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

"We have a more powerful enemy to deal with, don't we?"

It can't be considered a lie.

However, as an explanation, it is rather weak and unconvincing.

The girl looked at the man in front of her and parted her lips slightly once more.

"Mr. Ian, may I ask you another question?"

"of course can."

"So--"

The girl recalled that moment—a scene passively remembered by her body, not a record of her subjective will.

The dagger wasn't actually aimed at Ian, but at himself.

The dragon girl's body exuded a palpable resentment.

only--

Even if that dagger pierced him, it would probably be difficult to cause any harm.

After all, on the surface, he only took Excalibur and Excalibur Galatine from the Lady of the Lake.

But what it actually possesses is also the scabbard of a holy sword called Avalon.

Its inherent power is sufficient to withstand that level of resentment.

This was an assassination attempt destined to fail.

The premise is that the assassination target is named after King Arthur.

So--

Ask about what you care about more.

"Mr. Ian, why did you take that knife for me back then?"

The girl looked at the man in front of her and asked him this question.

"..."

Ian paused for a moment before answering again.

"Because you are important."

"so--"

"I felt I had to take that blow for you."

"I would give my life for this."

Ian is still lying.

Artoria is indeed very important.

But this importance is not just about his personal importance.

Everything they wanted to achieve was inseparable from her, the Queen.

but--

Is that really what I think in my heart?

Or is it a lie fabricated to answer this question?

Ian found himself unable to tell the difference.

All of this was enough to give Artoria the illusion that it was real.

It turns out I'm very important to him.

But what did his identity as a king bring him?

It was a loss that was almost like being separated from loved ones forever.

That being the case.

At the end of the war, some choices had to be made.

The young girl nestled in her beloved's arms, having made up her mind about this.

80. The spread of painful shocks should be stopped with a reward (4,000-word chapter)

At your request, Queen Artoria ultimately abandoned the idea of ​​thoroughly investigating this incident.

But you know this didn't eliminate Artoria's concerns.

She still has many concerns about this matter.

There's not much you can do to change it; you can only try to minimize its subsequent impact.

You sent a secret letter to Morgan to Camelot by fast horse.

Under the moonlight.

A dark figure was running, panting heavily.

The shadowy figure was none other than Agravivan.

He had been on the run like this for quite some time.

He dared not stop, nor did he dare to confirm the direction.

He could not escape the fact etched in his heart—he had plunged the dagger into his own respected father.

How should I face my mother next?

Agravan found his mind blank, unable to come up with an answer to the question.

This was the most chaotic moment of his life.

If he could, he would even prefer to die on the road.

But fate always likes to mock people.

Although Agravan paid no attention to the direction he was running, the road beneath his feet inexplicably led him back to Camelot.

In the wheat field, gazing at the thick city wall under the moonlight, he knew that he could never escape anything.

The silent knight walked into the familiar yet unfamiliar city under the moonlight.

During the day, he saw his mother again and, with the resolve to die, told her everything.

"what?!"

Morgan, who was always elegant and calm, lost her composure as a princess in an instant after hearing that Agravan had stabbed his father with a dagger.

There was a snap.

A red mark appeared on Agguiwen's face.

“You unfilial son!” Morgan roared. “That’s your father! Do you want to kill him?!”

“Mother…that’s not how it is.”

"I absolutely did not have that thought, it's just..."

"Then why do it?!"

Morgan's eyes turned red with anxiety, and his voice even began to tremble slightly.

"you--"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Princess."

"There is a letter for you, written by Lord Ian from the front lines."

"..."

Upon hearing Ian's name, Morgan temporarily suppressed his anger.

She received the letter.

open.

read.

The text above contained only a few short sentences.

“Your Highness, I am in good condition now. Please do not blame Agruven too much. His efforts are evident to all.”

"In addition, everything is progressing smoothly, so please don't worry."

"The throne of Camelot will ultimately belong to you, my noble self."

"—Written by your most loyal knight, Ian, at the front."

Morgan was unable to calm down for a long time after reading the letter.

Even though every word on it expressed Ian's loyalty to her, she still felt that something was missing.

What exactly is that?

Morgan repeatedly checked the letter in his hand, but still couldn't get an answer that could clearly explain his feelings.

“Mother,” A-Yingwen said cautiously from behind her.

"Although it may be too late, I am willing to take full responsibility for the consequences of my actions."

"..."

Morgan paused for a moment, then replied in a cold voice.

"no need."

"Your father has forgiven you."

"Agraven, you may leave. I want to be alone."

"……Understood."

Agguiwen kept turning back every three steps, as if afraid he might have misheard something.