The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

As Ian said this, he poured wine for Gawain.

"I don't know how much you can drink yet."

"That should be pretty good." Gao Wen respectfully took the wine poured by his father.

"Don't worry, Dad. As long as you want to drink, I will accompany you to the end."

"Hahaha." Ian couldn't help laughing.

This overly reliable statement is too close to what I usually teach.

As the eldest brother, Gao Wen really did things according to his own words.

This made Ian feel a little relieved.

"Okay, I'm relieved with your words."

The father and son drank for a while, and the atmosphere became somewhat silent.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, or maybe he just wanted to do it, but Gawain spoke quickly.

"Father, I want to ask you some questions, is that okay?"

"..."

Ian was not surprised.

It would be better if Gawain didn't ask any questions, then he would feel that something was wrong.

"Just ask."

"Let me see what kind of questions you can ask."

"..."

Gawain put down the wine glass in his hand, looked around, and after confirming that no one could hear what he and his father were saying, he spoke again:

"I want to know...what is your relationship with the king?"

"Why... the king seems to attach so much importance to you and often keeps an eye on you."

"I know this is probably not something I should ask about."

"but--"

Gawain looked at his father, his eyes filled with serious emotions.

“I want to know the answer to that question.”

"If possible, please answer me kindly, father."

"..."

You are not surprised by Gawain's doubts.

[After all, during the campaign against Vortigern, Artoria did indeed ask you to go to her tent every day to do some shameless things.]

[It's perfectly reasonable for Gawain to have noticed something unusual.]

So the key issue now is how to answer Gao Wen's doubts, rather than dwelling on why he asked such a question.

【only--】

[This is not something that is easy to do.]

You start to think seriously about it.

[Finally, you get an answer that you think is pretty good.]

"Gawain, before answering your question, could you please answer mine first?"

"Of course, father." Gawain answered without hesitation, "I will answer seriously."

"It's not that stressful."

Ian patted Gawain's shoulder gently.

"Just a simple question—why do you think the king became king?"

"Eh?"

Gao Wen did not expect his father to suddenly ask such a question.

After hesitating for a moment, he answered according to his own thoughts.

"Isn't the king king because the victorious golden sword (Caliburn) chose him?"

"That's... a sword that no one else can pull out, right?"

"You certainly remember this." Ian was more and more relieved. "But have you ever thought about why the Golden Sword of Victory (Caliburn) must be her?"

"This……"

Gao Wen was a little confused about what to say.

"I'm sorry, Father, I don't know."

"It's normal not to know." Ian smiled slightly, "Because Wang has never confided such things to anyone else, nor has he made them public."

"It's not surprising that you don't understand."

"..."

Although Gawain is big, his brain is not so slow that he can't react at all.

As soon as Ian finished speaking, he understood.

"Father...are you saying that the king confided in you about this?"

"..."

Ian did not answer, but just smiled at his son Gawain.

But this was enough for the latter to understand what he meant - everything he had just said was correct.

"So do you understand?" Ian, the Chief Knight of the Round Table, said, "I am responsible for listening to the king's confession."

"The king is also a human being and needs an opportunity to express his inner thoughts."

"So from now on, please don't think too much about this, okay?"

"So you're a close friend?"

Gawain nodded as if he suddenly understood something.

"In that case, I understand."

"I'm sorry, father. I'm so stupid—I should have figured this out sooner."

"It's okay." Ian patted Gawain's shoulder gently.

“In one’s life, there are always many questions that one cannot answer, even if they are actually very simple.”

"It's truly commendable that you have the courage to ask me such a question."

"Well done, Gawain."

Praise from his father is often a man’s greatest motivation. It means recognition, a recognition of taking responsibility.

"Well...I see."

"By the way, I have another question—" Ian glanced at the environment of the tavern and continued to ask.

"Although it might be a little late to ask now."

"But...why did you come to me at this time?"

"..."

Gawain was silent for a moment, then replied.

"actually--"

"It's not that I'm looking for my father."

"..."

The corners of Ian's mouth rose slightly. He had roughly guessed who asked Gawain to do this.

"Did your mother ask you to do this?"

however--

Gao Wen shook his head.

"It's the king."

"The king wants to see his father—so he asked me to come find you."

"But I was really lucky to find my father so quickly."

"..."

Ian felt his heart suddenly sink, with a sense of loss and falling.

But he soon let it go.

"I understand. I will go see the king now."

The man picked up his sword and stood up.

"correct--"

"Please tell your mother for me that I won't be going back tonight."

"okay."

After saying this, Ian turned and walked out of the pub.

[But what you don’t know is——]

[Not long after you left, Gareth came to the tavern.]

[Similar to Gawain's purpose, she also came to find you—but she was asked by Morgan.]

【But all this doesn’t seem to be that important anymore.】

With a heavy heart, you began to approach Altria step by step.

617. Altria's Temptation/A Sweet Reception for Two (4k)

【This is--】

【An invitation from Altria.】

【According to Gawain's narration, you arrived at the depths of Camelot Castle.】

[The King of Britain is waiting for you right here, right now.]

To be honest, given Ian's identity, no one would be suspicious even if he appeared in the castle of Camelot at this time.

after all--

This is the one King Arthur trusts the most and also the most powerful of the Knights of the Round Table.

It is absolutely not strange to see him.

Tap tap.

The knight's boots rubbed against the ground, making a crisp sound.

It was so obvious in the empty corridor that it was impossible to ignore.

Close.

Ian saw Altria's figure.

At this time, she was wearing the royal robe she usually wore.

The girl's gaze remained on the sea of flowers outside the corridor, her eyes still the same as before, almost without any emotion.

Anyone else would probably think this was the king's cruelty.

But only Ian knew that this was what was left after his emotions were taken away by the Rhongomyniad.

Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but feel a little more distressed.