The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Although he was very confused about Altria's behavior of not telling Guinevere her purpose at all, Ian knew that this was not a reason to blame her.

"It's okay." The man smiled slightly, and then patted her shoulder very friendly.

"That's not your problem—you've tried hard enough."

"..."

Guinevere's face flushed slightly, and then turned into a shy nod.

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere became silent again for a moment.

Ian knew that this was an extremely waste of time, so he quickly continued to ask:

"anyway--"

"Guinevere, why are you here with Altria, even wearing her clothes."

"You guys... haven't had a public wedding yet, right?"

"If you ask that..."

Guinevere looked down at the clothes she was wearing, which could not be said to be luxurious, but at least the materials used were extremely exquisite, and felt a little embarrassed.

"It has something to do with you."

"Something to do with me?" This time it was Ian's turn to be confused. "What do you mean?"

"that is--"

Guinevere put her hands behind her back, looking very embarrassed.

"Altria said I'm about the same size as her."

"So I want to try these clothes..."

"If something looks suitable... I'll change into it right in front of you. That way, maybe I can get you into some wild thoughts."

Having said that, Guinevere seemed to realize something and quickly added to her story.

"These are all what Altria said! They have nothing to do with me!"

"..."

Seeing Guinevere's anxious look as she was eager to explain herself, Ian smiled.

"I see—that's exactly what Altria would do."

"But it does seem to have embarrassed you quite a bit. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"..."

The originally awkward situation suddenly became much more normal because of Ian's few words.

Guinevere looked at Ian performing the knight's salute in front of her, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little more excited.

Her hand, wrapped in gorgeous clothes, slowly rose as if being pulled by something, but finally fell down as if she had returned to calm.

"It's fine."

"I'm also willing to share this with Altria - we're already good friends, so it's only right that we do this."

"Just saying..."

Guinevere's tall nose moved slightly, and then she showed an expression like an eagle finding its prey.

"You smell like alcohol."

"Although I know it may not be appropriate for me to say this, if you go to Altria in such a miserable state, it will easily cause her to be disgusted."

"..."

With Guinevere's reminder, Ian noticed that he smelled of alcohol because of what had just happened.

But this is not a difficult problem to explain.

He spoke directly:

"Guinevere, this is what happened..."

[In the next few minutes, you told Guinevere almost everything about your encounter with Merlin at dawn today.]

This was naturally a huge shock.

"Weaving the legend of the nightingale?"

Guinevere repeated what Ian had just said, as if she had heard some extremely unlikely news.

"What on earth is this magician called Merlin going to do?"

"It's precisely because we don't know what he's going to do that the situation becomes quite tricky."

"Guinevere."

Ian's gaze fell on her in front of him, and his tone became extremely serious.

"What is the connection between you and Nightingale?"

"If possible, could you tell me everything that happened?"

"Please! I really don't want to let Altria continue like this without any preparation."

"I've already missed it once. No matter what, I can't miss it a second time!"

Seeing the affectionate look on the man's face, Guinevere's blue-white eyes showed obvious hesitation.

It can be seen that she is undergoing an extremely intense mental struggle at this moment.

Finally, she spoke:

"I shouldn't have told you this—but since you're willing to protect Altria, I can't just live on in vain."

"Ian."

A faint light flickered on Guinevere's hand.

"The so-called nightingale is not actually a bird that came here from somewhere, but a creature called a familiar."

"A familiar?"

The man looked at her in front of him, his eyes full of confusion.

"what is this?"

"Well..." Guinevere hesitated a little, "It's complicated to explain."

"But you can understand it very simply as—"

As she spoke of this, the lights in her hands gradually gathered into a fixed shape, and then in an instant seemed to be given life.

After a while, a small and cute nightingale appeared in Guinevere's hand, and sang a melodious song that should not have been heard at this time.

But this is obviously not something to pay attention to at this time.

Guinevere simply swung the nightingale in her hand, letting it spread its wings and fly high, then disappeared from their sight.

"A creature driven by magic, constantly acting in a certain way."

"It manifests itself in many ways—and the nightingale is just one of them."

"A creature driven by magic..."

As he muttered these words, some scenes he had seen when he was humiliating Altria suddenly flashed through Ian's mind.

Suddenly, he understood Guinevere's hesitation.

"and many more--"

"You said that a nightingale is a form of familiar. Then you who can transform into a nightingale..."

Seeing that the man in front of her finally understood everything, Guinevere smiled calmly.

"Yes, you are right."

"I... am actually just a form of familiar."

643. Guinevere's Secret Love/Altria's King's Order (4k)

"..."

The moment Guinevere revealed her true identity, Ian suddenly understood why Merlin had a way to solve this problem.

And judging from the way Guinevere hesitated for so long before confessing.

The credibility of such a thing would be very high.

Familiar.

The creature driven by magic now appeared before him.

"..."

The man took a deep breath and then quickly adjusted his mood.

"I understand."

"Guinevere, thank you for your candor—it's really useful information."

"Eh?"

Guinevere was a little surprised by Ian's attitude, and her beautiful blue and white eyes were filled with confusion.

"Ian...why do you have this attitude?"

"This attitude?"

The man pulled his thoughts away and then looked at Guinevere in front of him.

"what do you mean?"

"That's not my attitude... what else could it be?"

"You should blame me." Guinevere expressed her inner thoughts.

Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her chest, in a prayer-like posture, a reaction she would only show when she was nervous.

"I deceived you—and so did my father."

"We... are liars, and you should be angry about that."

"..."

You realize that Guinevere seems to be quite dissatisfied with her status as a familiar.

You realize this isn't a good thing.

【After thinking for a moment, you made an unprecedented decision. 】

[You...want to make Guinevere realize this.]

"So--"

"Since you think you have deceived us." Ian's eyes swept over Guinevere in front of him.

It has to be admitted that although she has personally admitted that she is not a "human" species, but a "familiar" existence.

"Then shouldn't we have lost something?"

"But, Guinevere—Altria and I have not lost anything so far. On the contrary, thanks to your help, we have gained an opportunity to cover up some not-so-good things."

"If you still think you're a liar after all this, I think we might be a little ungrateful."

"..."

Ian's words did not make Guinevere relax.

After observing for a period of time, she had roughly figured out some of the character of the Chief Knight of the Round Table.

There was one thing Guinevere was 100% certain of - that was Ian would be very proactive in easing situations that originally seemed quite awkward.

So……