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

Ian sensed that this creature was somewhat special, so he decided to spend a little time with it.

He crouched down, trying his best not to look at it with a condescending gaze.

"Um, is Fufu your name?"

"..."

“Fu”.

"Oh... I guess I can call you that?"

Ian realized that this creature, who called herself Fufu, was actually not difficult to communicate with.

"Then why are you stopping me, Fufu?"

"I really have an urgent matter to attend to."

"Fufufufufufufufufufufufu!"

Looking up at the man in front of her, Fufu spoke a long string of words in one breath.

After frantically translating in his mind, Ian roughly understood.

"You mean... this is the first time you've seen a man who's as pleasing to the eye as me?"

"Fufu~"

The creature named Fufu nodded.

It seemed quite pleased that someone completely understood its meaning.

However, Ian was a little speechless.

It feels like your cat is telling you, "You did a great job, human!"

Forget it.

Don't get into a conflict with a strange creature; it's pointless.

"I'm truly honored by your kind words—"

As Ian said this, he tried to get around the creature that exuded a peculiar aura once again.

"If fate allows, see you next time!"

But it was as if Fou had completely predicted Ian's thoughts.

It stretched out its foot and blocked his way.

"Fufufu."

"You're saying I can't leave yet? Why?"

"Fufufu."

"You need to figure out why you have such a special feeling for me?"

Ian put his hands on his hips, looking quite angry.

"No, Fufu, don't you think you should be asking yourself this instead of me? How am I supposed to know why you like me?"

"Fufufu~"

"You're saying you don't know either, so you have to ask me? I..."

Ian felt a little like burying the cat (or something similar) in front of him that called itself Fufu in a hole.

But he knew that if he did that, the Chaldeans would most likely not let him off the hook.

After all, a creature that can stroll around here so freely must have a pretty high status.

And speaking of which—

Ian looked at the petite Fou in front of him.

He felt that there was something familiar about it.

Left with no other option, Ian patiently explained once more:

“Listen, Fufu, I don’t know why you like me.”

"But I need to find a girl to solve some problems that are bothering me. If you still have these doubts about me after that, I will be happy to help you figure out what's going on."

Ian could sense that Fou was quite intelligent and not difficult to communicate with.

Having said all that, it should be able to understand its situation, right?

But things once again took an unexpected turn for the better.

After listening to Ian's explanation, Fufu continued:

"Fufufu."

"Fufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu"

"what?"

Ian could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"You just said 'just girls.' As far as you're concerned, you already know all the women in Chaldea?"

“Fu”.

Fufu tossed her hair (or rather, the hair on her head) and looked proud.

Clearly, it is now confirming what Ian just said.

Although there was always a sense of pride, like a pet cat showing off its knowledge of all the female cats in the neighborhood, Ian subtly sensed the authenticity within that pride.

It seems that Fou truly understood all the women of Chaldea before she spoke with such confidence.

"Fouf, could you answer my question first?"

"Fufufu." Fufu shook her toes.

"Fufufu!"

"'No, because you never suffer a loss at the hands of anyone?'"

Hearing this, Ian became somewhat conflicted.

After some thought, he decided to trust Fufu just this once—after all, he always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her.

"Ok."

Ian looked at Fou.

"Then let's investigate why you like me?"

Ian is not one to drag things out.

Having made up his mind, he started working at lightning speed.

Goodwill never arises out of nowhere.

Cats eat fish and dogs eat meat because there is a logic behind their eating habits.

So--

Fufu's affection for her certainly didn't arise out of thin air.

Judging from the conversation just now.

Attraction to the opposite sex due to one's good looks can be largely ruled out.

After all, this creature, which can be considered a cat for the time being, did not exhibit any behavior similar to being in heat.

Thinking about it this way—

The most likely scenario is that you had some prior interaction with it.

This intersection could be appearance, certain events, or even just a name.

Let's eliminate them one by one.

"Fouf, is it because my name, Ian, that you feel this way?"

“Fu.” It shook its head.

No.

It doesn't seem to be a name.

"Then, have you seen me somewhere before?"

"..."

Fufu stared at Ian for a while, then shook her head.

“Fu”.

It's not about appearance either.

In that case, it should be contact similar to an event.

"So, what have we done together?"

Although Ian was certain he had never met Fou.

But this doesn't mean that there won't be any interaction between myself and Fufu—after all, one-way acquaintance is extremely common.

“Fu”.

This creature, which can be considered a cat for the time being, once again denied this possibility.

"This……"

Seeing Ian deep in thought, Fou hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"Fufufu, Fufufu!"

"You mean 'you feel like I stood up for you at some point'?"

“Fu!” Fufu nodded.

"..."

Fufu has no reason to lie about something like this.