The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Ian, do you remember those wheat fields that were cleared for Camelot?"

"Of course." The knight answered without hesitation.

"Those are the seeds you painstakingly crafted, Princess. Each one will produce a full ear of wheat, right?"

"I'm glad you still remember." Morgan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That--"

"You must know what else is going on here, right?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a long time before answering the question.

"Princess."

"These are the seeds you crafted, the hope you left behind for the future of Camelot."

"If you have to look for some answers in it, I think it would be meaningless."

"How can it be meaningless?" Morgan was a little anxious.

“Finding it out is the meaning!”

"But meaning is never given actively, but is the result of action." Ian's voice was still so gentle and considerate.

“Only when you realize that does the real meaning emerge.”

The words stopped abruptly.

Morgan slowly opened his eyes and found that the loyal knight had disappeared.

Beside him was only Mary, who still had an expressionless face.

only--

Morgan found that he looked at the wheat fields completely differently.

They were originally ordinary, but now they seem to be telling a story.

In a trance, the King of Britain seemed to see a knight who had taken off his armor and was working hard for his dream of becoming king.

Although the work was tiring, he had a happy smile on his face.

The warm British wind blew across Morgan's cheek and gently blew the wheat fields in one direction.

I saw——

Morgan's lips trembled slightly, and two lines of tears slowly fell. She softly recounted everything she had seen.

"He hid what he wanted to say to me in the wheat field, didn't he?"

"In this case—"

"Every time you pass by here, it's like expressing your feelings to me."

"It seems that you are not completely unaware of anything." Mary's voice sounded again.

"But why didn't you say it before?"

"Because it's covered up inside, I can't see it."

Morgan answered in this way, but was quickly refuted by Mary.

"you are lying."

"Now is the best time for wheat to grow."

"If you can see it at this time, why can't you see it at other times?"

"..."

Morgan was speechless for a moment.

Everything Mellie said was true.

Even if she wanted to defend herself, she couldn't.

But looking at Morgan like this, Mary did not continue to pursue him.

She just said it to herself.

"Humans are such dishonest creatures."

"It was like this before, and it will remain like this in the future."

"You deserve to be punished for this."

【This is the beginning of silence.】

Morgan didn't say another word to Mary before walking out of the wheat field.

[It's not that she hates Mary, but because her words and actions are too frank.]

It is an act of revealing the truth nakedly.

[Just looking straight ahead requires all my strength.]

Although Morgan was not afraid of this feeling, he also had the urge to escape.

The journey had just begun when it turned into a silence like a funeral.

Although Morgan felt that this was not a good idea, he did not say much.

On the way, she closed her eyes from time to time and listened to his love and care.

This would make the King of Britain feel that nothing was much different from before.

but--

Meili didn't seem to think so.

After completely leaving the wheat field, the girl who claimed to be a flower magician quickly took the initiative to find topics again.

"Morgan Le Fay."

"If my feeling is correct, you have been investigating my background while in Camelot, right?"

"So what?"

Morgan responded rudely.

She had long expected that the other party would have anticipated such a situation - perhaps that blank past was deliberately arranged by Mary herself.

“I didn’t find out anything at all.”

"you--"

"Are you blaming me for this?"

"I don't have that interest." Mary replied expressionlessly.

"In the final analysis, whether you choose to trust me or doubt me, it makes no difference to me."

"What I care about is the problem itself. As long as I can achieve this, other things don't really matter."

"but--"

Mary turned her head and looked at Morgan beside her.

Those beautiful purple eyes stared directly at the King of Britain.

"If you insist on knowing, I can tell you frankly."

"..."

Morgan became alert.

"I do want to know about your past—but if you choose to confess it yourself like this, it will only make me feel uneasy."

"Then listen to it as a story."

Mary said so.

"That way, even if there are some lies, you won't lose anything."

"..."

She neither denied nor confirmed what Morgan said, and the reason she told all this seemed to be just that she wanted to do so.

Morgan found that he was really not very good at dealing with this kind of freak.

but--

She actually cared a lot about the other party's so-called "story".

"I understand."

"In that case, please tell us about your past."

Meili nodded, and then began to speak:

"If my hunch is correct—"

"When you learned my name, your first reaction should be to think of Merlin, right?"

"Yeah." Morgan nodded, "That's true."

"after all--"

"You two do have many similarities, so I think there's nothing wrong with making this reasonable assumption."

"Indeed it is."

Mellie paused.

"So--"

"Just be honest. If you really want to connect me with him, you can think of me as his sister."

"younger sister?"

Morgan looked Mary up and down, and didn't think there was anything wrong with this explanation.

"Since you are my sister, I think you know where your brother went, right?"

"No." Mary shook her head.

"Although they can be described as a brother-sister relationship, if I were to make a truly accurate assessment of their relationship, perhaps the term 'passerby' would be more appropriate."

"in other words--"

"I don't care whether he's dead or alive."

"Please don't impose what he did on me in any way. This is extremely unreasonable."

"..."

Morgan was becoming more and more confused.

She clearly admitted that she was Merlin's sister, but insisted that she had nothing to do with Merlin and did not want to be the culprit.

Does this mean you hate Merlin?

It doesn't look like it.

After all, there was no expression on Mary's face when she said these words.

Even if Morgan wanted to speculate further, he couldn't find any basis for his speculation.

Just as the King of Britain was thinking about something, a white figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Fufufu——!"

Following the sound of a small animal.

A ball of something like a cotton ball fell in front of Merlin and Morgan with a plop!

514. Morgan Arrives at His Sister's Village/Fou Fou Falls from the Sky/Merry's Smile (4k)

Snap it.

A soft, cotton-like object fell from the sky.

It first hit the ground and rolled into a puddle, then bounced up like a ball.