The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Are you kidding?" Ian smiled. "I'm not kidding—I'm telling you this very seriously."

"But...but this kind of thing is obviously impossible, right?"

Altria shook her head, looking completely incredulous.

"kindness."

"This is a honeymoon trip, not something else—how could you... do this to me and Guinevere?"

"..."

"I don't really want to spoil the fun," Guinevere followed Altria's words, "but... Lily is right."

No matter how much I and Altria regard Ian as their husband.

However, he will always have only one wife in front of the people of Camelot—that is Morgan.

Honeymoon trip?

Saying it out loud would only make people feel ridiculous.

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"Yes, you're right—so I'm sorry I can't just tell others that this is our 'holiday trip.'"

"But... as long as we treat it as a 'holiday trip,' we can definitely do it."

"Just wait a moment."

Guinevere stopped Ian from speaking.

"I still don't quite understand what you mean - what do you mean by we consider it a 'holiday trip'?"

"because……"

Ian looked at Guinevere and Altria in front of him, and his tone was more moved.

"I need to borrow your name to go out this time."

"..."

"..."

[You told the two of them your purpose.]

"That's a very simple matter—let Guinevere use the opportunity of her wedding day to allow the three of you to temporarily escape from Camelot and return to her father's homeland."

【certainly. 】

【This is just a temporary action.】

[After all, Altria is still the King of Camelot and the King of Britain. No matter what, she absolutely cannot leave Camelot for such a long time.]

[However, this will definitely be a chance to relax.]

[And it would be a very legitimate opportunity—at least for any of the three of you.]

【Thinking of this, you can't help but thank Meili.】

If it weren't for her, you probably wouldn't have thought of such a possibility.

"This……"

After hearing Ian's story, Guinevere's blue-white eyes showed a different kind of light.

That is the behavior that occurs when you see hope and feel that you are likely to touch it.

“That sounds like it might actually work.”

"Yeah, how did you come up with that?"

"...It's a long story." Ian didn't really want to mention Mary in front of the two of them, and he didn't want to mention in front of them how he came up with the possibility of thinking like this.

"All in all, I think this is a very good choice - don't you think so too?"

"Of course! If we can go back with a swagger, that would be the best option!"

"I can make such a request to my father for you. For my sake, he will definitely agree!"

Having said this, Guinevere looked at Altria beside her.

She thought that what was waiting for her would be the other party's equally happy expression, but the result was the exact opposite.

Yes.

Altria frowned.

Obviously, she felt that this plan was problematic.

"Lily, what are you doing..." Guinevere asked cautiously, "Have you found any problem?"

"That's not a problem."

Altria glanced at Guinevere, then glanced at Altria again.

"I just feel that my sister won't let us go so easily—at least not En."

"Why is that?" Guinevere was a little surprised. "As long as you give the order, she will agree even if she doesn't want to, right?"

"I can't do that, Ver."

Altria held her other arm, looking quite conflicted.

"In that case, En would be caught in the middle - that's not the ending I want."

"But he's willing to do this!" Guinevere said anxiously, "Lily! This is an opportunity that can't be missed!"

"No."

"Absolutely not."

Altria bit her lips, seemingly holding on to some final bottom line.

"If my sister hadn't told me in person—"

"I will never agree to that."

"you……"

After Altria said this, Guinevere naturally realized that she had no chance to persuade her to change her mind.

She was both anxious and angry.

I am so anxious because I don’t know how long it will take for this opportunity to come again.

What made her angry was that Altria had been saying Ian's name in her dreams, and now that the meat was at her fingertips, she took a step back instead.

"..."

However, Ian did not seem surprised by Altria's insistence.

He simply reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek, as if he was feeling her most innocent yet stubborn heart.

"Lily."

"According to what you mean—as long as Morgan takes the initiative to tell you that he agrees to all this, you will be willing to do it, right?"

"Yeah." Altria touched Ian's hand and nodded.

"That's... what I thought."

"Let me confirm again." The man's voice sounded again. "Just hearing it is enough, right?"

"Yep."

"okay, I get it."

[Your meeting with Altria and Guinevere ended in an extremely delicate atmosphere.]

[And you're not just talking—you've actually thought of a way to satisfy Altria.]

【only……】

It may not be so glamorous.

late at night.

The knight and his princess slept in the same bed once again.

Everything is no different from before.

Morgan was still very devoted in reporting his achievements in the Knights of the Round Table, and it seemed as if he regarded it as everything to him.

After talking like this for a while, she suddenly asked Ian a question.

"I said--"

"How did you get along with the Knights of the Round Table before I met them?"

"I see everyone mentions you these days."

"Princess, why are you so concerned about this?" Ian said, puzzled. "You've never had this reaction before."

“Because the kids are there.”

"I noticed they seemed more willing to talk about you than me."

Morgan turned around and looked at the man beside her pillow, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

That's the kind of dissatisfaction that only arises between couples. To use an analogy, it might be something like this: "Why do the children love you more and not me?"

Normally, this is something a father would complain about.

But for Ian and Morgan, it was just the opposite.

"This one……"

Ian didn't expect Morgan to get so angry about such a thing.

But it’s not like he can’t answer.

"Maybe it's because it feels like you're everywhere."

"I'm everywhere?" Morgan frowned, obviously not understanding the answer to this question.

"Knight, what do you mean?"

"Ah, I forgot to tell the princess—" The man looked at her beside his pillow, then reached out and held her in his arms.

"Because I mention you to them every day."

"Maybe it was too many times - so much so that they felt like you were everywhere, and that's how it became."

"Princess, please don't take it too seriously."

"..."

Morgan was stunned at first, then he laughed.

She gestured lightly with her fingers in front of his chest, and seemed to be somewhat satisfied with this answer.

"Well, that sounds quite reasonable."

"Knight, I will reluctantly accept this explanation."

"It's such an honor."

"..."

"..."

Ian and Morgan looked at each other, and then their lips moved closer and closer until they touched each other, without any distinction between you and me.

This is actually quite miraculous.

Even though the two of them have been together for so long, they can still create sparks like this.

"Why do you always perform so well every time?"

Morgan, who was already a little dazed, began to mutter.

Only at times like this would she display that rare, slightly indulgent look that only Ian could see.

"Perhaps it's because Princess-sama gave me a sense of motivation."

"Really?" Morgan's throat moved slightly.

"I really hope I can keep you motivated like this—otherwise, any random woman will just come along and snatch you away from me, right?"