The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"I will never understand even a fraction of your joy."

"There is only one thing I care about—"

"That's how it feels to be you who meet the requirements, that's all."

"..."

It was the first time Morgan had met such a person. She looked at the other person but could not sense any lie.

It seemed that for Mary, all this was just a process of seeking answers to the questions.

"So—" The King of Britain temporarily put away his sword.

"You don't actually want to be Mordred's teacher?"

"Not really." Mary shook her head.

"If becoming someone's teacher is the only way to find the answer to this question, I am very willing to pay this price."

"Of course, you don't have to worry about whether I will be careless about this."

"In fact—"

"I should be more serious and responsible about my work than any other human being."

"The premise is that you are willing to tell me the answer to this question."

"...Let me think about it first."

Morgan reached out and stopped Mellie.

“This is not a question that can be answered casually.”

"I understand." Meili bowed to Morgan. "Until you think clearly, I will wait in the most appropriate way."

[Even though she had raised a very difficult question, Mary's attitude seemed so nonchalant, as if what she mentioned was just a few casual words.]

Morgan, who already had this thought, gradually began to feel something was amiss.

【Everything seems to be heading towards collapse.】

Mary is indeed fulfilling her promise well.

Before Morgan confided the answer to that question, she really regarded herself as Mordred's swordsmanship teacher.

As for this parachuted-in "instructor", the naughty boy Mordred was a little resistant at first.

after all--

Rather than being taught swordsmanship by a complete stranger, she actually preferred her brother Gawain or her mother Morgan to be her teacher.

But this thought didn't last long.

Because Mordred soon discovered that Mellie was different from ordinary teachers.

She will complete her teaching in the most concise and understandable way.

And the rest of the time—

Just take Mordred around the city.

Mellie could always come up with some bizarre ideas for her students without any expression, such as climbing a tree to pick a bird's nest, or chasing puppies on the streets of Camelot;

These things seem absolutely inappropriate for girls to do, but Mordred always does them without hesitation.

One dares to speak, the other dares to do, this is probably how they describe their relationship.

only--

No one tried to stop Merry and Mordred.

This is not because everyone approves of their actions, but because Morgan quietly arranges everything behind the scenes.

"Let them go."

So said the King of Britain.

Ever since——

Since even Morgan, the king, had given such an order, naturally no one else would try to stop Meli and Mordred.

The teacher and the student lived a comfortable life.

During this period, Morgan was not idle either. She secretly investigated Mary's identity.

But something is very wrong——

Although Morgan mobilized a considerable amount of manpower, the final result was not so ideal.

Mary's past was as clean as a piece of paper. No matter how the King of Britain tried to investigate, he could not get any desired results.

In addition, Morgan's large-scale secret investigation also attracted Gawain's attention.

After repeating this several times, the knight, who had always completed his tasks sincerely, couldn't help but have some small thoughts.

"Mother, why do you keep staring at that girl named Meili?"

"Is there something about her that you really dislike?"

"..."

Faced with Gawain's question, Morgan had no way to respond with the most truthful answer.

She couldn't possibly tell him that this was a girl who saw through her intention to abandon Britain, right?

So in the end, Morgan's answer to Gawain was another question.

"Gawain."

"If... I mean if, if in the end you don't get the throne of Britain from me, will you hate me for it?"

Hearing this, Gao Wen was stunned at first, then smiled and shook his head.

"Do not."

"I will never hate you."

"For me, whether I can become king is not the key - what matters is whether Britain can continue to stand on earth in the most glorious way."

"If I were king, I would continue along the glorious path you and the old king left behind;"

"If I were a minister, I would charge forward with the utmost sincerity, clearing away the thorns for the future king."

"So no matter who takes over the crown that symbolizes the throne from you, it is completely acceptable to me."

"Please don't worry."

"..."

Morgan felt his vision gradually blur as he listened to Gawain's words.

So many phantoms came together to form a shape that she actually mistook Gawain for Ian in an instant.

But Morgan quickly dismissed the idea.

Because she knew that he was by her side at this moment.

"I see."

"Gawain, you are very loyal. You are worthy of being the Knight of the Round Table whom I trust the most."

After understanding Gawain's attitude, Morgan felt a little relieved.

[And this state also gradually caused her thoughts to become distorted.]

【As the foundation of all this, you naturally become the most important part of this shift in consciousness. 】

It's another moonlit night.

Morgan took a bottle of fine wine back to his room.

It is said that this wine is brewed with the purest water in Britain and has the effect of prolonging life.

But she knew it was fake.

Because even the holy lake where he was born had never had such an effect.

The so-called purest water is probably just a lie made up by wine merchants to raise prices.

But Morgan had no intention of pursuing such matters.

After all, although the origin is fake, the wine itself tastes really good.

"Ian—"

Morgan called out the knight's name and uncorked the wine.

A refreshing fragrance filled the king's room like a cloud of mist.

"I heard that you like to use Altria as your personal wine glass."

"Why... didn't you tell me?"

Morgan expressed his feelings, and then clumsily imitated what his sister had done.

"Knight, let me compete with her again."

"I shouldn't lose to her in this kind of thing."

Gulu gulu——

The fragrant wine, with the king's blessing, continued to flow into places where it should not flow.

This was an experience Morgan had never had before. After all, in front of Ian, she was always the proud princess.

It is simply impossible to actively try to please him like this.

But things are different now.

Morgan wanted to hold onto anything that connected him.

Even if it means some unspeakable behavior, she will not hesitate.

Morgan closed his eyes and said softly:

"Knight, have a taste."

"Let's see whether my wine tastes better or hers."

"I see."

Ian's voice appeared almost at the moment Morgan closed his eyes.

"Thank you, Princess, for your gift."

Although it was a gift, Morgan soon discovered that he was the one who was actually enjoying it.

He was so afraid of hurting himself that every movement he made was a perfect soothing move, with just the right amount of strength without losing the flirtation.

This idiot, does he cherish himself so much?

As Morgan thought this, his throat couldn't help but make the lightest sound.

This made her wonder.

All along, was it me who controlled him, or was it him who controlled me?

But none of this matters anymore.

Morgan closed his eyes and gently touched his hand, as if grasping some extremely important memory.

The effect of the wine gradually faded, and Morgan's mind returned to a question that had always been on his mind.

"knight--"

"If I were to leave Britain, would you approve?"

"My Lady Princess, I don't think you need to consult me about a question like this. After all, the moment you asked this question, you already had the answer in your heart, didn't you?"

“Like now, even though you know it’s beneath your dignity to drink wine like this, you still choose to drink it.”

"I think that for you, the so-called problem is actually just a lack of encouragement to start. If that is really the case, then please allow me to say 'I agree' to you."

"I see."

Morgan slowly opened her eyes, and what appeared before her was not the most loyal knight, but her slightly parted legs and an unfinished bottle of wine.

"Just lacking a word of encouragement?"