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

"This time, it's my turn to launch the attack."

"okay."

In response to Mash's words, Ian decided to observe for a little longer.

He could only sense the presence of that figure, but he couldn't know its true identity.

Since this was something I experienced because I participated in the simulation battle, there might be more information if we continue.

Under Mash's command, Cú Chulainn (Lancer) gripped his dark red spear and charged directly at Artoria.

The two "Servants" thus began to fight each other.

However, this is not a process that requires constant monitoring.

Because these "followers" were simulated to have the ability to think.

With just a general direction, they can carry out a certain degree of combat independently.

Mashu gives off an "offensive" tendency;

Ian, on the other hand, adopted a "defensive" approach.

These relatively abstract concepts are further materialized on the "battlefield"—the actual action is Artoria defending against Cú Chulainn's attack.

Several loud clanging sounds.

The dark red spear clashed with the golden sword, demonstrating the battle between the "Servants".

This is the practical significance of simulation battles—to allow those qualified to become Masters to familiarize themselves with "Servants" in advance under safe conditions.

But Ian's mind was not on the battle at all.

He could only feel himself getting closer and closer to that figure.

The previous conclusions were also reversed.

It wasn't that I was holding one end of the rope while the other end was pulling on something else;

Instead, it's the opposite of what happened.

He is the "object," while the other end of the rope is unknown.

"Matthew."

"What's wrong, senior? Are you unhappy about being hit? I can stop right away."

"That's not it."

Ian stopped Mash's hand.

"What physical effects will simulated combat have on the participants?"

"Will it have any effect on the body?"

Mashu blinked her beautiful eyes.

"Yes, there definitely is."

"Senior, have you forgotten? When you first came in, I reminded you that many people feel slightly uncomfortable when they participate in a simulation battle for the first time!"

"That--"

Ian's expression turned somewhat serious.

Has anyone explained the cause of this discomfort?

"This……"

This is yet another question I never expected.

Mashu's gaze towards Ian gradually changed.

She could sense that the other person was thinking about many things, but she had no idea.

After hesitating for a while, the girl cautiously asked:

"Senior, did you sense something was wrong?"

"if it is like this--"

Can you tell me?

"..."

Ian turned around and looked at Mash beside him.

Even though she had already said that she didn't feel any discomfort, she was still holding her hands tightly, as if afraid that something might go wrong.

What an excessively kind person.

Mashu felt a little embarrassed by his gaze—she began to wonder if her words had offended Ian.

However, this concern did not last long.

Because Ian, who was standing in front of him, quickly spoke up:

"Mashu, can I trust you?"

"of course can!"

"That--"

"You must keep what I'm about to say a secret."

"Ok!"

Seeing the girl's earnest promise, Ian no longer had any doubts.

He told her everything he had experienced from the simulated battle.

"This……"

Mashu's lips parted slightly.

It was clear that she was once again caught up in the shock created by Ian.

But there is one thing she is now 100% certain of.

"Senior, why didn't you say so sooner?!"

"This is worse than just feeling unwell!"

"If anything happens to you, it would be a huge loss for Chaldea!"

"No! I'll stop the simulation battle now and take you for a checkup!"

Just as Mashu was about to make a move, Ian grabbed her hands, one on each side.

"Senior, what's going on?!"

“Listen, Mashu, I’m fine, so there’s no need to stop the simulation battle.”

"Right now, I just want to figure out why this is happening."

"so--"

Ian, who was behind Mashu, leaned close to her ear and said expressionlessly:

"Don't contradict me, okay?"

"Eh?!"

This was the first time Mashu had ever felt Ian's unyielding demeanor.

It was very oppressive, but at the same time, it gave me the feeling that "I will be safe as long as I obey."

Blushing, she finally nodded.

"Well...I see."

"Great, this way everyone won't be in a difficult position."

Ian released Mash's hands and looked once again at the place where the "Servants" were fighting.

"Now, please restore me to the way I initially chose."

"Ok!"

Mashu once again used her privileges to control the simulation battle system.

Three beams of light reappeared in front of Ian.

of course.

His only target was the path where Artoria was.

Since I am the one who is "tied up," then I should find a way to get the other end of the rope out!

Ian knew he wasn't exactly a saint.

Anyway, even if things go wrong, Chaldea will always be there to protect you.

There's nothing to be afraid of then.

Ian focused all his attention.

He experienced that feeling of his blood boiling once again.

next moment.

A sensation came from the "rope".

and many more.

This feeling—

How come he bears a striking resemblance to Morgan?!

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As the person who has the most contact with simulated memory.

Ian was perfectly aware of the feelings Morgan had for him.

What just came from the other end of the "rope" was definitely a "message" from Morgan.