The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

【The misunderstanding has been temporarily resolved.】

Morgan and Gray were able to continue walking deeper into Brakmoya Village.

[Although everything around her has become unfamiliar due to the long years that the British princess has spent alone.]

[But Morgan, exhausted both physically and mentally, felt a long-lost sense of familiarity here.]

【If I must say it——】

【This familiarity comes from both you and Altria.】

I've definitely been to this place before.

Morgan looked at the increasingly unfamiliar environment around him, with uncontrollable thoughts in his mind.

Gray, who was standing by, seemed to be surprisingly sensitive. She quickly noticed Morgan's abnormal state and spoke directly:

"that--"

"Ms. Vivian, is there anything in our village that makes you feel uncomfortable?"

"Or... did something else offend you?"

"..."

Morgan shook his head and then answered.

“None of that.”

"I just simply feel that this place looks a little familiar."

"You're talking in detail, as if I've heard it somewhere before—but this is clearly my first time here."

"So this is ah."

Gray nodded thoughtfully.

"Then I might understand...why you feel that way."

Gray's words made Morgan concerned.

"What do you mean by this? Can you be more specific?"

"that is……"

Gray paused, then gently drew a horizontal line on the ground with her shoe.

"This... is actually the location of King Arthur's tomb."

"this?"

Morgan now understood why he felt that the place in front of him was familiar.

If this is where Altria's grave is, then everything would make sense.

but--

The meticulous Morgan soon realized a new problem.

Which tomb is this referring to?

"so--"

Morgan re-examined the environment in the village of Brakmoya.

This place looks no different from any other small village.

Wooden houses where villagers usually live are scattered on both sides of several village roads. Small torches are burning in front of the doors, providing light that can barely make out the surroundings.

Not far away there is a rather luxurious church, which is out of tune with the other buildings in the village, as if everything here is to highlight its value.

"Is this actually King Arthur's tomb?"

"No." Gray shook her head.

"We didn't find such a place...

"But... Mother and the others said... this place could also be King Arthur's tomb."

"I don't know the specific situation."

"..."

Morgan didn't respond directly to Grey's words, but she felt that she was being very honest and telling him everything she knew.

but--

If you really want to think about the cause and effect, this might be the village where his sister Altria once lived.

Taking this into consideration, it seems reasonable to say that her grave is in this place.

"Really?" Morgan nodded.

"In that case, it's possible that I heard a related legend somewhere, and then subconsciously regarded this place as the place of the story."

"Hmm... this explanation does make sense."

Seeing that Morgan understood what she meant, Grey continued to lead the way.

"After all, all British people are familiar with the legend of King Arthur."

"..."

Hearing this, Morgan suddenly had some ideas.

"really."

"King Arthur is a king worthy of respect."

"But after her, wasn't there another king in Britain? What do you think of her?"

"Are you...asking about Morgan le Fay?" Gray asked very carefully.

"Yes, it's her, the successor of King Arthur." Morgan suppressed his little thoughts and introduced everything as calmly as possible.

"Well... let me think about it."

Gray responded while holding her chin.

Holding the lamp, she seemed to really start to recall the past seriously.

After a long time, the girl spoke again:

"Actually... my understanding of Morgan le Fay...is not that deep."

"After all, everyone cares more about... King Arthur, who won so many battles for Britain."

"But if we really want to evaluate her... she must have been a very good king... otherwise, the Knights of the Round Table would have been unlikely to launch another expedition during her reign."

"only……"

Gray had a worried look on her face, as if she had just received some very bad news.

"At the end of the story... where did she go? It feels like she met with some misfortune."

"..."

As the protagonist of the story, Morgan finds it difficult to make a relatively appropriate response to this evaluation.

Although she no longer has any radical conflicts with Artoria, as her elder sister, she still hopes that she can surpass her in certain things.

But Gray's answer seemed so gentle.

He was neither overly partial to Altria nor flattering himself, it was more like he simply thought that both of them were very powerful.

But if possible—

In fact, what Morgan wanted to hear more was her words praising him.

of course.

That's not too bad.

Morgan knew how great his sister's achievements were. Being able to receive the same evaluation as her from others was already a very good result.

But then——

Morgan couldn't help but have a second question in his mind.

"That……"

"And what do you think of Mordred? She is the third king of Britain."

What Morgan didn't expect was that when Mordred was mentioned, Gray's expression instantly became a little embarrassed.

She seemed to want to say something pretty awful, but didn't think it would be nice to say it in front of Morgan.

Morgan naturally noticed this and immediately relieved the pressure:

"It doesn't matter--"

"Whatever it is, I won't tell anyone else."

"Then..." Gray's throat moved slightly.

"I'll tell the truth."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded. "What I want is the truth."

"I think... Mordred, as a king... actually behaved a bit poorly."

Gray said this while tightening her grip on the lamp in her hand.

"if you can--"

"Perhaps allowing the knight named Gawain... to inherit Britain according to his established status... would be a better approach."

"I think this is a very wrong decision made by Morgan Le Fay."

"..."

Morgan couldn't refute Gray's words.

After all, for her, the decision to leave the position of King of Britain to Mordred was indeed a selfish choice.

The reason why she did this was easy to understand - she simply wanted her and Ian's daughter to continue sitting on the throne as a testimony of their love.

"Well, you're right."

"..."

Feeling that Morgan's tone seemed to have become a little strange, Gray turned around and was about to say something.

But right now.

A man with white hair walked over from not far away.

That was Fernando Crozier, the head priest of the village church.

As soon as he saw Gray, he spoke in a slightly accusing tone, "Why are you so late? Didn't you agree to bring our distinguished guest Vivian back within ten minutes?"

"I'm sorry." Gray apologized.

"We were slightly delayed on the way."

"I'm really sorry."

Just as Fernando Crozier was about to attack again, Morgan reached out and stopped him.

"okay."

"That's because I asked her something."

"Eh……"

Hearing this, Gray looked at Morgan.

She felt that the other party seemed to be protecting her.

Fernando Croz was of course aware of this, so she quickly spoke:

"ok, I get it."

"In that case—"

"Please come this way. We need your guidance on the Atlas Academy's weaponry theory and reaction."

"Gray, go back to where you belong."