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

"That's what I think too."

“Mr. Ian, we agree on many things!”

“That’s good,” Ian replied.

"In that case, Mr. Ian, may I ask you a small question?"

"Just ask."

"that is--"

Artoria's hand moved down Ian's waist.

Despite having already had some embarrassing contact before, the girl was still incredibly shy when she actually touched the object that symbolized their marital relationship.

But she still mustered her courage and spoke to the man in front of her:

"Mr. Ian, do you think I'm suited to continue down that path now?"

"..."

Ian knew what Artoria was asking.

But that wasn't what he was thinking at the moment—he wasn't devoid of any animalistic desires, but simply knew that he hadn't finished what he was supposed to do.

"That's enough, but there are more important things to accomplish."

"Yes, is that so..."

The girl quickly withdrew her hand, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Mr. Ian, I’m sorry, I was rude.”

"Nothing."

Ian lowered his head and gently kissed Artoria on the forehead.

"Although I don't plan to continue that wonderful feeling for the time being, but—"

"I haven't had wine in a long time."

Ian's hand took over.

"I'm still missing a wine glass."

"Eh?"

Artoria nodded shyly.

"Hmm... I happen to have a wine glass."

It turns out that the packaging of wine glasses does indeed have an extraordinary influence on the quality of wine.

The wine cup under the king's robe was much more compact than a pure white wine cup.

A quiet environment also seems to affect the fermentation of wine.

Without the usual soft chirping, the fine wine that sank into my mouth seemed to taste bitter.

With few other options, Ian could only obtain additional ingredients from Changbai's Scarlet Snow to infuse into the wine and neutralize its bitterness.

Fortunately.

Artoria's gardens and hills are always open to him.

He is the only one who can do that.

[The Gift of the Crimson Dragon has been enhanced to Gift of the Crimson Dragon+: You have absorbed much magic power from Artoria, and you are now able to wield even more powerful weapons.]

Percival's request was agreed to by Artoria.

The name of King Arthur will provide him with protection on his journey to find the Holy Spear.

In exchange, Percival's territory will be given to King Arthur free of charge.

This should have been a joyous occasion, but as if by fate, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

Just as the handover of the territory was about to be completed, Percival's father, Perinore, appeared.

He refused to acknowledge such a thing—and proposed a duel to King Arthur.

"I accept your challenge."

"But as a clash of kings, our bets must be equally weighted."

"Use our kingdom as a bargaining chip; the losers will have nothing."

Despite her petite stature, Artoria spoke words that carried a regal air.

King Arthur won a great victory.

However, as a victor, she showed leniency by not executing King Perinor, who had raised his sword against her, but merely forcing him to submit.

"If your children have something to pursue, then as a parent, you should support them."

"Your land belongs to Camelot, but your soul may remain free."

Artoria pointed her sword at the loser.

She used this to declare her victory.

The matter seemed to have been resolved perfectly: all of King Perinore's territories were ceded to Camelot, and Percival became a member of the Knights of the Round Table.

However, this near-flawless approach did not earn the approval of the Sword in the Stone.

On a night when we shared a deep kiss, it broke in two.

Although the moment it was pulled out, the sword in the stone had already fulfilled its purpose—meaning it was just an ordinary sword.

But this was not good news for the knights who were on their march.

A king with a broken sword is unlikely to stabilize the morale of his troops.

However, Artoria was destined to be the Queen of Britain.

On the night the sword broke, she dreamed of a voice coming from the lake.

"My esteemed king, you need not worry about your broken sword; it is your farewell to the past."

"In that clear lake, you will obtain a weapon more worthy of a king's dignity."

Artoria realized this was help from the Lake Nymph.

She wants you to go with her.

You readily agreed.

But what you don't know is that this long journey will also unravel the foreshadowing of your destiny.

75. The Twin Swords in the Lake, Entangled in Various Fates (4,000-word chapter)

On the way to the Lake of Dreams.

Ian, who was supposed to be holding the reins for Artoria, was already sitting on East Starion's back.

The blushing girl nestled in his arms, looking both happy and shy.

“Mr. Ian… I’ve troubled you again because of my stubbornness.”

"Nothing."

Ian held the reins in one hand and Artoria's hand in the other.

"Regardless of our identities, I should go with you to find that weapon."

"Really? That would be great."

The girl felt the warmth of the man on her hand, and her heart fluttered even more.

"That--"

"Mr. Ian, don't you think..."

Don't you think so?

"It's just..." Artoria said shyly.

"Mr. Ian, don't you think we're starting to feel like we're on our honeymoon?"

"..."

Ian did not answer Artoria's question, but only gave her a fake smile.

But as always, the girl took it as a delusion and responded accordingly.

“It’s so nice to be able to travel like this with Mr. Ian.

Artoria closed her eyes, savoring this long-lost bliss.

Her mind was already filled with imagined scenes.

Do you know what Artoria is thinking?

But you can't bear to interrupt her imagination—even if it's unlikely to become reality.

Try to walk as smoothly as possible so as not to disturb her beautiful dream.

[But you never expected that, following Artoria's directions, you would find yourself in a place that looked somewhat familiar.]

East Starlion stood on a cliff.

Ian looked at the lush greenery below the cliff, feeling utterly bewildered.

This seemed to be a place I had been to before—only I had taken a different route to get here.

If we use Camelot as an analogy, then it's probably just a difference between the east and west gates.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?"

Sensing something was wrong, Artoria slowly opened her eyes.

She tilted her head back and looked at the man behind her.

"Is there something wrong?"

“No,” Ian shook his head, “there’s nothing there.”