The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Mary took the initiative to greet.

"I never expected to see you at a time like this—er, Ian Pendragon, Chief Knight of the Round Table."

"Stop doing this."

Ian glanced at the full glass of wine on the table in front of Mary, which didn't look like it was enough for one person to drink.

It is something that cannot be seen from the outside and can only be discovered when you get close to it.

"Are you waiting for me here on purpose?"

"Hey, I was discovered."

Mary moved aside slightly.

"Sit down and have a couple of drinks then?"

"I would have done it even if you didn't tell me." The knight sat down on the other side of the flower magician directly. "You must have a way to stop this - otherwise how could you tell me?"

As the "culprit" who told this to him, Ian knew that Mary would definitely understand what he was referring to.

And this is indeed the case.

Meili took a sip of wine and said softly:

"Of course I know—but I also said that I don't really care about how to save her, right?"

"But I care," the knight said bluntly.

"Is there really no way you can get it out?"

"Of course."

"For example..." Mary supported her face with one hand, and then there seemed to be some movement under the table.

"Ok!"

The knight, feeling some kind of pressure, immediately stared at her.

"Merry, what are you doing..."

"Hmm? Didn't you say you wanted to exchange? Then this is the exchange condition."

The Flower Magician's shoes had completely fallen to the ground under the table.

"The size is indeed a little exaggerated." Mary said with a smile.

"It's fun to tease."

"What's wrong? What's that expression on your face? You've already accepted this exchange."

"Yeah." The knight endured the humiliation seriously and then nodded.

"If this is truly a way to resolve Altria's predicament, then I am willing to accept this punishment."

"..."

"You're really strange. One moment you're loyal to Morgan, and the next moment you're devoted to Altria—"

Mary covered her lips and looked surprised.

"Will there ever be a time when you are completely obsessed with me?"

"will not."

"How direct—aren't you afraid that I'll get angry again?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. I just can't do something I can't do."

"I was attacked." Meili curled her lips, "But this makes it even more interesting."

"Then I'll tell you—"

"The key to solving the problem this time is Guinevere."

"Guinevere?"

"Yeah." Mary nodded.

"Since announcing the pregnancy in Camelot would cause problems—"

"So as long as we're not in Camelot, then it's fine, right?"

672. Lily's honeymoon? / Gawain's nightmare with a sword (4k)

Another incomprehensible statement.

But Ian knew that if he continued asking, he would definitely learn something from Mary that he had never encountered before.

"Are you going to kick me, Altria, and the others out of Camelot?"

"And what does this have to do with Guinevere being an important person?"

"Are you really not aware, or are you pretending not to know?"

While continuing what she was doing under the table, Mary held the empty wine glass and looked at the man in front of her, as if he was the fine wine in the glass.

"Obviously... the answer is right in front of us, right?"

"Guinevere is the best excuse for you to leave Camelot, bar none."

"..."

Mary's words set the direction for Ian's thinking.

He quickly followed her instructions, thinking about how Guinevere would help him and Altria escape from Camelot.

The Knights are not stupid.

Soon, he had his own answer.

"You mean... using Guinevere's name and going back to her kingdom with her once to cover up the fact that they're both pregnant?"

"uh-huh?"

Mary put down the empty wine glass in her hand and looked at him in front of her.

"I didn't say anything—that's just your own imaginary answer. It has nothing to do with my advice or my words."

"Are you so anxious to distance yourself from this matter?"

"It's not about distancing myself from things." Mary shook her finger. "It's impossible for me to distancing myself from these things in the first place."

"only--"

Meili's pair of purple eyes stared straight at him.

"I think some things are better understood by yourself."

"If I were to give you hints on everything—that would be a bit too boring."

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for who knows how long.

"Merry."

"Are you... here to help us, or to harm us? Why are your intentions always so ambiguous? You clearly give us hope, but in the end, you inexplicably lead to a disastrous outcome."

"Even if you want to have fun, you shouldn't do this, right?"

"..."

"Heh." A long-lost smile appeared on Mary's face.

That was a stark contrast to her previous half-smile—this time, she was actually smiling.

"Are you interested in me?"

"But...even if you say that, I can't tell you the truth."

"Because even I don't know whether this is helping you or hurting you."

"But one thing is certain—" Mary put a little more strength into her feet and seemed to be enjoying it.

"As for me, I'm here just because I want to know what you will do and how you will finish what I said."

"Considering this... maybe I'm not that scary after all?"

Your meeting with Meili ended on a strange note.

[She left you with some ambiguous hints, and then disappeared from your sight like scattered flowers.]

It’s still early.

You suddenly want to learn more about Guinevere and Altria, whom you haven't seen for a long time.

【But when you are about to do this, you meet another unexpected person. 】

"That is your son, Gawain, the knight second only to you in Camelot."

"Father."

On the spacious streets of Camelot, Gawain greeted his father Ian respectfully.

"Do you...have time to talk to me?"

"..."

Although he wanted to see Guinevere and Altria, Ian still nodded patiently in response to Gawain's request.

"no problem."

Ever since——

The two knights walked on the streets of Camelot. Occasionally, other people would greet them and then leave in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" Ian took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"It's nothing."

"I just have some ideas, and I hope you can explain them to me a little bit." Gawain said.

Although Gawain's tone sounded cautious, Ian could hear his anxiety.

Obviously, these are some very important questions to him. If they are not answered, he will probably be unable to sleep or eat.

No.

Considering that my recent contact with him can be said to be very little.

He... maybe he's really having trouble sleeping or eating.

"Okay, go ahead." The man finally said this.

"Yeah." Gawain nodded.

Then, he looked around warily, making sure that no one was watching him and his father as if they were being monitored, before continuing.

"Father."

"If my feeling is correct, Mother, do you want to seize Camelot?"

"..."

The man who was originally thinking about what kind of questions Gao Wen would ask and preparing answers for them suddenly became nervous after the other party said these words.

"what are you saying?"

"Don't say things like that!"

"I'm not talking nonsense." Gawain clenched his fists, looking like he had been patient for a long time.

"Father, ever since you and the king returned from defeating Vortigern, Mother has become a completely different person."

"At first I thought it was because my mother missed you too much, but later I found out that it was not the case at all—"

"Those crows at the king's wedding, if I'm not mistaken, were deliberately arranged by my mother, right?"

Gawain raised his head and looked at his father Ian in front of him.

"Father."

"Please tell me if this is true!"

"..."