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

but--

It would be unfair to attribute it entirely to Morgan.

A more accurate description would be "someone closely related to her, but not herself".

Only one last step is needed to pull the other end of the "rope" to my side.

before this--

One more thing needs to be confirmed.

Ian looked at Mash beside him.

The memories created by simulations are indeed very realistic; that much is true.

However, this does not mean that it is valid in the world where Chaldea exists.

Therefore, it is necessary to confirm as much as possible before taking final action.

"Matthew."

While maintaining the status quo, Ian asked the girl beside him:

What is the ending of the story of King Arthur?

"Eh?"

Although she didn't understand why Ian suddenly asked this, Mashu still answered very seriously:

"Hmm... Based on the knowledge I have, she should have died by the lake where she once obtained the Holy Sword."

"After her death, her grave was moved to the royal cemetery."

"..."

Ian's eyes flickered—what Mash said was consistent with the memories he had gained in the simulation.

Out of caution, he asked one more question.

"That--"

Was it Morgan who moved her grave to the royal cemetery?

“Yes, that’s right.” Mashu nodded. “It was Morgan, who received the throne from King Arthur, who ordered her grave to be moved back to the royal cemetery.”

"However, before that, it is said that the two had a deep conflict over some things."

"I wonder who this person is who was able to resolve this conflict..."

"Cough cough."

Ian coughed a few times.

This topic shouldn't be discussed for too long.

"Speaking of Mashu, how do you know so much? Normally, you should only have a general understanding, right?!"

"This one……"

Mashu looked a little embarrassed, but continued to explain:

"Because I am actually one of the Master candidates."

"So I did look into this, but now it seems a bit unnecessary."

"..."

Seeing Mashu lower her head, Ian hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted her head.

"Mash, you can't be so insecure."

"Didn't you say that those who can come to Chaldea are already one in ten thousand?"

"So--"

"You're not too bad either, are you?"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, a hint of gratitude flashed in Mash's eyes, but it quickly turned into some frustration.

"But I am..."

"What is it?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's nothing!"

Mashu shook her head.

"Senior, I'll try to be more confident!"

"..."

Although Ian sensed that Mash was holding something back from him, he wasn't the type to keep pressing someone with a question they didn't want to answer.

He nodded.

"ok, I get it."

"However, Mashu, if you have any difficulties, although I may not be able to help you, I am still very happy to listen."

"Hmm..." Mashu nodded, her face slightly flushed.

"Thank you, Senior."

After comforting Mash, Ian refocused his attention on the pillar of light in front of him.

After confirming with her that the history of the world Chaldea was in was indeed connected to the simulation, he realized that the "anomaly" before him might not be as simple as he had imagined.

He was associated with Morgan, but was not Morgan himself.

What awaits me?

Although Ian was somewhat worried, he knew he couldn't just wait like this.

He touched the pillar of light where Artoria Pendragon (Saber) was once again.

This time, he did not avoid contact with that feeling as he had before.

"Whatever it is, come out now!"

Ian silently repeated this to himself, and then began to feel the pillar of light.

It gradually changed until it completely transformed into an almost entirely different color, and then it stopped.

Seeing this, Mashu was naturally extremely surprised.

Before the girl could speak, Ian had already anticipated this and reached out to cover her mouth.

“No problem—”

"Mashu, don't be afraid."

"..."

This time, Mashu didn't hesitate and nodded directly.

This also saved Ian a lot of trouble.

He released his grip and continued to touch the transformed pillar of light, applying the same thought of resonance he had when summoning Artoria Pendragon (Saber).

To be fair.

Ian had expected it to be an extremely chaotic process, but it turned out to be much simpler than he had imagined.

It felt like something that had run out of your body was being pulled back in.

He had a vague sense of what was going on.

But regardless—

Let's summon it to the "battlefield" first!

The particles, which had changed color, surged forward like a tornado, and then slowly coalesced into human shapes on the "battlefield".

Both Ian and Mash beside him realized that this was definitely not one of the three "Servants" from before.

"Senior...why don't we stop?!"

"I feel like I'm in danger!"

Mash's attempts to dissuade Ian had no effect whatsoever.

He turned around and tried to persuade her instead.

"Mash, we shouldn't be afraid of new things, should we?"

"Perhaps this is an opportunity for the simulation warfare system to be upgraded and replaced."

"But--"

Mashu was still thinking of arguing a few more times when Ian pulled her into his arms with one hand.

"No buts."

The man stared at the girl in his arms with an unquestioning gaze.

"Mash, please don't argue with me, okay?"

"..."

Mashu had never experienced this kind of contact before, and could only nod shyly.

"very good."

Ian looked again at the humanoid figure that had formed.

"Mash, then come with me and witness what this really is!"

Amidst the man's arrogance and the girl's trepidation, the newly emerging light eventually converged into a fixed form.

According to Mash's previous logic, this should be the process of a "Heroic Spirit" transforming into a "Servant".

That would mean that this would be the fourth "Servant" to arrive here in some unknown way, besides the three "Servants".

Who could it be?

Ian found himself not afraid at all, but rather somewhat excited.