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

"Yes, Your Highness."

Ian lowered his head and gently kissed Morgan on the lips.

"You are the closest to the throne, and you will eventually sit on it."

“Then let me experience this pleasure in advance.” Morgan leaned back and looked at the knight behind him.

"I hope you will be as strong as ever before sunrise."

"That is to be expected, Your Highness."

You don't want to spoil Morgan's good mood.

So you didn't relay Artoria's words.

[The princess's nocturne drifted in from the window, clear yet full of desire.]

You and Morgan had a pleasant evening.

The next day arrived as promised, amidst chaos and unease.

Gao Wen's feelings were somewhat complicated.

As the eldest son, he had already learned from his mother about the blessings he had received.

That's an enhancement of physical abilities related to the number "3".

During the three hours from 9 a.m. to noon, and the three hours from 3 p.m. to sunset, your physical abilities will be greatly enhanced.

So--

This is the best time to respond to the expectations of your father and mother.

But in reality, Gawain discovered that he couldn't do it at all.

He did become stronger during this period, but this strength did not translate into the power he could use to draw his sword.

Gawain discovered that whenever he touched the sword blade stuck in the rock, a mysterious voice would echo in his mind.

"Gawain, you are indeed very powerful."

"But that's not a reason for you to draw this sword."

It was a voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Gawain—he felt like he had heard it somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.

However, even so, I cannot give up.

That goes against the spirit that a knight should uphold.

Forward.

Reach out.

Try to draw the sword again.

Gawain heard that familiar voice once again.

He selectively ignored all of this—not disappointing his father and mother was what he should be doing now.

"Drink——!"

Gao Wen used all his strength.

But the sword blade stuck in the rock remained motionless.

As expected, it failed again.

Let's come again this afternoon!

Gao Wen loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

Despite repeated failures, he never gave up.

but--

Gawain, who had come down from the stone platform, looked at the sword blade stuck in the rock.

Many days have passed since the magician Merlin announced the proof of the Red Dragon.

Many knights tried to pull out the blade, but all ended up failing in much the same way.

if--

But if——

If someone could actually pull this sword out of the rock, what kind of person would it be?

Will he be as charismatic as his father?

She still has the same perfect temperament as her mother?

Gawain didn’t know which one was right—but he found himself with a sliver of hope.

Gao Wen was somewhat distracted.

You came to his side.

He noticed you were there.

You have left the place where the sword in the stone stands.

"Father," Gawain said somewhat flusteredly, "why are you here?"

"I……"

Realizing that Gawain had once again failed to draw his sword and was ashamed of it, Ian reached out and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"it does not matter."

"Although you didn't succeed, it was still a good attempt."

“I’m proud of your hard work, Gawain.”

"Father..."

Gao Wen was very grateful—his father, though usually extremely strict, showed a tender side even in times like this.

However, this did not allow him to forget the doubts that had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

"Father, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, my boy."

"that is--"

Gawain looked at the sword blade stuck in the rock in front of him.

"Didn't you say last time that the Crimson Dragon would become a great enemy of you and your mother in the future?"

"If that's the case, why do you and your mother still support this kind of thing?"

He truly deserves to be called the most outstanding eldest son among all his brothers and sisters.

Gao Wen noticed the contradiction in his statements.

However, Ian was not afraid of these questions—he had already thought everything through.

"Gawain, you're right."

“The Red Dragon may indeed become our future enemy, but before that, what we need to consider is the safety of all of Britain right now.”

"What about our current safety?"

“Yes,” Ian nodded. “Compared to the difficulties of the future, the present is something that absolutely cannot be ignored.”

"The white dragon is still ravaging the land of Britain, and we need someone who can solve these problems."

Your words seem to have had a significant impact on Gawain.

He fell into deep thought.

You didn't say much about it.

Because you know Gawain will interpret all of this in his own way.

[Furthermore, your purpose in coming here is not to lecture him as a father.]

Ian secretly observed the sword blade embedded in the rock.

He could not forget Morgana's sleeping face, which seemed much more at ease knowing that no one could pull out the sword.

He didn't want to spoil her good mood, so he ultimately chose to come here alone.

Ian didn't believe Artoris could pull out the blade, but he was also worried about the slim possibility.

if--

She really drew the sword. What will become of her and Morgan's future?

Ian couldn't have predicted it at all.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually.

Artorias appeared in the distance.

Unlike the girlish demeanor she displayed in front of you, she appeared much more resolute at this moment.

Although she still retains a delicate and refined air, she is enough to give a striking first impression of heroism.

However, the moment she saw you, she still displayed the youthful energy unique to young girls.

She smiled at you.

And you responded with a hypocritical platitude.

But what you don't know is—this meeting will change the future of all of you.

The painful, thorny fruit has now sprouted tiny buds.

Ian has arrived.

Artorius felt his heart pounding wildly.

Actually, after saying those things yesterday, she couldn't feel at ease at all.

It would be good if Ian could come and witness his attempt.

But what if he doesn't come?