The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

He looked like he couldn't wait any longer.

"I understand."

"This is indeed a title I deserve." Mary stroked her belly. She had an expressionless face, but at this moment she actually exuded a sense of pride.

"So--"

"How do we get this title?"

"..."

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Guinevere had given in and Lanlost had not expressed any objection.

She would have thought this was a rather complicated process, but now it seemed unexpectedly easy.

"Come see me in a few days."

"Before that, I will explain everything to Altria - you can rest assured."

"Ah."

Mary, disguised as "Guinevere", nodded, then took Ian's hand and spoke to Morgan.

"So--"

"That's all for this conversation."

"See you then."

"..."

Before Morgan could answer, Mary left with Ian without looking back.

Morgan watched her and him leave, and the hand that was trying to keep them first rose, and then slowly fell.

She held her hands, her expression quite complicated.

"Why……"

"Why do you feel so strange..."

You and Mellie reached an agreement with Morgan.

[And before that, you provided pregnant Mary with something she longed for, as promised.]

"..."

To be honest, if possible, Ian actually didn't want to follow the content of this "simulated magic".

after all--

Looking at Mary's slow and cautious movements, he actually didn't have the heart to block her mouth as usual.

But what can be done? The Flower Magician's eyes are full of longing.

Her fair and tender hands grabbed the corner of Ian's clothes like a baby, and she started to act coquettishly in a way that she herself didn't realize.

no solution anymore.

Just be a little gentler.

Ian held Mary's hands on both sides and carefully satisfied her desire by the bed.

I don't know how long it took—

Mary is always satisfied.

She fell into his arms like a well-fed kitten.

To be precise, it should be like a well-fed pregnant cat.

"So happy."

Meili took Ian's hand and spoke softly.

"I haven't tasted this in a long time - and you are very gentle today."

"is it?"

Ian gently stroked Mary's head, and only continued after she closed her eyes because she was too comfortable.

"From your tone, it seems like you don't like it."

"Ah."

Meili said with her eyes closed.

"After all, if it were any other time, you would definitely slap me and pull me—and even call me a greedy little cat who loves to eat."

"Isn't that what you asked me to do?"

"Yeah...that's why I feel uncomfortable today."

"..."

"..."

There was a snap.

Ian gently slapped Mary on the face. The latter opened her eyes, looked at him for a long time, and then buried her head deeper.

That was a sign of love - she simply enjoyed the feeling of being ravaged by Ian.

"I love you so much."

"I know, I know—you've said it many times."

Ian continued soothingly as he pinched Mary's neck, allowing her to breathe completely under his hands.

"Speaking of which-"

"Why did you agree to Morgan's arrangement so quickly? Aren't you worried that something might go wrong?"

"Then there won't be any problems if you don't agree?"

"..."

Mary's question left Ian speechless.

"That would at least reduce the risk a little, right?"

"Are you sure—" Mary, whose cheeks flushed due to her controlled breathing, looked at her master Ian. "With her personality, if I don't agree, it will be more troublesome, right?"

"Besides..." The Flower Magician touched his belly, "I think giving 'Galahad' a name or something would be a very good idea, right?"

"..."

Ian didn't expect that Mary had thought about so many things.

But this actually made him feel a lot more at ease - at least he didn't have to worry that she agreed on a whim, which was more important than anything else.

"Well, if you think it's okay, then it's fine. I'll listen to you."

"You are obviously my master." Mary lay between Ian's legs.

"How can it be that what I say is what—"

"But... it's nice sometimes."

"..."

"..."

Everything was silent, with only the two people looking into each other's eyes.

Then, there was the sound of a crisp and gentle slap.

Ian increasingly discovered that twintails were a great hairstyle—they were a perfect fulcrum for exerting force.

Especially when he was standing in front of her kneeling there...

【Time flies by.】

[You soon arrived at the date Morgan allowed.]

【Today will be the day when Galahad will be named Pendragon.】

In fact, the ceremony was not as grand as imagined.

Perhaps it was because the previous wedding was indeed enough proof.

At the naming ceremony, only Morgan and Altria were present.

And "Lancelot" as the father of the child and "Guinevere" as the mother are all the rest.

"You are here."

Looking at the two people in front of her, Altria was still as gentle as ever.

“Really on time.”

"Yes," Ian said respectfully. "After all, it's a prestigious naming ceremony. There's no way I can be late."

"There's no need to worry about it."

Artoria grasped the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) in her hand.

"This kid deserves it."

"Sister, are you right?"

"Yeah." Morgan nodded. "After all, he's the descendant of a meritorious official, so being considered a member of the royal family shouldn't be a problem."

"I understand."

"But no matter what, please let me thank you again."

"it is good."

Altria accepted Ian's thanks and then spoke decisively.

"So--"

"here we go."

"Well, please, King."

As the consent of "Lanlost" and "Guinevere" was conveyed to King Arthur Altriya, a naming ceremony officially began.

Artoria raised the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) in her hand and pointed it towards the sky.

In an instant, golden light emanated from its body.

It was a moment filled with a sacred feeling. Anyone who saw this scene would never forget it.

"I swear by King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon."

"Bestow the name of the Royal House of Camelot upon the descendants of Lanlost and Guinevere, and they will be illuminated by the glory of Britain for generations to come."

Say it.

Artoria thrust the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) into the ground beneath her feet.

Suddenly, gravel flew everywhere, and the light of the hexagram enveloped the four people present.

This was something Ian had not expected - it turned out that granting the name of Pendragon to an outsider was such a complicated matter.

but……

This seems to be just the beginning.

Because after inserting the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) into the ground, Artoria did not declare the ceremony over, but looked at her sister Morgan beside her.

"elder sister--"

"It's your turn."

"Um……"

Morgan nodded and approached the still-glittering Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur).

It was very rare that she showed her magic to people other than Ian.

The blue light gathered on the witch's hands, as if silently announcing the arrival of some kind of mark.

"I, Morgan le Fay, hereby agree to all the above promises."

"The glory of Britain will be passed down through the descendants of that warrior forever."