The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"...I like it." The man naturally gave his answer clearly and neatly.

After all, it's already this time, and there's no point in being more tactful.

"That--"

"If I and my sister stood in front of you like this, who do you think would be prettier?"

"..."

Altria's words made Ian suddenly sober up a little.

He realized that what the other party wanted to ask and know was definitely not limited to this sentence.

"I do not know."

"Because you are you, and Morgan is Morgan."

"It's impossible for both of you to appear in front of me at the same time in the same way, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

"...What do you mean?" Ian asked nervously.

"take it easy--"

Altria took Ian's hand and placed it on her waist.

"I just had someone make a set of clothes that looked similar to my sister's."

"Ian...please change it for me~"

626. Lily Wears Morgan's Clothes/Merlin's Advice (4k)

"..."

Looking at the girl in front of him, Ian's hand stopped in mid-air.

Just as Altria herself said, at this moment she really picked up a piece of clothing that was extremely similar to Morgan's clothes.

Those beautiful green eyes stared straight at the man in front of her, and there was a hint of unprecedented charm in them.

"Altria, you are..."

"Shh-"

Altria reached out and gently covered Ian's lips.

"Ian."

"It's not a difficult request, is it? It's just... a simple outfit, right?"

"I……"

Seeing that Ian was still hesitating, Altria continued.

"Didn't you promise that you would help me as long as it was something you could do?"

"Now... why is it not the case anymore?"

"..."

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

This makes you feel a little guilty.

You are shaken.

【In the end, you decided to follow her arrangements.】

"I understand."

Ian took the dress from Altria, which was very similar to Morgan's.

"If that's what you want—"

"Then let me put it on for you."

"..."

A flash of joy crossed Altria's face for a moment, but it quickly vanished like a fleeting glimmer.

"Well... thank you for your help then."

Although it only looked different before, when he actually touched it, Ian found that Altria's body was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

At least……

Her body was no longer as tired as before, nor was it filled with the exhaustion left after experiencing the responsibilities of a king.

that moment--

Ian suddenly felt that all this didn't seem so bad.

Artoria seemed to have obtained something she had never had before.

but……

It was just a moment.

Ian could feel that at this moment, Altria didn't actually like the way he looked as much as she actually did.

It's just because of some reason... No, to be more specific, it should be the effect of the Rhongomyniad.

That's right...this is not the life she should endure.

"Does it look good?" Altria's voice echoed in Ian's ears.

It sounded like a question, but also like a pursuit of Ian's affirmation.

"I'm not bad in this state, right?"

"..."

Looking at the girl in the mirror and her slightly developed but not fully blossomed body, Ian didn't have a single lustful thought in his mind.

He looked at every inch of her skin carefully, and then spoke softly.

"Altria, you are so beautiful."

"Am I beautiful?" The girl responded to the man softly, followed by a faint smile from the heart.

"Ian."

"Isn't this the first time you've said something like this to me?"

"I'm so happy...I'm really happy."

The girl poured out her inner thoughts, and then moved closer to Ian, almost sticking her whole body to him.

"after--"

"Can you tell me more?"

"..."

Listening to Altria's words, Ian felt mixed emotions.

On the one hand, he felt that this was asking for too much, and if he agreed to it, it would naturally give Artoria some bad impressions;

On the other hand, he felt that it would be a very bad thing if he ignored Altria's feelings.

How to do?

What is the reasonable choice?

Ian felt even more confused than when he went to war against Vortigern, and his hands also became heavy.

"..."

Sometimes it is easier to provide an answer without answering than to answer at all.

Especially that person, someone you care about.

Looking at Ian in the mirror who did not answer her question, a hint of bitterness appeared on Altria's face.

But even such emotions were like water meeting a sponge and were "absorbed" in an instant.

"..."

"I see. Just one sentence or something is still too difficult, right?"

"So--"

The girl raised her head and tilted it back, looking at the man who was hugging her, with a hint of cautious inquiry in her eyes.

"Is half a sentence okay?"

"You don't have to tell me I'm beautiful...just let me know that you think I can make you think of something beautiful."

"That's enough."

"..."

[If I say that what I just felt was just hesitation and guilt.]

After Altria said this, they immediately turned into actual sadness.

[She was indeed taking a step back to advance, but this was also her true intention.]

[You know that if you really refuse this kind of thing, then Altria will definitely not have any complaints.]

【but--】

Is this really okay?

Your hands are shaking, and your voice is trembling.

【Ultimately, you made your choice.】

"Nothing."

"If you want to hear it—" Ian hugged the girl in his arms a little tighter, as if he wanted her to bloom like a rose in his arms.

"Then I'll tell you."

"Altria, you are beautiful."

Almost the moment the words came out, Ian felt a warmth in his arms.

He looked down and saw that it was Altria who had turned around and buried her head in his chest.

"I still want to hear it."

“…You are beautiful.”

"Say it again."

“…You are beautiful.”

"..."

"..."

[You have repeated this sentence countless times in Altria's ear.]

【And your words always elicit a reaction from her.】

You realize that for Altria, her happiness might be frighteningly simple.

【One word, one hug, is enough to become an eternal memory. 】

You can't help but wonder, what would have happened if the person you met first was Altria?

[It's just that all of this seems to be an unrealistic fantasy.]

In life, there is no second chance to choose.

【Altria teases your mind.】

[As dark clouds passed over the moonlight, you gently pushed her, who was wearing the same clothes as Morgan, onto the bed.]

[Instantly, you realized something else——]

[This... seems to be the first time you've actively had this desire.]

There is a fragrance on Altria's body.