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

"Mash, you must have deep feelings for Chaldea, right?"

"This one……"

Mashu's expression became somewhat complicated, followed by a forced smile.

"well enough."

"By the way, senior."

Mashu pointed forward.

"The dining area is just ahead."

"I might run into the other members of Group A there, so it would be better to keep a certain distance from them."

"After all, I am really too weak."

"..."

Ian's expression turned somewhat displeased.

This made Mashu very nervous.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just thought you might be a little forgetful, Mash."

"Forgetful?" The girl looked puzzled.

"correct."

Ian's gaze fell on Mash.

"You just said you would treat me to dinner."

"If you're inviting me to dinner, why are you keeping your distance?"

"but……"

“No buts.” Ian gave Mash no chance to refute.

"Didn't we agree to be more confident?"

"Mash, are you trying to go back on your word?"

"Senior, that's not it! I didn't mean that!"

"Then give me your hand."

Ian extended his hand.

"I'd like to see who dares to point fingers at us!"

"senior……"

The girl's eyes shone with the light of hope that had come true, and her fair cheeks flushed with excitement.

"I see!"

Mashu grasped Ian's hand as if she were grasping some hope.

As it turns out, the girl's worries were indeed somewhat unnecessary.

There were indeed many people in the dining area, but few of them seemed to care about Ian and Mash, who had entered hand in hand.

Even if one or two people occasionally glance over, they will respond with friendly looks.

This situation continued until the two found an empty table to sit down, and nothing changed.

"See, Mashu."

Ian shrugged.

"Nobody will say anything, right?"

Yes, yes.

Mashu's ears were already red.

“You’re right, senior.”

What Mashu didn't know was...

Ian saw all her changes—or rather, this was exactly the feeling he wanted.

He's not a good man; he doesn't give his tenderness away easily.

There's a limit to that.

Mashu, who knew the entire process of the simulation battle, clearly had value in creating the illusion for her.

"Senior!"

Mashu blushed and said:

"Let's sit on the same side, that way it will be easier to order."

"okay."

So the two of them ended up sitting on the same side of the table.

To outsiders, this is a very intimate act.

Even Fufu expressed her disdain with "Fufufufu (You really don't intend to keep your distance from girls at all)".

However, this was not what Ian cared about at the moment.

He could feel a pair of eyes watching him ever since he entered the restaurant.

No.

To be precise, it is a line of sight that is different from the concept of "a pair".

It's more like he's looking at himself with only one eye.

If it were just a matter of looking at each other, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Ian could sense that the other person's gaze wasn't friendly, and there was even a hint of aggression in it.

where?

Where is it?

Ian's eyes searched around, but he didn't get the result he wanted.

At that moment, Mashu's voice came through.

"Senior, what would you like to drink?"

"Let's do this."

Ian didn't dare to relax his observation of his surroundings, afraid of missing any details, so he just pointed to one at random.

"But this is—"

"It's okay, this is fine."

"OK then."

Ian did not notice the slight upturn of Mash's lips.

After that, the girl ordered a number of other things.

Ian never gave up observing his surroundings, but still came up empty-handed.

After a while, Mashu carefully tugged at Ian's clothes with her hand.

"Senior, can you answer a question for me?"

"what is the problem?"

"Why have you been so distracted since just now?" Mashu's voice sounded somewhat worried.

Is something wrong?

"..."

Ian turned around.

He realized that Matthew was really looking forward to this dinner.

I shouldn't shatter this hope.

"nothing."

Ian smiled calmly.

"It's just that I'm curious because it's my first time here."

"Oh, is it so?"

Mashu, having cleared up her doubts, smiled happily.

"That senior—"

"Let's have meals together from now on, and I can tell you more about how this place was built."

“Okay.” Ian nodded. “Thank you for your help.”

"Nothing!"

"What you want."

After saying that, a waiter quickly served Ian and Mash their food.

Everything was normal until the last drink was served.

It was a large iced drink.

For one person's appetite, this is an excessive amount.

The problem is that it has two straws stuck in it.

Ian realized almost instantly that this was a frozen drink for two.

In other words, it means a couple's item.

"This……"

Ian's hesitant attitude immediately made Mash nervous.