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

[As long as Vortigern is defeated, Camelot's future will move towards a new beginning. ]

[But after going through so much hardship to get here, you don’t feel excited, but instead taste a hint of bitterness. ]

This is not quite what you expected.

[After much thought, you decided to write a letter to Morgan before the decisive battle with Vortigern.]

[But you don't know that this letter expressing your feelings will have an irreversible impact on her. ]

“Ian——!”

"I command you to return to me!"

With a scream, Morgan suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for breath.

In the empty room, there was only light coming in from the glass windows.

Everything was dyed pure white by the moonlight, as if falling into an ethereal sea of ​​stars.

The princess, sweating profusely, looked at the empty space beside her and subconsciously reached out her hand to grope on the round table beside the bed.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she touched two letters that she had opened dozens of times.

One letter was Ian's previous request for him to forgive Ah Guiwen.

And one is a new letter I just received today.

What is it——

I remembered.

Was it Ian who said that he finally had the chance to get that woman to defeat Vortigern?

Soon, I will ascend the throne that symbolizes power as he promised.

but--

Morgan looked at the letter written in a dignified handwriting in his hand under the moonlight, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Why are you so uneasy?

Everything was clearly going the way he wanted it to - that woman would soon be rolled off the throne.

But there was absolutely no feeling of happiness in my heart.

The proud princess put the letter back in her hand.

Her slender fingers slowly reached into the quilt and played a solo nocturne in the darkness.

She was mimicking his methods to provide pleasure for herself, but the result was a complete lack of physical interest.

Morgan paused—she was beginning to doubt her life.

Is it so difficult to please yourself?

It seems that it has never been discovered before.

That's it.

When he comes back, lock him in the room.

Use the most powerful magic to prevent him from leaving the house for the rest of his life and cut off his connection with everyone.

Then use your own body to turn him into complete waste.

Every day, there is no other thought in my mind except standing in front of me and providing pleasure.

In this way, there is no need to worry anymore.

As Morgan thought about this, he unsurprisingly suffered from insomnia.

She began to miss the feeling of having someone hugged her waist and whispering sweet words in her ears.

[You don't know how Morgan feels right now.]

[You just feel the wound on your back is aching.]

【Altria noticed this.】

[But you know this is not the time to tell her—because that would immediately cause her to call a halt to Camelot's advance once again.]

[That's not the result you want.]

"Mr. Ian, is this really okay?"

The naked king nestled in the man's arms, his green eyes seeing only him.

"Your forehead is all sweaty."

"..."

Ian forced a smile and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's nothing, maybe I just didn't get enough rest."

"is it?"

Altria raised her head and kissed Ian gently.

"Then today, I'll do it alone."

"Mr. Ian...just enjoy yourself."

Looking at the girl sitting up with a happy look on her face, Ian felt extremely complicated.

He felt that there was a forking road before him, leading to different futures.

At the end of the war, what choice should I make?

Ian touched the girl's waist, but he felt no basis for any choice.

[The pace of conquest will not stop because of this. 】

[After crossing the river, you encountered Vortigern's troops.]

[Like you, these armies formed by alien invasions also have extremely high military qualities. ]

[You can no longer defeat the enemy as easily as before, but need to handle each encounter more carefully. ]

[But this does not mean that you cannot win. ]

[The French reinforcements that Lancelot received provided you with considerable assistance.]

[You are even more thankful that you did not regard him as an enemy.]

[You must advance steadily and steadily, step by step, into the heart of Vortigern.]

[Last Honor+ has been replaced by Knights Forever+: Your textbook-like military actions will be recorded in history, and people in the future will sing the name of the Knights of the Round Table in epics.]

【Time slowly passed in this tense atmosphere. 】

[It's time to formulate the final battle strategy. ]

"Both of you."

Lancelot's finger moved gently on the map, pointing out three locations one after another.

"I think this time, how about launching attacks at these three locations at the same time?"

"Yeah." Altria looked at the place Lancelot pointed and nodded.

“I think it’s a great idea.”

"then you?"

Lancelot looked at Ian.

"The king makes the decision." Ian smiled, "I am only responsible for the execution."

"Then it seems that there is no opinion."

Lancelot took his finger off the map and glanced at Ian and Altria who were present.

"Since we have the same idea, let's make a small bet."

"How about a competition to see who can see Vortigern first?"

"..."

"..."

Although no one responded, the fact that the three of them all reached for the hilt of their swords at the same time was more of an answer than a reply.

[You begin to move forward according to the formulated strategy.]

[This is the most difficult time - because Vortigern's troops know that if they don't fight to the death, the fate that awaits them will definitely not be good. ]

【But this is just a last-ditch effort. 】

[Excalibur, Excalibur Galatine, and Aroundight bring powerful blessings. ]

[You are advancing with unstoppable force and triumphant progress. ]

【Vortigern's last troops gradually fell apart.】

[Altria was the first to see Vortigern at a slightly faster speed—she always seemed to have extra luck in gambling.]

[Under the blessing of the scorching sun, you are the second to arrive. ]

[Although Lancelot was the last person to arrive, he was not much slower.]

[However, no matter which of you are, you don’t have the heart to care about the outcome of this gamble at this moment.]

【For Vortigern is sitting on the huge stone in front of you, as if it were his own throne.】

【There was no knight or guard beside him. 】

[He looked at you with such a cold gaze, as if he was the one who pushed you into a desperate situation.]

"Oh, it's faster than I thought."

Vortigern said this while sitting on a huge rock, with a sword blade stuck in the ground beside him.

The old king looked at the three people who came with his usual calm gaze.

"But it's a pity."

"It doesn't make any sense - coming here a minute earlier or a minute later wouldn't change anything."

"Stop your nonsense, Vortigern."

Artoria grasped the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) and pointed the sharpest blade at him on the throne.

"It doesn't make your death any greater."

Vortigern glanced at the blade in Altria's hand and sneered.

"Oh, the holy sword borrowed from the lake?"

"If you think you can defeat me with just that, you're looking down on me."

"What if that's the case?"

Lancelot grasped the indestructible Aroundight and pointed the thick blue blade at Vortigern.

"British traitor, can you still speak so arrogantly?"

"Oh?"

“Another holy sword from the lake?” Vortigern straightened himself.

"This is quite interesting."

"But there are more than two."

Ian raised his Excalibur Galatine, completing the unanimous fight of the three holy swords of the lake.

"Vortigern, can you still laugh in this situation?"

"..."

[Vortigern found that your voice seemed familiar to him.]

【He stares at you for a long time.】

【Suddenly, he burst into laughter.】

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"