The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[Before setting off, Mary has already checked the carriage for you to confirm that there is no magic from Morgan.]

[She...seems to be truly confident in your company.]

[For some reason, you feel uncomfortable with this sudden trust.]

[Because until the last moment before leaving, you were still wondering whether Morgan would say anything to keep you.]

【But the truth is, not only did she not try to keep you, but she actually hoped you would leave as soon as possible. 】

【Maybe……】

【Everything, nothing has ever changed.】

"kindness?"

Altria's call pulled the man back from his extremely complicated thoughts.

Ian looked at her sitting behind him, and what caught his eye was a slightly shy face.

"You seem distracted—are you still thinking about your sister?"

"..."

Before Ian could answer Altria, Guinevere spoke first.

She was seen gesticulating and talking, looking even more anxious than Ian himself.

"He even came out with it! How could Enen still be thinking about Morgan? Lily, stop thinking about these nonsense, it's ruining the atmosphere!"

“…That’s right.”

Altria, dressed in a royal robe, nodded and then gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"That's not true." The man responded very generously, "It's normal for you to think so - after all, Morgan and I are very close."

"But...if it's possible—"

Ian's eyes swept over Altria and Guinevere.

"Let's just do as Wei'er said and forget about these bad things for now."

"I said so."

"This is our honeymoon trip, isn't it?"

[Your words clearly have Artoria's approval.]

[She no longer expressed any suspicion and instead revealed a happy expression.]

"Can I change out of this outfit?"

[The girl made this request—and naturally, you only have one answer to this, and that is "Of course."]

【So, Altria changed her clothes in the car.】

[She doesn't mind showing her true self to you in this situation - or rather, she has longed for such a thing.]

[Soon, Altria changed out of the overly majestic blue royal robe.]

[Instead, it was a simpler set of robes that looked more like those of an ordinary person.]

【but--】

[Some small happy accidents also happened at this time. ]

"Uh……"

Guinevere, who changed into casual clothes along with Altria, showed an embarrassed expression.

She looked at her companion beside her and began to stammer.

"Um...um...Lily, did you take the wrong clothes?"

"You took the wrong clothes?"

Altria tilted her head slightly, looking a little confused.

"Weier, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean I took the wrong clothes? This is the clothes I wore when I was practicing before."

"But……"

Guinevere blushed and reached out her hand to gently cover a certain place for Altria, then muttered softly.

"It cracked..."

"what?!"

After Guinevere shouted this, Ian realized that it was not a big deal.

This was something a man wasn't supposed to know—but after making the "deal" with Mary, he learned it incidentally.

The moment the holy sword was drawn, Artoria's body was forever locked in that moment.

For the rest of her life, no matter what she did, her body remained at that moment.

This made Ian enjoy her every time, always with the loveliest girl.

of course.

For Altria, this was a somewhat embarrassing thing - after all, once the age was locked at that time, what followed was a petite figure.

Fortunately, her swordsmanship was superb enough and she was brave enough when charging, so the other knights did not think there was any problem.

but--

After she killed the white dragon Vortigern with the Holy Lance, the shackles fell off her body.

All those things that had been accumulated in the past years suddenly blossomed in Altria.

The result of this situation was that her figure developed rapidly, eventually catching up to Morgan's.

It is no exaggeration to say that——

If she changed into more mature clothes, indulged herself in bed like Morgan and seduced Ian.

The Cavaliers felt that they were somewhat out of control.

As for now...

The result of this maturity is that Altria can no longer wear the white gauze robe as before.

This was something she had not expected, and it was also something Ian had not anticipated.

"This……"

After realizing what Guinevere meant, Altria became a little nervous.

You know, because she was too obsessed with traveling with Ian, she chose to ignore a lot of things that she shouldn't have ignored.

What should I do...

Are you going to hold him back again?

Altria was still worrying about this problem, but suddenly she felt the carriage suddenly stop.

Soon, she realized that it was Ian who heard what she and Guinevere were saying.

As expected, the man turned around, looked at the two "wives" behind him, smiled and said:

"Lily, Wei'er, can you sew?"

"I can't..." Artoria answered very sincerely, "I have been taught how to become a king since I was a child. Even when I was with Brother Kai, he never let me do such a thing."

A very reasonable answer.

Kai is the kind of person who looks tough on the outside, but is actually more sensitive than anyone else on the inside.

He didn't even come to the farewell at the city gate just now - obviously he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave.

"What about you, Wei'er?"

"I don't know how to do it either." Guinevere said in a panic, "You guys know what my situation is."

"I have never been given that knowledge."

This is also a very reasonable answer.

After all, he is a familiar transformed into a nightingale, and being able to master magic is actually quite impressive.

"Then it seems I have to show you my skills."

"Show me your hand?"

Guinevere and Altria looked at Ian at the same time.

It was obvious that they had no idea what Ian meant by this.

"Yeah." The man nodded, and then completely stopped the horse pulling the cart.

He turned around, looked at the person sitting inside, and said with a smile:

"You probably didn't expect I could sew, did you?"

"what?!"

[This was indeed something the two of them had never expected.]

[The dignified Chief Knight of the Round Table actually knows the art of sewing.]

Their first reaction is naturally to think you're joking, or that you're trying to soothe the two of you.

But when they saw you holding a "needle" made from a makeshift sword, the two "wives" realized that what you said was true.

Just as you promised, you showed them a trick—a trick that almost no one in Camelot knew about.

"Okay, so awesome..."

Guinevere looked at the extra seams on Altria's body, her blue-white eyes filled with indescribable surprise.

Because it's sewn so well.

If she didn't know that this location had just exploded, she would never have noticed such a place.

"Yeah, you actually...learned this secretly?"

"You didn't learn it secretly, did you?"

Altria said subconsciously as she felt the clothes fitting her again.

"It must be because my sister needed this skill that En took the initiative to master it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Almost instantly, the space where the three people were fell into silence.

After all, once Morgan is mentioned, it becomes a rather embarrassing topic.

After a long time, Ian took the initiative to break the silence.

He just smiled and said:

"That's true—there was a period of time, or to be more precise, when she was told she had no inheritance rights. Morgan's status in Camelot was very low, and this made her quite sensitive."

“She doesn’t want to ask others for help if she can do so.”

"But the clothes had to be used—so I learned."

"I didn't expect that it would happen to coincide with each other now."

"Yes, yes..." Guinevere continued, realizing that she had just said the wrong thing and she wanted to make amends.

"Haha, Lily wouldn't be like that. Camelot belongs to her alone. There's no such thing as someone not helping her make clothes!"

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

After a while, Guinevere said embarrassedly;

"Did I say something wrong again?"