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

"no problem."

At Artoria's request, Ian closed his eyes.

Then he felt something pressing against his back—it was Artoria pushing him.

The sound of the door opening rang in my ears.

Ian felt himself enter the room.

pat.

The door is closed.

A girl's joyful call came through the phone.

"Mr. Ian, you can open your eyes now!"

With a hint of doubt, Ian slowly opened his eyes, then paused for a moment.

Before him lay a layout very similar to Morgan's room.

If one had to look for differences, they would probably only find that the rooms face different directions and that the atmosphere is somewhat solitary because there are no traces of Ian actually living there.

But that's surprising enough.

"Artoria, what's wrong with you...?"

"Um! Please let me explain!"

The girl waved her hand frantically.

“I didn’t intentionally imitate that room; I just felt that the decor suited me.”

"But--"

Ian looked at the decorations in the room.

"It looks so alike!"

"Um……"

Artoria lowered her head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“I think you would like it more if it were like this, Mr. Ian—that way you can stay a little longer.”

"..."

Hearing this, Ian felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart.

This purest, most innocent girlish emotion is something Artoria should have possessed.

"is it?"

Ian smiled and patted Artoria's head.

"Then I can only say that the effect is not very good... at least I feel a bit strange right now."

"Eh?!"

Upon hearing this, Artoria immediately tensed up.

"Then I'll tidy up a bit more now!"

“No need.” Ian stopped Artoria. “It’s not entirely unacceptable.”

"But Artoria, you didn't call me here just to show me this, did you?"

"..."

Altria lowered her head.

"Mr. Ian, you don't seem to really want to be with me..."

It's not that I don't want to be with you.

Ian lifted Artoria's head, making her look at him.

"But you have more important things to do."

"Artoria, Camelot desperately needs a change."

Artoria understands what you mean.

Unlike the pressure Merlin exerted, your words sounded more like encouragement to her.

She nodded and pulled you to sit on the bed.

You realize that she does indeed have something important to discuss with you.

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria took the sword from the stone.

"I actually have an idea, but I don't know if it's reasonable."

Ian noticed that Artoria had become much more serious, and he changed accordingly.

"Then tell me what your thoughts are."

"that is--"

The girl gripped the holy sword that symbolized the throne tightly.

"There are simply too many knights in Camelot. If we were to measure them all by the same value during battle, I think it would inevitably affect the direction of our decisions."

Ian is not stupid.

He quickly understood the hidden meaning in Artoria's words.

"Artoria, are you trying to say you want to determine who is better among the knights?"

“Of course it’s not about ranking them.” Artoria quickly shook her head.

"All those who are willing to fight for this country are equal."

"but--"

Artoria's gaze sharpened.

"In combat, it is always necessary to make some sacrifices."

"In order to achieve final victory, we need to make a choice."

"..."

Ian gasped.

Artoria's usual girlish demeanor in front of him almost made him forget the changes that occurred after she pulled the sword from the stone.

Ruthless, but absolutely efficient.

It is the driving force behind the progress of the entire Kingdom of Camelot.

This is the shackle that comes with being a king.

To some extent, this aligns with Artoria's initial idea of ​​"finding a suitable way within one's own capabilities."

After all, a cruel method is still a method—which is the same as my own path.

But Ian always felt that Artoria would eventually suffer a backlash if she acted this way.

but--

That's not something I can control.

Now that things have come to this, all that needs to be done is to handle the current problems properly.

"I understand, what you said makes sense."

"But Artoria, what exactly do you plan to do?"

“I want to form a knightly order,” Artoria said. “That way, we can gather Camelot’s elite forces.”

This is a very reasonable idea.

[You realize that although Artoria is a young girl, she has not neglected the education that a rising queen should receive.]

She had many things to consider.

You can sense that while she's offering you that uniquely youthful passion, she's also actively shouldering that heavy responsibility.

She, too, seemed to possess an obsession with the throne.

"Hmm...that is indeed a good idea."

"But--"

Ian gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Artoria, why are you asking me this?"

“Because I think your opinion, Mr. Ian, is very important,” Artoria answered the question directly.

So I'd like to know your thoughts.

"as well as--"

“Those knights you recognize, those who are worthy of this responsibility.”

"..."

You realize that Artoria's feelings for you seem to be spreading to other things.

She's started asking for your opinion on other things.

You're not sure if this is a good opportunity.

But you, in your despicable nature, would never miss a single possibility.

"Artoria, could you give me some time to prepare?"

Ian answered in this way.

"I think I need to organize the information in this area before I can give a relatively appropriate answer."

"Yeah." Altria nodded.

"No problem, I'll wait for your feedback."