The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

However, even so, I can't give up.

That goes against the spirit that a knight should have.

Forward.

Reach out.

Try to draw the sword again.

Gawain heard that familiar voice again.

He selectively ignored it all - what he should do now was not to disappoint his father and mother.

"Drink——!"

Gawain used all his strength.

But the sword remained stuck in the rock.

As expected, it failed again.

Let’s do it again this afternoon!

Gawain loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Although he failed again and again, he never gave up.

but--

Gawain came down from the stone platform and looked at the sword blade stuck in the rock.

Many days have passed since the magician named Merlin announced the proof of the Red Dragon.

During this period, many knights tried to pull out the blade, but they all ended up with similar failures.

if--

But if——

If someone could pull this blade from the rock, who would that person be?

Will he be as courageous as his father?

Or is she as charming and elegant as her mother?

Gawain didn't know which one was right - but he found that he actually had a little expectation in his heart.

【Gawain is a little distracted.】

You came to his side.

【He noticed your presence. 】

[You left the presence of the Sword in the Stone.]

"Father," Gawain said in a panic, "Why are you here?"

"I……"

Realizing that Gawain had experienced another failed sword-drawing attempt and was feeling ashamed of it, Ian reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"it does not matter."

"Although you didn't succeed, it was still a good attempt."

"I'm proud of your efforts, Gawain."

"Father..."

Gao Wen was very grateful in his heart - although his father was extremely strict at ordinary times, at times like this, he also showed the tenderness of a tough man.

However, this did not allow him to forget the doubts that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

"Father, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my boy."

"that is--"

Gawain looked at the blade before him, embedded in the rock.

"Didn't you say last time that the Red Dragon would become a great enemy of you and your mother in the future?"

"In that case, why do you and mother support this kind of thing?"

He is worthy of being the most outstanding eldest son among all his brothers and sisters.

Gao Wen noticed the contradiction.

But Ian was not afraid of these questions - he had already thought about everything.

"Gawain, you are right."

"The Red Dragon may indeed become your mother and I's enemy in the future, but before that, what we need to consider is the safety of the entire Britain right now."

"Your safety now?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "Compared to the various difficulties that have not yet occurred in the future, the present is something that cannot be ignored."

"White dragons are still wreaking havoc on British soil, and we need someone who can solve these problems."

[Your words seem to have had a significant impact on Gawain.]

【He fell into deep thought.】

You didn’t say much about it.

【Because you know Gawain will understand all this in his own way. 】

[And the purpose of your visit is not to teach him as a father. ]

Ian secretly observed the sword blade that was inserted into the rock.

He could not forget Morgan's sleeping face, which looked much more relieved because no one could draw his sword.

He didn't want to ruin her good mood, so he finally chose to come here alone.

Ian didn't believe that Artorius could draw the blade, but he was also worried about the tiny possibility.

if--

If she really drew the sword, what would be the outcome of her and Morgan's future?

Ian was totally unpredictable.

【What is supposed to come will eventually come. 】

[Artorius's figure appeared not far away. ]

[Different from the girlish appearance she showed in front of you, she now looks much more resolute. ]

[Although he still has that delicate feeling, it is enough to give people a heroic first impression. 】

[However, the moment she saw you, she still showed the youthfulness that is unique to girls. ]

【She smiled at you.】

【And you responded with hypocrisy. 】

[But what you don’t know is that this meeting will change the future of all of you. ]

[The painful and thorny fruit has now sprouted small buds. ]

Ian is here.

Artorius could feel his heart pounding.

In fact, after saying those words yesterday, she couldn't feel at ease at all.

It would be great if Ian could come and witness his attempt.

But what if he doesn't come?

How should I accept this situation if he doesn't care about the invitation I sent him at all?

Honestly speaking——

Artorius found that he had not thought all this through.

She just stumbled into action like a squirrel finding an acorn or a deer finding a bud.

Fortunately, the result was what we wanted.

Artorius felt a little more strength in his body.

Her gaze returned to the blade standing in the rock before her, her eyes as green as the sea of ​​trees filled with its image.

Artorius actually has another name.

That's her real name -

Altria.

That was the real name that the voice that had trained me in my dreams had been calling for a long time.

She didn't quite understand at first why she needed to hide the name.

Until a few days ago when Hector revealed the secret that he was not her biological father, but was entrusted to take care of her.

Artorius, or should it be Artoria, realized that the fate he carried might not be as simple as he had imagined.

So, she went into town and expressed her feelings to Ian.

The girl walked towards the sword and discovered something that shocked her even more.

The sword blade was exactly the same as the one he had seen in his dream, even the pattern had not changed in the slightest.

She knew how it felt to hold it in her hand, and she also knew what the part hidden in the stone looked like.

She could feel the sword shouting her name silently, and even the ground beneath her feet was dancing along with it.

And then the expectation on the sword - that was a gaze hotter than a shout.

The girl realized that this was the sword she had to draw.

She calmed herself down and stretched out her hand towards the blade.

Just before he was about to touch the hilt of the sword.

The voice that had been admonishing me in my dreams all day long sounded again.

"Artoria."

"Have you really thought about it?"

“Once you pull it out of the rock, your life will take a different path.”

“You have a lot to gain, and a lot to lose.”

"What awaits you at the end of your life may be endless regrets or countless curses."

"Even so, do you still want to pull it out?"

"If you had said these words earlier, I might have given up."

"But not anymore."

Many smiling faces she saw along the way flashed through the girl's mind.

"Everyone is laughing... that can't be wrong."

"but--"

There was a hint of hesitation in the girl's determined eyes.

"If I can get something, please let me keep my heartbeat for Mr. Ian."

"what?!"

The voice was panicked - this seemed to be something it had not expected.

But it was too late to stop it from happening.

Stone opened.

The sword appears.

The girl drew out a sword that no one had ever drawn before and pointed it toward the sky above her head.