The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[Altria's words once again struck a chord with you.]

【You find that she knows much more than you thought. 】

[You realized one thing—Altria knows much more than you thought.]

【It's just... she never mentioned it. 】

[You are silent. 】

【And this is also the most clumsy response to Altria's courtesy at this moment.】

"..."

The girl's hands clenched into fists at some point, as if they could slap Ian at any moment.

But in the end, she didn't do that.

Or should I say——

She couldn't do that to Ian.

"My sister, what on earth did she give you to make you so devoted to her?"

"Wealth? Status? If that's all, I think there must be other ways to replace it, right?"

"..."

Realizing that if he didn't answer this question, it might hurt Altria, Ian pondered for a moment and gave his own answer.

"Altria... This isn't a question of status or wealth."

"Your sister, my wife Morgan—she has given me her entire youth... If... If I choose something too extreme right now, wouldn't that be like denying her past?"

"I...can't do that kind of thing, and I hope you can understand that I can't do that kind of thing."

"...Is that so?" Artoria quickly asked.

"Well, that's probably the case." Ian nodded to show his approval of her.

"..."

Altria fell silent.

Obviously, she was still thinking about the possibility of being able to maneuver around this sentence.

Soon, she had her own answer.

"That means-"

"If it's not something too extreme, you can accept it, right?"

"..."

Ian's throat was moving slightly, and he could also feel that Altria was actually testing his bottom line.

He didn't dislike her, let alone hate her.

If this continues, that unclear bottom line might...

"what happened?"

"Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Altria's words brought Ian back to reality.

He looked at her in front of him and finally made a concession.

At least……

You have to let her know that he doesn't feel what she means.

"Nothing."

"If... it's not too extreme, then you can give it a try."

This is your concession.

[This is also the moment when Altria officially gets the decision-making power for the first time.]

[For some reason, she was quite satisfied with this result - as if this was what she had always been pursuing.]

You don’t know whether this is right or wrong.

[Of course, if we really want to investigate, then it is more likely that they are wrong.]

【but--】

[Is it really that important whether it is right or wrong now? ]

"I understand."

With Ian's permission to some extent, Altria's actions became obviously bolder.

"In that case, at least let me touch it once."

"..."

Ian did not respond to Altria, but in her eyes, this was enough to be considered as "tacit acceptance."

Again.

The Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Gallatin) once again intertwined on the floor of the room.

Just like their intimacy at this moment, Ian and Altria have a similar relationship.

but--

This is not the method they would use when they have a tryst.

"Altria, your hand..."

"Shh-"

The girl used her free hand to make a quiet gesture in front of her lips.

This made her look a little more charming than usual - although Ian felt that this was not her attribute.

"Ian."

"Since you promised me to sit here, why don't you stop talking about so many irrelevant things?"

"Otherwise... it would seem like you're not keeping your word, wouldn't it?"

"..."

After hearing this, Ian didn't say anything more, but just silently looked at Altria and her hand in front of him.

The hand that should have held the King's Sword, Excalibur, now held a symbol of uncleanness.

but--

But the man could feel that Altria did not feel uncomfortable at all, but seemed somewhat happy instead.

"Artoria..."

"Don't say anything else." Altria glanced at the man and said softly.

"Can you pat my head?"

"Just consider it as... recognition of me."

"..."

Having said this, Ian knew that it would be superfluous for him to say anything more.

"I understand."

The man responded to the girl's words while extending his hand.

At that moment, he felt once again the first time he met Artoria.

but--

Her hair no longer seemed as soft as it was back then.

Everything... seems to be developing in a direction that has never appeared before.

Has something... been changed?

[You have once again provided Artoria with unclean evidence.]

【For you, this is an opportunity where happiness and pain coexist. 】

【But Artoria saw it as something more profound.】

"..."

Ian looked at Altria, whose face was covered in gray hair, and his expression became a little complicated.

"I……"

"There's nothing wrong with it." The girl who was the king didn't mind her miserable appearance at all.

On the contrary, she seemed somewhat happy.

It looked like he had found the key to open the treasure house.

"Ian, can I ask you a question?"

"..."

Although he felt that the next question Altria would ask would likely be quite tricky, Ian still decided to listen for a while.

"Okay, just ask."

“It’s not a complicated issue.”

Altria pointed her finger at her cheek and asked expressionlessly.

"my sister--"

"Will you do this for you? Even if it's just something like that."

"If I'm not mistaken, she hasn't bent down for you once, has she?"

"..."

[Altria's words hit you right in the heart.]

She’s right—

Morgan, she has never bent down for you.

[But you still didn't respond to her - even at this moment, you still wanted to save Morgan's face.]

"No, Morgan..."

"No need to answer me." Artoria's voice came, full of her special and extremely gentle nature.

"The answer lies within your own heart."

"I... am not here to force a response from you."

"Ian, get some rest."

The girl stood up and looked at the Knights of the Round Table in front of her.

"When you feel you can answer me, then give me the answer I want."

"Altria, are you going to..."

"We still have to deal with British affairs. You should know how much land we took over after defeating Vortigern, right?"

Altria responded calmly.

"Of course, you can rest assured."

"I'll get rid of this stuff later—if you don't want anyone else to know, then no one will ever know."

"Ian, this is my promise."

"but……"

The girl held the man's hand, and there was a hint of something difficult to describe in her tone.

That was the first time Artoria showed a touch of emotion since something was taken away by the Rhongomyniad.

"Can you give me a compliment?"