The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Now it's officially goodbye."

"Goodbye, Princess."

"No!"

Morgan's hysterical roar did not change anything. The knight who was giving her a warm hug gradually dissipated in front of her.

The British king suddenly stood up and tried to catch up.

But when I took the first step, I found myself in a strange place without knowing when.

"Eh? There's someone here?"

Hearing a sound he had never heard before, Morgan immediately looked in the direction it came from with caution.

But what caught her eyes was a figure she had never seen before.

She was a girl with purple hair and purple eyes.

"..."

Morgan confirmed that he did not know such a person, nor had he seen a similar existence in Camelot.

Almost subconsciously, she questioned the other party directly:

"Who are you?! Why are you here?!"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you these two questions?" The girl responded to Morgan bluntly.

"For no apparent reason, he showed up in this abandoned cave in the village for who knows how long, and then he rested here alone."

"Compared to that, no matter how you think about it, I'm more qualified to ask questions, right?"

"But let me make this clear first. Although you may not know this, no one in this village, including me, did anything!"

"..."

After the girl said this, Morgan finally noticed the environment he was in.

This is a cave covered with spider webs. Just by looking at it, you can tell that no one has been here for a long time.

But Morgan still vaguely felt that this place was somewhat familiar.

It seems that there is some kind of indescribable relationship with the former holy lake.

But one thing is certain - this is definitely an unfamiliar environment.

Morgan suppressed his emotions.

"I'm sorry." She apologized in a friendly manner.

"That's really my problem."

"but--"

"What the hell is this place?"

"It seems you really were confused after sleeping." The purple-haired girl curled her lips. "This is Tifuzhi, the famous alchemy site. How could you come in here without even knowing something like this?"

"This is where the legendary holy lake was formed after it dried up!"

"besides--"

"My name is François Plehrati."

"Okay, I've said what I need to say. Now it's your turn to introduce yourself."

The girl spoke in a somewhat anxious but friendly manner.

Morgan also planned to introduce himself to her.

Just at this moment, she suddenly recalled the last scene she saw before she fainted.

Meili walked towards her and said a name.

"My name is Vivian."

By the time she reacted, she had already said these words subconsciously.

"Vivian?" Plerati's eyes brightened. "Isn't this the same name as the legendary Lady of the Lake?"

"..."

"Now that you put it that way, it's true."

Morgan responded with a smile.

"But this is probably just a coincidence."

"There are countless people named Vivian in the world. They can't all be the Lady of the Lake, right?"

"Now that you mention it, it's true." Plerati scratched his face and didn't seem to doubt Morgan's words.

"But I still don't know why you came here."

"Can you tell me?"

"..."

Feeling that not speaking out might arouse suspicion, Morgan took advantage of what Plerati had just said.

"Tifuzhi, a famous place for alchemy."

"That's why I came here."

"Oh--"

Upon hearing this, Plerati became even more excited. She looked like she had found someone who shared the same interests as her, but she also seemed a little reserved.

She looked around, and after confirming that she was alone with the other person, she whispered:

"I said--"

"Are you also here to learn how to use alchemy?"

"..."

This is a rather strange question.

As the King of Britain, Morgan had certainly heard of the existence of alchemy.

[However, for her, who was skilled in Age of Gods magic, this kind of questioning was just a fancy trick, and often just a way to fool people.]

[So she doesn't really like the so-called alchemy.]

【But the wise king realized a new problem at this point.】

[Since Plerati is explaining alchemy, it means that the times may have changed in some way.]

A feeling of uneasiness welled up in Morgan's heart.

【She can feel that she is gradually moving away from the time when she met you. 】

"So what time is it now?" Morgan asked cautiously, fearing that the abnormality in his heart would be discovered by Plerati opposite him.

However, the other party did not have any suspicions and answered the question very honestly.

"Morning."

"That's not what I meant." Morgan added, knowing that Plerati had misunderstood him.

"I mean—the King of Britain, how is he doing?"

"What are you talking about? Of course the King of Britain is doing well."

Morgan felt relieved after hearing this, but Plerati's next words made her nervous again.

"Edward III appeared before us not long ago."

Morgan was stunned when he heard this.

"What about Mordred?!"

"Ah? Isn't this someone from a long time ago? He died a long time ago."

"..."

Morgan felt like the world was spinning.

how so……

My and Ian's daughter is actually dead?

And judging from the tone, it was probably something that happened a long time ago.

Mellie…where had she gotten herself into?

"what happened to you?"

Noticing that something was wrong with Morgan's expression, Plerati quickly realized something.

"Don't you like the current King of England?"

"Although I don't object to you having such thoughts, please don't tell anyone."

"Now is the time to prepare for war with France. If you say that, be careful not to be framed by those with ulterior motives and treated as a traitor."

"Wait a moment!"

After finally hearing a relatively familiar word, Morgan quickly reached out to stop Plerati.

"Who did you just say you were going to war with?"

"France." Plerati looked at Morgan in confusion, "The group of people across the strait."

"It's obvious that the throne and everything has already been agreed upon to be handed over to our king, right?"

"It's really come to this. And yet they've broken their promise again. The French don't keep their word!"

"..."

Morgan felt his head buzzing at Pulelati's words.

"Why would France fight us?"

"Aren't we allies?"

Although they had almost no contact, Morgan still remembered that Lancelot on the other side of the strait had joined his sister's army during the campaign against Vortigern and temporarily became a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

Although he eventually left Britain with Guinevere, he did establish friendly relations between France and Britain.

But how could it happen now...

Before Morgan could figure out what was going on, Plerati became confused.

"What era are you from, anyway? How long ago was that?"

"There are still many things to come."

"If you only remember the past, it would be a bit too pitiful."

"But never mind—"

Pulelati supported his hips with his hands, looking quite happy.

"Anyway, we've found the dragon."

"As long as we find a way to make good use of them, we will be invincible in the next war."

"Wait a moment."

Morgan had some bad thoughts in his head.

The weapons that she, as a mother, had prepared for her daughter Mordred once again came to her mind.

"The dragon you're talking about, isn't it one of those legendary creatures with wings?"

"Huh? So you knew that?"

Plerati said with a grin.

"It seems you are here to find a way to tame dragons as well."

"Ah~ If I had it, I could just use it to exchange for alchemical materials with the King of England."

"But it's a knowledge that can bring people back to life."