The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Morgan seemed to have seen the reality clearly, and seemed to be betting on his last hope. After a moment's hesitation, he answered:

"Are you sure it will be useful to go there?"

"I don't know." Mary stood up from the chair she was sitting on, picked up the staff leaning against the wall, and held it in her hand.

"But at least something can be done."

"This may be a very important choice for you."

"And more practically, you don't have any other choice, do you?"

"..."

Morgan wiped the tears from his face and returned to the way he was when he left Camelot.

She smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Yeah. I'm at my wit's end."

"Let me see how far you can go with 'doing something'."

【Destiny seems to be a huge reincarnation.】

After a long journey, Morgan found himself returning to the forest where you had served him with your body until he had forgotten all the sorrows of the past.

[There are spirits there who support two holy swords.]

After Altria took them away, this place became a completely closed place.

[Aside from the holders of the two holy swords and Morgan, who was born here, no one else can reach this place.]

【now--】

Morgan will bring Mary here for you.

The road before entering the forest.

Morgan and Mellie were walking slowly.

But what is different from usual is——

This time, Morgan was the leader, and Mary was the one following behind.

After all, only the princess born here knows how to find the path to the holy lake in the wilderness without any clues.

This is something no one else can do.

"Tell me." Morgan, who was walking in front, turned around and looked at Meili behind him. "Why do you know this place?"

"That's probably because of Excalibur Gallatin," Mary answered expressionlessly.

"Because of it?"

"Yeah." Meili nodded. "I can't explain the specific reasons to you clearly."

"but--"

"I can assure you that this is absolutely not a lie."

"..."

Knowing that there was no point in asking further, Morgan simply gave up and asked about other things instead.

"So--"

"At least tell me what you are going to do later?"

"When the time comes, you'll understand." Mary's attitude remained calm, as if she felt that none of this mattered.

"I cannot make any judgment on something that has not yet appeared - that is against common sense."

"After all, fate and the future are not unchangeable. You should understand this better than me."

"You are such a difficult person."

Morgan responded with some displeasure, and then slightly quickened his pace.

"Hurry up, then."

"Even if it's a lie, I hope to see it shattered sooner rather than later."

Morgan and Mary finally entered the forest where the holy lake was located.

[The substance that the elves have been cultivating for a long time is floating in the wind.]

This is an unprecedented second coming.

Morgan realized that he hadn't been here for a long time since you left, seemingly because he didn't want to touch upon the sad past.

“It’s such a magical forest.”

Mary held her staff and sighed expressionlessly.

That look can be said to be extremely contradictory.

"Only a place like this can allow a blade like that to rest."

"There's no need for flattery," Morgan interrupted Mary very sensibly. "Action is what matters most, isn't it?"

"But I really want to praise this forest from the bottom of my heart."

Mary looked at Morgan beside her.

"That's all."

"Since you don't like it, I won't be a bad person. Please continue to lead the way."

"..."

Although Morgan didn't like Mary's personality, he didn't say much, but silently acted as a guide.

Soon, a small wooden house appeared in front of the two, a symbol that they were about to reach the lake.

but--

At this moment, Mary was more concerned about the cabin than going to the lake.

She sighed once more in an emotionless voice:

“It’s amazing—”

"In a forest like this, there are such ordinary wooden houses and such inconspicuous apple trees."

"Am I hallucinating?"

"..."

Morgan looked at the cabin that Mary admired and the apple tree planted next to it, and his thoughts drifted back to a long time ago.

After a long while, her lips slightly opened and closed:

"Because this is where my sister lives."

"Ok?"

The moment she heard Morgan's words, Mary frowned, which was rare.

"Did you banish her here?"

"How could I do that?" Morgan denied Mary's statement without hesitation.

"She doesn't intend to compete with me for anything anymore."

"If I keep arguing about it—"

"Doesn't that make me seem selfish and narrow-minded?"

"And..." Morgan walked forward a few steps and came to the wooden house. She touched the slightly rotten door and her eyes became a little nostalgic.

"This is where she and my daughter live together. How could I possibly have the heart to destroy it..."

"I see." Mary nodded.

"She's the second mother that Mordred kept mentioning when he was learning swordsmanship from me, right?"

"Yeah." Morgan nodded.

"I actually don't like her calling Altria that - but if she thinks it's appropriate, then let her do it."

"You really dote on her."

While commenting on Morgan's behavior, Mary walked forward a few steps and finally touched the apple tree.

"What about it?"

"Is it something Mordred asked to be planted?"

"No." Morgan turned his head away and smiled faintly.

"My daughter doesn't like eating apples - she only likes to grind up the cores and make strange amulets."

"Then how did it appear?"

Meili supported herself on the tree with one hand and held her staff with the other as she continued to question.

"It's impossible that we arrived here out of thin air, right?"

"..."

Morgan remained silent, seemingly wondering whether he should tell the truth.

Finally, she made up her mind and answered Mary's question:

“This is where she first spent a night on the grass with Ian because of me.”

"Things at the time were related to apples, so in the end there was an apple tree."

"Is it such a simple reason?" Mary touched the bark of the apple tree. "Then she must hate this place, right?"

"Do not……"

Morgan's gaze also moved to the apple tree.

"She actually told me that."

"She...didn't feel any resentment. Instead, she thought her performance on the date that night was really bad."

"If she had to do it again, she would work harder."

"At least Ian was willing to say something, rather than being forced to confess his beautiful things."

"..."

Mary seemed shocked by the truth once again.

"So, it seems that Altria is your extremely powerful rival in love?"

"That's not right." Morgan shook his head again.

"In fact, she never wanted to be my love rival from the beginning to the end."

"She had planned to confess it all to me one day—that the King of Britain had fallen in love with his brother-in-law and had become his servant at his beck and call."

"She even wanted to ask me if it was possible for us to share a husband. She was willing to accept the status of an underground lover and would not intrude on Ian and my time."

"You might not believe it."

"Altria once secretly changed the place where she and Ian met to have the same decoration as my room. Her goal was to make him want to go on a date instead of repeating the regrets of our first date."

"But that last point doesn't seem to have come to pass."

Mary answered before Morgan could.

"Although you were both having fun, in the end, it was still you who had children with him, not her who actively catered to him and became his servant."

"Morgan le Fay, you have truly won."

"You are still his favorite."

"..."

Morgan was not happy at all despite Mary's praise.

"If this counts as a win—"

"I'd rather lose completely."

"If you really thought so, you would have taken action long ago." Mary was as ruthless as ever.