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

They are like fireflies, picking up bits and pieces left in the world according to the description full of longing.

If you can no longer exist as a "human being".

So--

Let’s respond to the Midsummer Night’s Dream of the two British kings as an “elf”.

With this thought in mind, a figure appeared on the road in the forest.

"Morgan."

"Artoria."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"as well as--"

"I miss you too."

87. A Few Miracles, the Future of Britain (-word chapter, end of Volume )

【This is a miracle born out of "missing". 】

[If a person cannot fully describe the person he misses with his own ability, then he can fill in the remaining details with more eyes. ]

[In her eyes, he was obedient. ]

[In her eyes, he is hypocritical. ]

【They are all part of him.】

[Under such patchwork, a miracle that shouldn't have existed was born. ]

[The "man" who was denied by the world returned to the universe as an "elf". 】

"..."

"..."

Hearing the voice that was engraved deep in their souls, Altria and Morgan by the lake turned around together and then stood there in a daze.

Because the person standing in front of them was none other than the familiar yet unrecallable part of their memory.

I remembered.

I remembered everything.

The existence named "Ian".

A selfish, corrupt, despicable victim.

"Mr. Ian!"

Realizing this, Altria threw herself into his arms.

"I missed you so much... where on earth have you been?"

"..."

Looking at the girl in his arms who was crying and became very sad, Ian could only gently stroke her back and said softly:

"So I'm back now?"

"Artoria, don't cry."

"If you keep crying, I won't be able to see you smile."

Compared with Altria's undisguised initiative, although Morgan was also very happy to see the person he missed, his actions were much more mature.

She looked at Ian in front of her and said coldly:

"Although I do miss him, I don't want to indulge in hallucinations for this reason."

"I know he would never want to see me become like that."

"so--"

"If this is an illusion created by the lake, then please dissipate quickly."

After ascending the throne, Morgan re-examined himself after a long time.

What exactly is desired?

What is not wanted.

She has thought about it many times.

So even now when she is sick with longing for him, she is still clear-headed.

but--

All this is not an illusion.

Ian looked at Morgan, who had no expression on his face, smiled slightly, and then said:

"Princess."

"Then can I answer your question about Hana-sama again?"

"If that's the case, you should believe that I'm not hallucinating, right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan's blue eyes trembled like an earthquake.

This question that has run through her life so far is definitely not a question that can be answered by a phantom in the lake.

"Ian, it's you."

"How dare you leave me without saying a word! Did I ever give you that right?!"

Morgan's words sounded very authoritarian, but his actions were so anxious.

She walked up to him and took the initiative to kiss the lips that existed only in her memory.

In the miraculous fireflies, the reunited three people merged together.

for a long time.

The feeling of being touched faded a little.

Morgan released his mouth and Altria raised her head from his arms.

"Mr. Ian...where have you been?" the girl asked.

"Why don't I remember your name?"

Ian shrugged.

"Altria, I have no way to answer your question."

"No way to answer?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Because even I don't remember where I went."

"All I know is I'm going to kill a bastard."

"But now he seems to have escaped to a place I can't reach, and even his name has been hidden."

"But I won't let him go."

"If he has the guts, he can just hide there for the rest of his life."

"this--"

There was a hint of doubt in Altria's green eyes.

"Mr. Ian, why do you have such a wish?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then replied with a smile:

"No reason."

"I just suddenly felt like doing this."

This is certainly not true.

But if I tell Altria the reasons for everything and let her bear all of this, then what is the difference between me and King Uther and Merlin?

There shouldn't be any shackles in her life anymore.

"That--"

Morgan looked at the man in front of him.

"Ian, what's wrong with you now?"

"If you want to say that..."

Ian looked at the calm lake beside him.

"Perhaps your description helped these elves find a way to 'piece together' me?"

"I can feel that it is a gradual recovery process."

"Is it the spirit in the lake?"

Morgan whispered this sentence softly.

"That--"

"Ian, I may have a way to restore you to your 'human' form, but it may take a little time."

"No." Ian shook his head.

"My lady princess, there is no need to do this."

"The current situation is already like a 'miracle'. If you forcefully change it, it will only lead to greater disasters."

"I don't want it to turn out like that."

Morgan looked directly at him and shouted with an unquestionable look.

"So Ian, are you trying to disobey my orders?"

"My Lady Princess, you know that's not what I meant, but there are always things that cannot be done even with orders."

"But I am the king now!"

Morgan grabbed Ian's hand and looked hysterical.

"Are you going to resist the king's order?!"

"..."

Ian didn't answer the question.

And then Altria spoke.

"That's enough, Morgan."

"The king's existence is not to force people to do things against their will. You should know this better than me, right?"

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan turned his head away, looking very unconvinced.

"Altria, even if you don't tell me, I certainly know about this."

"But you obviously have the same idea as me, hoping that he can come back, don't you?"

"Then how is your hypocrisy different from mine?"

"I do want Mr. Ian back."

Altria looked at the man in front of her lovingly, her green eyes full of reluctance.

"But if this is the choice he makes."

"Then I will definitely accept it."

"Because love is not a shackle to bind each other, right?"

"..."