The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"According to what you said, it really shouldn't be described as 'acquired', but rather 'inherited'."

"maybe."

Lancelot didn't mind.

"Anyway, it has been with me for a long time and is my most capable weapon."

"In that case—"

Ian looked at Lancelot in front of him.

"Have you ever thought about finding a new reason to wield this blade inherited from the lake?"

"..."

Lancelot could naturally hear the hidden meaning in the other party's words.

"Ian, you can just say it."

"Well--"

Now that things have come to this, Ian no longer hides his purpose.

"Lancelot, fight for King Arthur."

"The Knights of the Round Table need this blade in your hand."

[You told Lancelot the reason for Camelot's expedition.]

[All the contradictions point to Vortigern - you don't want Altria's identity to be persecuted.]

[Of course, you didn't expect Lancelot to respond directly after giving such a reason.]

[After all, he is a knight of France, not Britain.]

[But it's just like fate always likes to play jokes on you. ]

【The development of things has once again exceeded your imagination. 】

"I understand."

Lancelot nodded after Ian finished speaking.

"I accept all of this."

"..."

Ian's silence made Lancelot a little unhappy.

"What's that look in your eyes? Are you doubting what I said?"

"...More or less." Ian did not deny the other party's statement.

"Well," Lancelot said without getting angry, "I will add another reason."

"France and Britain are lands separated by seas."

"I can fight the enemies coming across the sea at some point in the future, or I can gather our strength together like I am doing now and eliminate all problems at the source."

"But the latter is obviously much more cost-effective."

"So, you won't doubt me anymore, right?"

"Yes...indeed." Ian stretched out his hand, "I am willing to kill the enemy with you."

Lancelot smiled calmly and took the hand that was extended to him.

"mutual encouragement."

"But before that-"

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Of course." Ian replied with a smile.

"We are already allies."

"Yeah." Lancelot nodded.

"Then can you tell me what the relationship between you and King Arthur is like?"

"..."

Ian pondered for a moment, then responded to Lancelot's gaze:

"She is someone I deserve to protect with my life, that's all."

"That's it..."

Lancelot gave a knowing smile.

"If you want to fulfill your oath at the cost of your life, I can understand it."

"Understood?"

Ian was a little confused.

"Lancelot, do you know something strange?"

"It's not a strange thing."

Lancelot raised his sword and pointed it at a distance.

"I just think that King Arthur only sees you."

"Everything else seems to be downgraded to this king."

"Well... now that I understand that you two are friends of life and death, it's a lot easier to understand."

"..."

Ian felt mixed emotions when he heard this.

After a long while, he managed a smile.

"Yes...a friend of life and death."

This is the perfect word to describe the relationship between himself and Altria.

Every word tells a story.

[The elite troops of Camelot have resumed their campaign.]

【The addition of Lancelot will give you even more power. 】

[This knight from a foreign country does have extraordinary abilities. ]

[At the same time, the gathering of the three holy swords in the lake also adds a more attractive momentum to you. ]

[More and more knights came here to visit, and the name of the Round Table spread across Britain, reaching its peak.]

[You have been actively insulting Altria more and more often.]

[The girl has become accustomed to lying under you, and being visited by you in and out of the back garden at midnight. ]

[Occasionally, she will turn around and shyly ask you if her performance today was not good, which led to the low amount.]

[It was as if, for her, that place was really the place where life continued.]

【The gap between you may only have one last step left. 】

[Time flies by as the battle on the battlefield becomes unstoppable.]

[Finally, the day of direct confrontation with Vortigern has arrived.]

83. The battle with the white dragon begins amid the princess's anxiety (-word chapter)

【This is a war that determines the fate of Britain.】

[As long as Vortigern is defeated, Camelot's future will move towards a new beginning. ]

[But after going through so much hardship to get here, you don’t feel excited, but instead taste a hint of bitterness. ]

This is not quite what you expected.

[After much thought, you decided to write a letter to Morgan before the decisive battle with Vortigern.]

[But you don't know that this letter expressing your feelings will have an irreversible impact on her. ]

“Ian——!”

"I command you to return to me!"

With a scream, Morgan suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for breath.

In the empty room, there was only light coming in from the glass windows.

Everything was dyed pure white by the moonlight, as if falling into an ethereal sea of ​​stars.

The princess, sweating profusely, looked at the empty space beside her and subconsciously reached out her hand to grope on the round table beside the bed.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she touched two letters that she had opened dozens of times.

One letter was Ian's previous request for him to forgive Ah Guiwen.

And one is a new letter I just received today.

What is it——

I remembered.

Was it Ian who said that he finally had the chance to get that woman to defeat Vortigern?

Soon, I will ascend the throne that symbolizes power as he promised.

but--

Morgan looked at the letter written in a dignified handwriting in his hand under the moonlight, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Why are you so uneasy?

Everything was clearly going the way he wanted it to - that woman would soon be rolled off the throne.

But there was absolutely no feeling of happiness in my heart.

The proud princess put the letter back in her hand.

Her slender fingers slowly reached into the quilt and played a solo nocturne in the darkness.

She was mimicking his methods to provide pleasure for herself, but the result was a complete lack of physical interest.

Morgan paused—she was beginning to doubt her life.

Is it so difficult to please yourself?

It seems that it has never been discovered before.

That's it.

When he comes back, lock him in the room.

Use the most powerful magic to prevent him from leaving the house for the rest of his life and cut off his connection with everyone.

Then use your own body to turn him into complete waste.

Every day, there is no other thought in my mind except standing in front of me and providing pleasure.

In this way, there is no need to worry anymore.

As Morgan thought about this, he unsurprisingly suffered from insomnia.

She began to miss the feeling of having someone hugged her waist and whispering sweet words in her ears.

[You don't know how Morgan feels right now.]

[You just feel the wound on your back is aching.]

【Altria noticed this.】

[But you know this is not the time to tell her—because that would immediately cause her to call a halt to Camelot's advance once again.]

[That's not the result you want.]

"Mr. Ian, is this really okay?"