The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Aren't you angry?"

"If I...stay in Camelot, I'll be oblivious to the immensity of the world, right?"

"But I'm not angry about you being a familiar."

Altria held Guinevere's hand, as if she was holding on to the friendship that she had never truly obtained.

"But——"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Tell you earlier...?"

"Yes." Artoria nodded. "Be it a familiar, a nightingale, or even something else."

"Guinevere."

"I want you to understand one thing - in my opinion, your identity is not important."

"Because I am the King of Britain, the King who rules over this land."

"Your identity is granted by me, and your status is also granted by me. Everything else is just an illusory illusion."

"Guinevere, from this moment on, I command you as King Arthur to forget everything in the past. From now on, live in Camelot without any sorrow."

"..."

Guinevere's hands were shaking, and her breathing, which had finally calmed down, became disordered.

She subconsciously glanced at Ian, only to find that the man was smiling as if they had known each other for a long time.

He... probably knew about this kind of thing, so he made such a bet, right?

So--

Just win it!

"okay, I get it."

"I... won't think about the past anymore."

【Guinevere "won" the bet with you.】

You know she'll never be embarrassed about who she is again.

[But having said that——]

[Altria also handled Guinevere's familiar identity very carefully.]

【Unexpectedly, she did not ask Guinevere to set her loyalty target as herself, but instead gave this identity to you.】

[The reason is simple: this wasn't something she discovered, so naturally it should be returned to its rightful owner.]

You agreed to all of this.

[But after Guinevere swore this oath, you immediately issued a demand that "you don't have to follow your own orders."]

【From then on, she truly gained freedom,】

"thank you all."

Guinevere no longer knew how to talk to Ian and Altria.

But the man smiled calmly and said:

"it does not matter."

"Camelot welcomes anyone who wants to start over—familiars included."

"But then again..."

Ian looked at the rose in Guinevere's hand and frowned slightly.

That was something that Altria had "accidentally" dropped on the ground just now.

"Altria, where did you pick these roses? I think they smell familiar."

"Of course."

Altria took back the roses she had picked early in the morning from Guinevere.

"Because these are the roses you planted for your sister."

"This……"

Ian was very puzzled.

"Why are you picking them?"

"because--"

Altria held the rose in front of Ian.

"I plan to hold the wedding ceremony there."

"what?!"

644. Lily's Minotaur Offensive/Gawain's Comprehensive Imagination (4k)

Almost instantly, Ian understood why Altria had left Guinevere so early in the morning.

original……

It was to go to the vast sea of roses that he had planted for Morgan.

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed the case.

If we weren't going to a place that was impossible to reach in the past, there would be no need to get up so early like today.

Artoria is the king of Britain.

You can go wherever you want.

"what happened?"

The girl held the flowers and looked at him with a faint smile.

"Ian."

"What do you mean by your tone—is it bad that I did this?"

After meeting Guinevere, her emotions seemed to become more varied.

The curse that originally came from the shining Rhongomyniad may be gradually fading away in some unknown way.

Of course... this is most likely just an illusion.

"It's not a question of whether it's bad or not." The man frowned slightly, looking quite embarrassed.

"Artoria."

"If you want roses like this, just tell me directly. I can send someone to pick them and deliver them to you personally. Then I don't have to get up so early like now, right?"

"No." Altria shook her head in denial almost instantly.

"Ian, I can't do this—this isn't the way I want to do it."

"What I care about and what I long for is to personally pick these roses from my sister's garden, which are so refreshing to the touch, rather than having you send someone to pick them and send them to me."

"Neither of these, in terms of purpose or behavior, meets my needs."

"you……"

Although Ian felt that there was something behind Altria's words, he had no way to deny her for a moment.

"But--"

"Why do you suddenly want to pick roses at this time?"

"I don't understand, Artoria."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand." Artoria gently sniffed the roses in her hand that she had just picked from Morgan's garden.

Then, she revealed an expression that she would never show to others in the past.

That is... like being trapped in some kind of intoxication and unable to extricate oneself, and then becoming addicted.

"Because I'm going to tell you the answer right now."

"..."

Ian felt that things were starting to get a little weird.

Artoria seemed to want to use this "marriage" to do something to her sister Morgan.

This "ominous" premonition soon turned into reality.

Altria handed the rose in her hand completely towards Ian, as if asking him to accept the effort from the morning.

"Ian."

"Please help me deliver this bunch of roses to my sister - consider it my invitation to her wedding."

"..."

[Of course you know what Altria means by doing this.]

She wanted to take this opportunity to declare to her sister Morgan that she could freely enter and exit her garden and even pick the most beautiful roses there.

【but--】

【This is more than just roses.】

[After all, if flowers can be like this, can everything else also reach this level? ]

[Status, identity, reputation...even someone close to you.]

You realize that Altria has unusual thoughts about you.

[That is the most obvious and unignorable emotion of a girl.]

[Maybe I would have concealed it before, but now it has become the most visible star in the sky.]

[But what's even more embarrassing is that you find that you actually have no reason to refuse such a thing.]

【Because all the speculations about this so far are really just your own speculations.】

You can't force this behavior on Altria—after all, she might not have such thoughts.

There aren't many choices.

【You accepted this bunch of roses that you planted yourself. 】

[Altria was very satisfied with this and asked if you wanted to do anything else.]

【But your mind is naturally not on such things at the moment. 】

"Let's just forget about it today."

After such a refusal, you left Altria's room like a thief caught stealing.

[But what you don’t know is——]

【After you left, Guinevere became your British "mouth replacement."】

"Artoria."

Looking at the closed door in front of her, Guinevere, who had remained silent just now, could no longer bear the torment of her inner doubts.

She looked at King Arthur with a smile on his face and expressed her confusion.

"Aren't you provoking Morgan by doing this?"

This is a very simple reason.

Pick someone else's flowers from someone else's garden, and then have someone else's husband return them.

No matter how you think about it... this is a declaration that's almost like a slap on the face.

Guinevere could even imagine what kind of expression Morgan would have after hearing this.

Well...it must be very ferocious.

Artoria, is she so stimulating?

however--