The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【You realize that you haven't had a good rest like this in a long time. 】

【only--】

[When you wake up, you find yourself even more tired, as if you never rested at all.]

"..."

Looking at Morgan, who had been sleeping beside him for who knows how long, Ian's eyes gradually became complicated.

She was very beautiful, just as beautiful as when I first met her, as if the years had not left any traces of time on this body.

But in fact, Ian knew that it was a miracle called "magic" that was working its magic.

This is a fabricated lie that is now blatantly deceiving one's own eyes.

but……

Even though he knew that all this did not exist in reality, Ian still believed that it was something worth protecting.

The naive princess was once so sad under the moon.

So--

Since I took her virginity, I should take responsibility for it.

but……

Ian's eyes fell on Morgan's hair, which was long silver hair that was so soft that it felt like wool.

Now...does she still need me to take care of her?

If necessary -

So why keep things to yourself instead of being open and honest and explaining everything?

Could it be... that she really felt that she was not qualified to listen to all this?

Shouldn't have woken up.

Ian covered his head and fell into extremely painful self-doubt.

He regretted waking up at this time instead of sleeping until the next day. That way, he wouldn't have to fall into this terrifying suspicion.

Why is this happening...why on earth is this happening?!

The man's fingers scratched his cheek, leaving marks that looked like scratches.

And at this moment——

A clear bird call came from the balcony railing outside the window.

It was a very familiar voice, and Ian knew he couldn't be mistaken.

Yes.

That's the nightingale.

This is the appearance transformed by the familiar named Guinevere.

She came to her room!

"..."

【This is your chance to choose.】

[You know Guinevere wouldn't come to your and Morgan's room for no reason.]

She's definitely not the type to seek trouble, nor is she the type to become a nightingale out of boredom.

[Behind this behavior, there must be a message that needs to be conveyed at this time - combined with the previous actions, it is very likely that this is Altria's request.]

But having said that…

[Is this really a good time to respond to Guinevere? ]

You looked at Morgan, who was standing motionless beside you, and felt a little worried.

You don't know whether she is really asleep at this moment.

[You don't know how long this trip will take—after all, no one knows why Altria would look for you in the middle of the night.]

【but……】

Can't I go if I don't know?

[This incredibly strange behavior suddenly emerged from your heart.]

[And it quickly took root and sprouted like a seed that fell into fertile soil, growing into a daunting tree.]

【Yes...】

【If you don't know, then you won't go? 】

[That's Altria——a girl whose heart has always been on him.]

If I don't respond to her, it would be a little ridiculous.

Soon, you made your choice.

Even if there is a possibility of being discovered, that will be a matter for later.

At least for a moment, he wanted to respond to Altria.

No.

It can't be said to be a response, but I really want to see her and talk to her more.

otherwise--

I will definitely feel discouraged because of Morgan's actions just now.

Although this seems to be treating Artoria as a tool.

But men know...

If I continue like this and leave it alone, I will definitely be completely lost in the vortex of "self-doubt".

He needs her.

Just swipe it.

He gently lifted the quilt covering Ian, and then it fell quietly back to its original position, as if no one had ever slept on it.

Having "escaped", he walked cautiously towards the window where Guinevere, transformed into a nightingale, was.

A blue and white bird soon caught his eye.

Can't go wrong.

This is the familiar Guinevere, there is absolutely no mistake.

"Why are you here?" Ian couldn't help but ask as he looked at her in front of him.

"Your tone seems to indicate that you don't welcome me."

Guinevere, who had transformed into a bird, looked dissatisfied. She chose the human form of standing with her hands on her hips, and began to chirp while standing on the balcony railing.

of course.

Except for the man in front of him, to everyone else, Guinevere's voice at this moment was just a crisp bird song.

"It's only been one day, and I've already become your enemy?"

"Nothing."

Ian quickly denied such a thing in a low voice.

"I just didn't expect you to show up at this time. After all, logically speaking, it should be time to rest, right?"

"..."

"That's true according to common sense."

Guinevere's bird-song response reached the man's ears almost at the same time, sounding crisp and melodious.

"but--"

"I feel there are some things I must tell you now. Otherwise, you might miss out on something that will become a lifelong memory."

"Eh?"

Guinevere's extremely heavy description made Ian nervous.

He asked back quite naturally:

"So what is this all about?"

"How could it have risen to this level? Guinevere, can you tell me?"

"Yes, I can." The nightingale flapped its wings and then flew into the air.

"But—"

"I think it would be a bit too boring if I were to talk about this kind of thing."

"If possible... I still hope you can come by yourself."

"Well, Ian Pendragon, do you have the courage?"

"..."

[As soon as Guinevere said this, you knew she had deliberately chosen this moment to come to your and Morgan's room.]

【No. 】

[From another perspective, she might even be deliberately waiting for this opportunity to ask you such a question.]

But what she didn't know was——

[This is actually the most profoundly emotional hymn you are facing right now.]

[Should we get closer?]

If it were in the past, you would think your answer would be vague and hesitant.

But tonight, everything seems to become clear.

[It might be a bit like being drunk, but you feel your mind is clearer than ever before.]

"it is good."

Ian agreed to Guinevere's request almost without thinking.

"Guinevere, I'd like to go with you and take a look."

"Eh?"

The nightingale in the air was stunned for a moment.

Obviously, she didn't expect Ian in front of her to agree so readily, as if he didn't even think about it.

"Are you serious?"

"This is about escaping from that woman named Morgan. If that's the case, are you okay with that?"

"Haha."

Ian laughed.

"Guinevere, I didn't hesitate at all, why are you the one who's starting to get conflicted?"

"Don't worry, since I can say it, it proves that it has passed my thinking - so don't ask any more questions while I still think so."

"..."

"Okay, I feel relieved with your words." There was a hint of approval in Nightingale's voice.

"Then should I come out of the room now?" the man asked.

"No need—I'll pick you up and drop you off!"

As it said this, the originally small and cute nightingale suddenly transformed into a size several times larger than before.

The next moment, the man was "swept" into the sky like a caught insect.

Riding on the wind, the man and the bird soared in the sky of Camelot.

"So, Guinevere—"