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"That--"

Ian said softly as he looked at Lancelot who fell motionless.

"Can I... 'replace' Lancelot?"

747. Cat Merry has her own tools / Lake Knight's "Replacement" (4k)

Meili's voice stopped abruptly.

It seemed as if he was considering whether he had heard Ian correctly.

After a while, she spoke again:

"Mr. Avalon, are you serious?"

"You...are going to replace 'Lancelot'?"

"..."

"I know it's hard for you to accept, Ms. Avalon." Ian breathed softly, "But this is what I have to do."

"What you have to do?"

Meili's voice became slightly more rhythmic.

"Could it be——"

"Is it about Altria again?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

Even though he knew Mary wasn't by his side, he still gave his answer based on the standards of her being by his side.

"This time, it's not for Lily."

"But for Lancelot."

"For Lancelot?" Meili's voice was filled with confusion. "What does this mean?"

"because--"

Ian looked at the "battlefield" not far away, and saw Lancelot, who was burned to death, lying there motionless.

Holding an evil black sword in his hand, he was probably at the end of his life.

"He was trying to get rid of me, Merlin."

"Then... it would be only natural for me to inherit the title of 'Knight of the Lake' on his behalf, right?"

"..."

Ian's words made Mary silent again.

The flower magician seemed to be contemplating whether what her "husband" said made sense.

"Mr. Avalon, does this kind of thing count as 'love'?"

"Of course it's 'love'—" Ian answered without hesitation, "but not the kind of 'love' you're expecting."

"But..."

"The recognition between rivals has reached the point where they are willing to die for each other."

“It is something equally worth remembering.”

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

Only this time, Mary answered quickly.

"I see—it does sound like a pretty good feeling, to be recognized by your opponent, to be willing to die for your opponent."

"I have a feeling... this will turn into something interesting at some point in the future—like if someone gets into trouble with you again because of this."

"Ah? What are you doing..." The man was puzzled.

"Nothing, just a little thought—right now, it would be better to clean up for Lancelot, right?"

Although Ian knew that Mary was deliberately changing the subject, he couldn't refute what she said.

You can't...

Should we just let this good opponent who is willing to die for us die on the streets?

"……Too."

【Lancelot died on this night of revenge.】

[No one knows whether he died with regret or with fulfillment.]

[But no matter what, the Knight of the Lake ended his life in front of you.]

You cleaned up his body.

[While no one was paying attention, you brought him to the outskirts of Camelot.]

You buried him under a big tree.

[The Knight of the Lake from France ultimately died on the land of Camelot.]

"..."

Listening to the "simulation" that suddenly became much smoother, Ian felt a lump in his stomach.

It seems that only at this time will it show itself to be a reliable magic that will benefit those who "get" it.

Who is it...

Who inflicted this upon himself?

Ian was puzzled.

"May you rest here forever, rest in peace, and no longer be troubled by anything."

Mary said something that was unclear whether it was from the heart or a routine mourning, and then placed a small white flower on Lancelot's "tomb" - because of the need for concealment, Ian did not erect a monument for his good rival Lancelot.

and so……

This is actually just an inconspicuous little mound of earth.

But no matter what, Ian was still touched when he saw Mary praying devoutly.

"Ms. Avalon, it's rare to see you like this."

"Because Lancelot did a good job." Mary commented, then turned back to look at her husband, "He proved to me that it is worth it to devote my feelings to you."

"Thus--"

"I won't have to worry about you forgetting everything about me."

"..."

"Even without Lancelot, I will never forget what you have done."

Ian took Mellie's hand.

"Ms. Avalon—"

"Please don't worry about such meaningless things."

"is it?"

Mary gave a half-smile.

But Ian no longer looks as chilling as before.

"I understand—I won't worry about this kind of thing anymore."

"But now..."

The Flower Magician looked up at the sky.

Lancelot's surprise attack caused tonight's plan to become completely different.

According to the original memory, this should have been a one-sided massacre that lasted until dawn, but now it turned into Merlin's escape and Lancelot's death.

"Wouldn't it be better to return to your residence as soon as possible?"

"Hmm..." Ian nodded, "You make sense."

"Let's go back."

[You and Mellie left Lancelot's tomb just like that.]

[But you know that you will never forget the Knight of the Lake who sleeps at the foot of the tree.]

【Perhaps at some point in the future, you will finally meet. 】

In an almost meaningless "simulated" prompt, Ian returned to his and Mellie's residence.

"Can I hold it while I sleep?"

"Why...why do this?"

“It makes me feel more at ease.”

"..."

"Never mind, you like it."

"Well, Mr. Avalon is really considerate."

"I don't need such comments..."

All in all, in an ambiguous and somewhat awkward atmosphere, Ian felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.

Soon, the floral fragrance that came into the man's nose as Mary leaned close to him captured his sleepiness.

Goodbye, Lancelot.

Ian thought so, and then fell into a deep sleep.

A very peaceful but ominous night passed like this.

When the man opened his eyes again, he found it was already the next morning.

It’s been a long time…

I've never had a good rest like this.

Ian felt a sense of relief he had never felt before - but soon, this relaxation was made meaningless by the memory of witnessing Lancelot's death.

"how so……"

The man thought so, and then looked at Mary beside him.

But when he turned around, he saw an unexpected scene.

I saw that Mary had woken up at some point, and then she held the man's hand and looked at him motionlessly.

If he wasn't sure that this was a living person, the man would have thought she had stopped breathing.

"Merry, what are you doing..."

"Good morning, Mr. Avalon."

The Flower Magician said this, seemingly unaware of how frightening he looked.

In addition, the movements of her hands became more unscrupulous, as if she was saying "everything of yours belongs to me."

"..."

After hesitating for a while, the man finally answered.

"Good morning, Ms. Avalon."

"..."

"..."

"Can we stop now?" the man couldn't help but ask.

"No--" Mary leaned closer until the fragrance on her body mixed with the man's breath.

"I...but I've been rubbing it like this all night."