The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[But you find that you don't hate doing this, and you can even say that you feel a little happy and excited.]

Is this what it means to look away from the throne of Camelot and see something else?

[You can't help but think so in your heart.]

Although this doesn't look like Morgan herself, you feel that she is more in line with your expectations.

[Isn't this kind of thinking a little bit despicable? ]

You can't help but think about this question.

[But Morgan doesn't seem to want to give you any time to think about this kind of question.]

"Ian."

"Answer the question I asked you again," the princess' voice sounded and then reached the man's ears.

"Which question is it?"

Ian responded to her gently.

"My Lady Princess, you have asked me many questions—"

"..."

"that is……"

Morgan's gaze drifted across the garden in front of him. He looked a little haggard and at the same time a little embarrassed.

If I had to describe it further...

Maybe a homeless child?

"If Camelot truly needs a king."

"Do you think Altria is more suitable, or am I more suitable?"

"This time, I don't want to hear your flattery - I want to know what you really think."

"..."

Feeling the slight trembling in Morgan's body, Ian knew that she seemed to be a little mentally unstable after experiencing the series of events just now.

So……

My next answer might affect her entire life from now on.

You have to be extremely careful...

Ian thought so, and then thought about how to respond to Morgan's words.

After a while, he spoke again:

"Princess, if you are asking this question—"

"Then my answer is still you."

"Still me?"

Morgan seemed to have grasped at a life-saving straw, but this reaction did not last long.

Because her eyes quickly dimmed, as if she had come into contact with some tragic reality.

"Knight, you're here again."

"You clearly told me not to flatter me—but you still said the same thing as before."

"I... don't want to hear anything like that."

"Princess." Ian smiled slightly, "Then you are wrong."

"While the answer is the same—the process of deriving that answer is completely different."

"different?"

Morgan looked up, looking confused.

“What difference will this make?”

"Of course there are differences." The knight replied calmly, "When you asked me before, I had never had a deep contact with Altria."

"But now... I already know her well enough."

"My Lady Princess, you are truly more suitable to be the king than she is."

"You have more experience in governing than she does, you can accomplish more, and you know more about Camelot's unknown secrets."

"She can never compare to you in these matters."

"..."

Ian's words were like sunshine breaking through the clouds and falling on Morgan.

Her eyes regained some light.

"But if that's the case—"

"Why is no one following me? Apart from you, there is no one else willing to help me."

"Even those..."

Morgan didn't finish her words, but Ian completely understood what she meant.

That was after Artoria defeated Vortigern, and she had intended to "win over" the Saxons.

Judging from the tone now...

Maybe it failed too?

This was naturally a blow to her, who was already in a passive position.

"That's because they don't understand how powerful you are, Princess."

Ian was still defending Morgan.

"If they knew your wisdom and all you have done for this country, they would definitely think you are the most suitable king for Britain!"

"I recognize this more than anyone else, and I insist on this more than anyone else."

"..."

Looking at Ian who was hugging her and saying these words, Morgan's expression seemed to be frozen.

The knight thought that his behavior was too much, but he didn't expect that she would start laughing the next moment.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Why...why are you like this..."

"Can't you refute me? Even if it's just to say that I don't have such ability?"

"..."

Although every word sounded like a rebuke to you, you didn't feel offended at all.

【All you noticed at this moment was the tearful tone in Morgan's voice.】

[That is enough to make you feel heartbroken.]

[In just a short moment, you already feel your heart crying along with her.]

You wavered again.

【No. 】

[To be precise, it wasn't a wavering feeling—but rather a personal experience of her pain.]

[Decades of neglect, decades of deliberate schemes, decades of revenge.]

But what awaits her?

[It is a result that has never been close, and a future that has never been close.]

[Just thinking about this makes you feel like a jerk.]

"..."

Ian had no idea how to comfort Morgan.

After all, if she was still obsessed with revenge, the man would not be able to hesitate like he is now.

This is her most vulnerable moment...

"Princess, I... I still can't doubt you—because I really think you are more suitable for the country of Camelot than Altria."

"Then why didn't I get anything?"

Morgan's words were no longer as aggressive as before.

Instead, there is complete confusion and incomprehension.

"You said I was a better king than Altria, right? But no one except you has ever recognized me... and no one has ever realized that I should touch this throne."

"Everything in Camelot should belong to Altria, right?"

"Then what's the meaning of my existence? Is it just for people to see my ugly and miserable life?"

"Knight... I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out. What's wrong with me that I've ended up like this?"

"..."

If Morgan was really in self-doubt at this moment, then Ian was the one who fell into it with her.

Yes--

What did Morgan do wrong in his life?

Like Artoria, she clearly possesses the ability to inherit the throne, but it has never been taken seriously, and she has never been given the possibility to touch all of this.

She couldn't figure it out, and neither could she herself.

"My Lady Princess, there is nothing wrong with you."

"No, there's something wrong with me that's why I'm like this."

Morgan looked at everything around him, tears welling up in his eyes.

She was indeed confused, but she also felt deeply the gap between herself and Altria.

Apart from Ian, he had no other sword that could be put to good use;

As Artoria's sister, she has an entire Knights of the Round Table.

If this is not the difference between the two, what else can be considered different?

But at this moment——

Morgan, who had already given up on himself, was hugged by the knight.

Then, she saw a pair of almost crazy eyes.

"My Lady Princess, if I say you have no problem, then you have no problem!"

"It's not your fault—!"

"Princess, please wake up. This is not your fault at all! You've done a lot for this country, haven't you?! Why are you denying it all? Denying all our efforts?"

"Are you...are you no longer the same person?"

"..."

As Ian said this, Morgan's already turbulent emotions completely broke out.

She threw herself into Ian's arms and began to cry loudly.

This might be the first time in her life that she cried so miserably in someone's arms.

All the pride she had in the past turned into extremely painful emotions at this moment, like needles piercing her heart.

Ian was also covered in mud.

Facing the crying Morgan, his hand could only stop at the back of her head, and he immediately felt her body trembling because of the reality.

Every trace and every bit of emotional change can make the knight tremble and sigh with emotion.

The princess who was once so arrogant had now become so miserable that she couldn't even speak without crying.

This is not the woman he hoped to see.