In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Her fair, snow-white body leaned against the bedside, her two nipples pressed together like peaches.

Even in this disheveled state, she still held the man's hand tightly, afraid that she wouldn't feel him wake up immediately.

Looking at Artoria like this, Ian felt his heart being turned upside down once again.

"Artoria," he whispered her name.

The girl slowly opened her eyes.

confused.

hesitate.

Shock.

confirm.

"Mr. Ian, you're awake!"

As the girl said those words, she practically threw herself onto the man.

"hiss……"

Ian gasped.

"Artoria, could you be a little gentler?"

"It hurts a little."

"what!"

Artoria quickly withdrew her hand.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian!"

"There's no need to be so polite."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.

The girl moved her body little by little, and finally looked up and kissed him.

Ian did not refuse the offer.

His fingers gently caressed the girl's rosy cheeks, while his lips responded in kind.

for a while.

Ian stopped breathing amidst the flushed face and panting of Artoria.

"Mr. Ian..."

Artoria wrapped her arms around the waist of the man in front of her.

"I thought I would never see you again."

"..."

Ian stroked the girl's back.

"Initially, we might not be able to see them."

"But Artoria—"

I heard your voice.

"My voice?" The girl was somewhat surprised.

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"You've been calling out to me, begging me not to leave, haven't you?"

"Ah."

Artoria nodded without hesitation, but also seemed somewhat surprised.

"Mr. Ian...did you actually hear that?"

"Yes," the man said, sounding quite moved.

"It's probably something that can be called a 'miracle'."

"is it?"

Artoria pressed her cheek against Ian's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Then I'm really lucky."

"..."

Lucky?

Ian felt that the word was completely irrelevant to Artoria.

Her fate was already sealed;

A life controlled by King Uther and Merlin;

The emotions stripped away when the sword was drawn;

And then there was the encounter with a jerk like myself.

If this can be called good luck, then probably no one in this world deserves the word "bad luck".

This shouldn't be the life she has.

"Mr. Ian? Mr. Ian?!"

Artoria waved her hand in front of the man several times before she managed to get his attention back.

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing," Ian smiled slightly.

"I just woke up and I'm still a little groggy."

"I see."

Artoria nodded thoughtfully.

But she soon remembered something that made her angry.

"Speaking of which, who exactly was that assassin?"

"How dare they do such a thing!"

"I will never forgive him!"

Despite her petite stature and relatively soft voice, Artoria exuded a remarkably strong aura at that moment.

If the king's blade is used for revenge, its sharpness will remain as undiminished as ever.

But Ian fell silent at this moment.

After a moment of silence, he spoke:

"Artoria."

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?"

"I want to ask you something."

"what's up?"

“Hmm—” Ian took the girl’s hands and looked at her with the most sincere eyes.

"If possible, could we just let this matter drop?"

Ian is certainly not a magnanimous person.

If he were stabbed like this under normal circumstances, he would never pretend that nothing had happened.

But the key at this moment lies with the person who stabbed him.

Ian knew it was Agraven—only he knew how to use a dagger in a way that combined the assassin's and knight's styles.

This is just the beginning of a logical process.

The person using the dagger was indeed Agravivan.

However, it would be a big mistake to blame all the problems on him.

"It doesn't matter what path we take, as long as Britain can continue."

This is what Ian learned about Agravivan's wishes during his conversation.

This silent knight actually thought far more than the average person.

So--

He certainly wouldn't assassinate King Arthur, who was invincible and poised to restore Camelot's former glory, simply because of his own desires.

There is only one person who has the power to make all of this happen.

That was his mother, Morgan.

and so--

We absolutely cannot let Artoria pursue this further.

Otherwise, Morgan would definitely be the one implicated in the end.

He wouldn't allow that to happen.

"..."

Altria was silent.

Looking at him, she felt a strange unease.

"Mr. Ian, can you tell me why you did this?"

"Because I don't want the knights to waste their time on this."

Ian looked at Artoria.