The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"It's just... someone just covered it up to gain the trust of the people."

"..."

When Mary mentioned this, Ian naturally understood what she meant.

The reduction in land production is not an accidental event.

That was a sign that Britain was beginning to decline, but Morgan's magic seeds just happened to "cover" it all up - even though she didn't do it intentionally.

"But--"

"There was a period of time before when she didn't use the magic seeds, but the land continued to produce more, right?"

But as if she had expected the man to bring up this matter, Mary quickly continued talking.

"Then you remember I said—"

"The holy spear that Altria dropped wasn't just any ordinary spear, but the Rhongomyniad, the Spear of the End."

"It is the foundation for this land's resurgence."

"..."

Ian suddenly understood everything.

The decline and destruction of the land is inevitable, and only the use of the Rhongomyniad (the spear that shines in the end) can temporarily change this.

but--

If this is the case, he will inevitably return to the situation where Artoria and the Holy Spear took away his consciousness.

In that case, she, who had finally become like this, would most likely wander in the unknown world again.

This is why Meli didn't want to mention this matter to Altria - because she is kind-hearted and will definitely choose to sacrifice herself again.

even if...

She is no longer the king of this country.

"Merry, are you worried about Altria?"

"No." The Flower Magician shook his head. "I've already said that—at this moment, the only one I care about is you."

"As for Altria..."

"I just want to keep her and continue filling in the answer called 'love'."

"Really……"

Ian placed a gentle kiss on Mellie's head.

This is his thank you.

"But anyway, thank you."

"and--"

"I have another idea now."

"what idea?"

"That is--"

Ian looked at his hands and recalled Mellie's revelation.

"Can I use that so-called 'projection' to once again throw the Holy Lance onto British soil?"

708. Affirmation from Father-in-Law/Merry's Other Thoughts (4k)

"..."

As Ian expressed his thoughts, Mary's expression changed.

But that wasn't a look of confusion, but rather a reaction after hearing something extremely interesting.

"You want to 'project' the light of the Rhongomyniad?"

"Are you serious?"

"Ah."

The man answered Mary directly without any hesitation.

Obviously, this was not a decision he made on a whim, but the result of much consideration.

"Yes, I have to."

"Merry, if we really want to do something for Britain's revival, I don't want Altria to be the one to pay the price."

"She's done enough."

"Now...it's my turn."

"..."

Mary did not answer Ian directly, but shook her head, looking quite regretful.

"Don't be ridiculous—do you think you're qualified to do something like this right now?"

The Flower Magician said this while looking Ian up and down.

"That is the Holy Lance that can change Britain."

"Do you... really think you are qualified to 'project' it?"

“It’s not a question of whether you’re qualified or not.”

Ian put his hands on Mary's shoulders, as if he would not let go unless she agreed.

"Merry."

"You should know how important Lily is to me."

"Even if... I'm really not qualified to do this, I must try."

I don’t know if I was moved by Ian’s words, or for some other reason.

Mary just looked at Ian for a long time without saying anything.

In the end, she just asked casually.

"so--"

"You're sure you won't regret your choice, are you?"

"Yes." The man still looked as if he had no intention of hesitating.

"I see. Let me think about it."

You don't know what Mary means by "I understand."

【But now, you know that all you can do is trust her. 】

[You pretended to have completed your patrol and returned to the initial gathering place.]

"Did you find anything?"

Altria's voice came, sounding a little anxious.

Holding Mordred, she seemed to have some expectations for what Ian had said before.

But no matter how much we expect it, the facts will not change because of Altria's mood changes.

The only answer the man could give to her question was "no".

"..."

Even though she knew that this was most likely the case, Altria still couldn't help looking lonely.

"So what should we do next?"

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond.

Although he had already known the general situation from Mary, when he really wanted to do something, the man found that his mind was also empty.

He can't...

Now let's "project" the Rhongomyniad from our memory.

Ian knew he could never do it.

And at this moment, the few pieces of luck that were left were finally about to come to light.

"Altria, why are you back?"

Following the extremely weak voice, the group looked over.

The person who came into his eyes was not someone else, but the knight who had once taken care of Altria, a man named Hector!

[As someone who once accepted King Uther's arrangement to take care of Altria, Ector naturally knows you.]

[His hair has turned gray, and his mental state also seems to be not very good.]

If he hadn't received proper swordsmanship training, he would have collapsed to the ground like the villagers outside, right?

[However, before you could figure out what was going on, he took the initiative to greet you again.]

"Come over here!"

Hector said this to the group.

Although I don't know what he wants to do, considering that he was once Altria's adoptive father, he should be someone I can trust.

that's the truth.

Hector quickly brought the group of people who arrived in the village to a farmhouse.

Ian was surprised to find that the previous oppressive feeling from the air had miraculously disappeared at this moment.

No.

It cannot be said that it disappeared, but was simply covered up, as if something was blocking it.

"Sir Hector, this is..."

"food."

The old man said this with a slightly haggard look, and it was obvious that he had suffered a lot of torture.

“This used to be where grain was stored.”

"..."

[You suddenly understand why the situation here is so different from the outside.]

As the "culprit" who concealed the region's decline, Morgan's method of saving the people was closely related to food seeds.

[This also means that the seeds she took out were more or less stained with some traces of magic.]

Although the amount of each particle may be quite small, once accumulated, it can still form a barrier that is sufficient to reverse the erosion.

[As a former food storage area, the place where you are now is actually similar.]

"..."

"Thank you so much, Sir Ector."

Ian expressed his gratitude very politely.

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know where to go now."

"Thank me or something, forget it."

Hector coughed a few times and then continued.

"We have to bring other people in here later and replace a group of people. Otherwise, we will all be doomed."

"..."

After Hector said this, Ian noticed that there were also many people lying in a mess on the other side of the room.

The only difference from the people outside is——

Their complexions looked obviously much better, but it was still very limited.