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

"It's just that the wind is quite noisy today."

"I'm sorry, Artoria, I disturbed your dream."

"Nothing."

Artoria moved closer to Ian, feeling his warm body temperature.

"With Mr. Ian by my side, I can dream anytime."

You chose the smoothest mountain path.

You arrived safely in the forest at the foot of the cliff.

That familiar feeling makes you even more certain that you've been here before.

You realize that something life-changing is about to happen to you.

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria looked at the path through the forest, her eyes, as green as a sea of ​​trees, now filled with contemplation.

"It doesn't seem like the road ahead is suitable for horses."

"okay, I get it."

The horse's hooves stopped.

Ian and Artoria dismounted one after the other.

After leaving East Starien in a grassy spot, the two headed deeper into the forest.

have to say.

This is indeed a forest as beautiful as unpolished jade.

As far as the eye can see, there is lush greenery and deep shadows of trees.

“Mr. Ian, this place is really nice.”

Artoria took a deep breath, smiled, and looked back at the man walking behind her.

"It's just like a forest blessed by elves in legends!"

"..."

A forest blessed by elves?

Artoria's words have enlightened you.

You can now be absolutely certain that you've been here before.

However, the people back then were—

That's right.

It was Morgan.

After being ordered by King Uther to return from the front lines, Morgan confided in himself that he did not want to return to the capital.

This is, of course, a request that cannot be refused.

Finally, the two arrived at a forest.

That was the first time Morgan opened up to her, and it was also the first time the two of them experienced pleasure in a psychological sense.

If I remember correctly——

Ian stared at the road ahead.

At its end, there will be a lake as clear as a gemstone.

However, before he could decide whether or not to verify this, Artoria had already taken his hand.

"Mr. Ian, the road ahead is still long."

Let's hurry up!

"okay."

Your understanding is indeed correct.

At the end of the forest path, what awaits you and Artoria is indeed a crystal-clear lake.

Like a bright jewel, it was set in the center of the forest, and the wind blowing through the trees stirred up ripples on its surface.

You realize this is the lake you and Morgan once visited.

"Mr. Ian."

Artoria gazed at the clear lake before her, a hint of emotion flickering in her emerald eyes.

"This is the place I saw in my dream."

"I see."

Ian walked over to her.

Looking at the crystal-clear lake, memories of the past flooded his mind.

That was the first time Morgan had cried in front of him.

All the resentment and dejection poured out at that moment.

He no longer saw the princess.

He is an abandoned person imprisoned in darkness, a magician abandoned by fate.

"No one has ever given me a chance..."

The harder you struggle, the further you get from the destination you want to reach.

That tearful account was deeply etched into Ian's soul.

He couldn't stand it all.

"It's okay, I'll always be here."

As Ian blurted it out, he realized that the person standing next to him was not Morgan, but Artoria.

Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly smiled happily.

“Mr. Ian, that would be wonderful.”

"..."

Ian was unable to respond to Artoria's words.

If we use the initial starting point as the benchmark—

He was nothing more than a lowly and despicable knight who constantly coveted the princess's body.

Swearing allegiance and drinking poison are merely ways in which one's body is temporarily controlled by desire.

But after going through so much, Ian knew that his feelings for Morgan had long since gone beyond mere pleasure.

He had witnessed the hardships that fate had etched upon her, and he knew the resentment in her heart.

So--

Let me become her eternally loyal knight in this world.

She is a princess of Britain, how can she be ignored and lose her pride?

Although there was no response, Artoria was still very happy.

The girl reached out and hugged her beloved.

"Mr. Ian."

"While you might think I'm being greedy, but—"

"May I have you all to myself right now?"

"..."

Ian was once again touched by her frankness.

But he remained silent, only lowering his head to kiss Artoria.

The girl's lips were still so soft, as if they were the most perfect sugar in all of Britain.

Just take a small bite, and you can feel the sweet, syrupy texture.

The girl would whine and cry, but she was unwilling to give in, ultimately becoming the docile prey.

[You despicably toyed with Artoria's feelings, making her blush with shame before you, a woman who should be a queen.]

Looking at her shy and bashful expression, you inwardly cursed yourself as a jerk.

But at the same time, you know you must not waver because of this.

You have things you must accomplish.

The lake surface shimmered, and a mysterious light filled the sky above it.

A mysterious voice rang out.

"Wang, you are here."

A clear and ethereal voice echoed through the forest.

Artoria then stopped.

She turned around and looked into the lake.

Those eyes instantly shone with the dignity befitting a king.

The time has come.

“As agreed, I’ve come to retrieve the weapon,” she said.

"I am willing to offer my precious sword to the king."

The sounds from the lake were gentle yet resonant.

Amidst the gently rippling water, a beam of light bursts forth from the lake, shooting straight into the sky, as if it could knock down the stars.

Just as the light condensed and solidified, a sword blade appeared on the lake's surface.