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

As Artoria lay in bed, gazing at the view outside the window, a touch of girlish beauty appeared in her eyes.

"The stars are shining in the sky."

"Ah."

Ian also looked out the window.

"The stars seem exceptionally bright tonight."

"That must be because Mr. Ian was in my room, that's why it turned out like this!"

As soon as she said it, Artoria realized that she had gone too far.

She covered her face and apologized repeatedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ian!"

"I didn't mean to say that!"

"It doesn't matter."

Ian slowly pulled Artoria's hands away from her face.

"If it is truly because I stayed here that I brought you starlight."

“Isn’t that good?”

Upon hearing this, Artoria's cheeks flushed rapidly.

But she soon realized something else.

“Um, Mr. Ian.”

"Aren't you sure there won't be any problems if you don't go back to her?"

“There’s definitely something wrong with that,” Ian replied without hesitation, then looked at Artoria.

"But if you're willing to help me, then there's no problem."

"Help you? How can I help you?"

"Don't be so nervous, just answer some questions for me."

Ian touched Artoria's face, feeling the skin that had turned red from his caresses.

"Artoria, to what extent do you plan to expand the Knights Order?"

"At least we can fill that round table that has been passed down through generations, right?" The girl didn't hide her purpose. "That way, I'll be more at ease when deciding on a strategy."

"And after that?"

"It doesn't need to be after that."

Artoria leaned close to Ian and took his hand.

"When I deem it reasonable enough, I will lead my troops to defeat those who deserve to be defeated."

"Then--"

"Then what?"

Artoria looked up at Ian, smiled slightly, and didn't continue speaking.

"nothing."

“However, Mr. Ian…”

The girl's legs trembled slightly.

"Aren't we going to have wine tasting today?"

"I... I specially sent people to get a lot of different wines!"

"..."

Ian realized that he had indeed caused Artoria to develop strange habits.

But what's wrong with that?

A king who is manipulated only by himself is the best puppet.

"Of course I want to try it."

Ian stroked Artoria's long golden hair.

"However, we need to try a new approach."

"A new approach?"

“Mm.” Ian nodded and wiped the girl’s lips.

"I want to see you compete against yourself."

Once she understood, Artoria turned her head slightly to the side.

"Um... Mr. Ian, I understand."

It turns out that not all drinking methods are the same speed.

Artoria is much better at the way you taught her than letting the wine flow down her throat.

But regardless, she had already drunk enough.

However, she doesn't want to miss any moment spent alone with you.

So, despite being quite drunk, she forced herself to stay awake until dawn before finally falling into a deep sleep.

You tucked her in, tidied the room, hid the white dress in the closet, and left the king's clothes by her bedside.

You kissed her, then left before sunrise, taking advantage of the last vestiges of darkness.

You returned to the room you shared with Morgan.

You notice that this time she simply sat down.

But you're not surprised—after all, it was pretty much the same last time.

"Ian, where have you been?"

Morgan looked at the knight who had returned almost at sunrise, his tone clearly carrying a hint of reproach.

And Ian said very frankly:

"Your Highness, I spent the night at Artoria's place."

"you!"

Morgan's eyes widened.

"Why did you go to her place again?!"

"Because there are indeed things to discuss."

Ian remained calm and sat down next to Morgan.

"Your Highness, I discussed the future development of the Knights and our plans with her."

"..."

Morgan had no doubt about Ian's ability to gather intelligence.

"Then what did she say?"

"She seems to intend to develop the Order to the point where it can seat the entire round table."

"..."

Morgan's eyes widened in surprise for a moment.

"Has she gone mad? Wouldn't the Knights have some strange people in them?"

"So she plans to have the existing knights conduct the first round of selection, while she herself will be responsible for the final assessment."

Morgan was silent.

Ian knew that if she were in that situation, she would probably act in a similar way.

Artoria's decisions in such matters were not made foolish because she was a young girl.

"Your Highness, the key is actually in what comes next."

"behind?"

"Yes, the key to this intelligence actually lies in her later mention of the idea of ​​attacking Vortigern."

Morgan was not stupid.

She quickly realized the hidden meaning in Ian's words.

"You mean, perhaps we can take this opportunity to do something?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded.

“If we can win over more Knights of the Round Table in this selection, then we will have a greater say in both the armies fighting abroad and the guards stationed in Camelot.”

Morgan did not answer you.

But you could tell from the change in her eyes that she now believed it all.

"Ian, is this the result of your hard work all night?"

“Yes, Your Highness.” Ian said without hesitation.

"But why do you reek of alcohol?"

"Because I drank with Artoria—just like last time."

There's nothing wrong with that statement.

It's not a lie—they were indeed drinking.

After a long silence, Morgan slowly raised his head and gently kissed Ian.

"Thanks a lot."

"Get some rest."

"Understood, Your Highness."