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

Altria didn't know why she felt a faint sadness.

And the deeper you go, the stronger this feeling becomes.

But it didn't last long - because the feeling was quickly replaced by surprise.

In front of the lake deep in the forest, Artoria saw someone she never expected to appear here.

That's Morgan.

She was sitting by the lake, looking at the mirror-like center of the lake with melancholy eyes.

The crown that symbolized the pinnacle of Camelot's royal power lay motionless on the grass beside her.

"..."

After hesitating for a while, Altria decided to say hello.

"Morgan."

"Ok?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Morgan turned around.

The moment she saw it was Altria, her pupils subconsciously widened a little, but then quickly regained her composure.

All of Camelot is now in our hands.

Altria didn't even ask for a decent title.

If you continue to hate her, it would be shameless.

"It's you, Altria."

"I'm surprised to see you in a place like this."

"I should be the one asking you this question," Artoria responded, "How do you know about this lake where you can borrow the holy sword?"

“This is where I come from, of course I know.”

"..."

"..."

Altria and Morgan looked at each other.

They look somewhat similar, but at this moment they can actually feel the regret hidden in each other's eyes.

"Would you like to sit down and talk for a while?"

Morgan moved aside.

“You should still have some time.”

"Yeah, of course."

Altria rolled up her skirt with both hands and sat down next to Morgan.

She looked at the lake and forced a smile.

"It seems that for you, the pressure of being a king is basically non-existent."

"Fortunately."

Morgan stroked the crown beside him with his slender fingers.

"After all, I always think about this kind of thing."

“After I really got in touch with it, I found it was much simpler than I imagined.”

"is it?"

Altria hugged her curled legs.

“Is this what you call getting what you want?”

"..."

After a moment's silence, Morgan smiled self-deprecatingly.

"That's not the case."

“After sitting in that position, I realized that my desire did not come from the throne itself.”

"I just don't like the feeling of being ignored."

“It’s just a means to an end.”

"But you——"

Morgan looked at Altria beside him and gave her a puzzled look at the white dress she was wearing.

"I've never seen you like this before."

"Getting rid of the throne seems to make you feel a lot more relaxed?"

"More or less."

There were some complicated emotions in Altria's eyes.

“But it’s not as good as I thought.”

"It's just that my mind is a little clearer than before."

"is it?"

Morgan gave a wry smile.

"So I helped you?"

"Maybe." Altria shrugged, "At least for now."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Neither of them knew how to continue the topic, and the silence was actually quite pleasant.

for a long time.

Morgan spoke again:

"Artoria."

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just hope you can come back to Camelot when you are free."

"why?"

倿 “Because——”

Morgan's tone was somewhat desolate.

"I want to give you my youngest sister, Mordred, as my adoptive child."

"Consider it your exchange for giving Excalibur Galatine to Gawain."

"..."

This is an obvious lie.

Altria was silent for a moment, then asked a question that might have troubled her before.

"Then Mordred, will she be willing?"

"I think she would," Morgan explained. "She and I just don't get along."

"If it were you, I don't think she would be like this."

"But I have no experience in raising children." Altria declined politely.

"But if this goes on, you won't have it in the future, right?"

Morgan ruthlessly exposed Altria's situation.

"Why not take this opportunity to try it out?"

"..."

Having said this, Altria no longer refused.

"I understand."

"As long as Mordred doesn't mind, I will take her to my side."

"But I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Who is the father of that child?"

Altria stared at Morgan.

"You never seem to mention who your husband is."

"..."

Morgan looked at his hands, his eyes revealing sincere nostalgia.

"I don't remember who it was either."

“I just knew that was someone that was important to me.”

"He would whisper a lot of sweet words in my ear, saying I was prettier than flowers, as pretty as flowers, and not as pretty as flowers."

"He would put his arms around my waist and sniff me greedily in my ear."

"He's still a rigid idiot. He's clearly not done yet, but as soon as I say stop, he really stops."

"It's fun to torture a person like this with my feet. Seeing him want to move but not dare to, I feel extremely happy."

"But now he has betrayed me."

"I asked him not to leave, but he left anyway."

Morgan's sincere remembrance moved Altria.

She couldn't help but express her inner voice.

"Then I also have someone very important but I can't remember who it is."

"He has a very strong body and speaks so softly."

"He liked to drink wine in very strange ways, but he never got drunk."

"He is very hypocritical. He says he is very happy, but in fact, every time I want to feel his warmth, it is very reluctant."

"He thought I knew nothing, but I actually knew everything."

"Then Altria, such a hypocritical person, you must hate him, right?" Morgan asked.

"Do not."

Altria shook her head.

"I miss him."

"Even if he cheated on me, I still miss him."

"I want to see him."

Morgan was silent, then nodded.

"me too."

"I miss him, too."

"It would be nice if we could meet again."

Hope is passed back and forth in the conversation between the two.

The sisters who were once as hostile as fire and water are now sitting on the grass by the lake and talking about the person who was forgotten by the world.

Prayers for a new life intertwined between the new king and the old king.

This lake in the forest, where countless miracles once happened, once again gathered countless elves.