Even the vicious curse that Morgan attached to the dagger cannot resist it. ]

【But this is not what you own after all. 】

【So it just restores you to a "wakeful" state. 】

Ian slowly opened his eyes and saw Altria looking at him.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl didn't care that her voice might be heard by the knights outside, and sobbed with a choked voice:

"sorry!"

"I shouldn't have let you participate in this kind of duel!"

"..."

Looking at Altria crying bitterly, Ian felt as if something had corroded his heart.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's me who should say sorry."

"It is obvious that this man named Lancelot looks down on you so much, but I can't teach him a lesson to vent your anger."

"No need!"

Altria hugged Ian.

"I don't need you to lecture others about this kind of thing for me."

"I will prove myself to them in my own way!"

"Ah."

Ian nodded weakly, then gently stroked the girl's smooth golden hair.

"I know."

"I saw it - the blow that split the realm, right?"

"Altria, you are worthy of the title of Knight King."

[You are not acknowledging Altria as the king, but you simply feel from the bottom of your heart that her strength is indeed beyond imagination. ]

[But what you don't know is how ironic your words are to Altria. ]

[She increasingly felt that the title of the chosen king was too heavy.]

[Assassinations, challenges, troubles come one after another. 】

【And all this is because she was born to be a king. 】

[The Gifted Girl's Prayer has been replaced with the Girl's Awakening: Your existence will remind Altria at all times, and she will remember what decision she should make at the end of the war, and this will become a part of her soul.]

[You don't know the thousands of waves surging in Altria's heart. ]

[Your attention is still more or less on Lancelot's chivalrous challenge.]

【You have an idea. 】

[You decided to tell Altria.]

"Artoria."

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?" The girl, who had barely controlled her emotions, looked up at the man.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No." Ian shook his head, signaling Altria not to worry.

“I feel really good.”

"only--"

“Just what?” The girl blinked her eyes that were as green as the sea of ​​trees.

"Mr. Ian, you don't have to hesitate in front of me."

"Our relationship..."

Altria held Ian's hand, her face flushed slightly, looking shy and beautiful.

"You don't have to worry so much anymore."

Ian didn't hesitate any longer and nodded.

"Well, you're right."

"That--"

"Artoria."

"I want to talk to Lancelot alone for a while, is that okay?"

[Altria obviously didn't expect you to make such a request. ]

[After all, you almost died in Aroundight not long ago.]

[If it were her, she would definitely not say anything more to Lancelot. ]

【But no matter what, she always respects your opinion. 】

"Well, I see."

Altria nodded without hesitation.

"Mr. Ian, if you want to do this, I will definitely support you."