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

Mordred, speaking like this, doesn't seem like a "Servant" at all; he's more like a fisherman who's been out of the air.

Ian, who knew exactly what had happened, began to comfort her:

"fine."

"It's not a big deal."

"Right, Ophelia?"

"..."

“Mm.” Ophelia nodded.

Actually, the problem is quite big—after all, it already involves the power of "Heroic Spirits".

But Ian has already said so.

I can't very well embarrass Mordred in front of him.

“Then Mordred, could you show yourself a little?” Ophelia continued.

"After all, it's not easy to be summoned like this, it would be a real shame not to let others know about my strength."

Ophelia seems to know how to handle Mordred's mindset.

With just a few simple words, he gained the other party's approval.

"Okay!"

"This one will do!"

As Mordred finished speaking, a blue light flashed in his green eyes.

It was a deep color scheme, just like Morgan's, as if her eyes had fallen into a vast ocean.

"Clarent, the King's Sword of Brilliance!"

As Mordred uttered those words, a dazzling light began to gather in her hands.

That brilliance is only revealed to the world by the purest silver after it has responded to her will!

A longsword with a cross shape slowly materialized and landed in her hand.

"This is……"

Ophelia could feel the overflowing magic emanating from it just by looking at it.

This is definitely not just power originating from Mordred himself.

Rather, it's a more profound magical blessing—she must be a pampered child.

"May I take a look at it?"

Ophelia asked, slightly out of breath.

As a magician, she simply couldn't resist the temptation of such objects imbued with powerful magic.

however--

"No way!"

Mordred concealed the Clarent sword behind her back.

"This was given to me by the King, how can I let you study it so casually?"

"..."

Ophelia couldn't refute such a statement.

After all, it's not an easy thing for even a "Master" to come into contact with a "Servant's" Noble Phantasm.

What about oneself, an outsider?

but--

Ophelia stared intently at the Clarent sword in Mordred's hand, unable to look away.

It is something incredibly tempting to any magician!

And it was at this dilemma—

Ian, who was standing to the side, spoke up:

"Mordred, let her see it."

"Eh?"

Ophelia looked at Ian, who had said those words, with great surprise.

She hadn't expected him to speak up for her at this moment.

"Well……"

Mordred pouted.

"Then Father... Master, please tell me first, what exactly is your relationship with this guy?!"

"Why should I show her my sword just because she says she wants to see it?"

"..."

Mordred speaks very bluntly.

Ophelia had absolutely no idea how to answer.

She could only hope that Ian, who was standing nearby, could help her.

In reality—

He did indeed help.

The method was just a bit subtle.

The tall Ian reached out and pressed down on Ophelia's head.

He opened his mouth and said:

"She is my maid."

"Eh--?!"

Mordred and Ophelia shouted at the same time.

"No, what are you shouting for?"

Mordred looked at Ophelia with a puzzled expression.

"Father... Master, are you wrong?"

"..."

Ophelia knew she had tricked Ian again.

But in order to be able to touch the radiant Clarent sword, she had no choice but to swallow her pride and accept it.

"Correct."

“I am his maid.”

"Oh……"

Mordred looked as if he suddenly realized something.

"In that case, I can show it to you."

"but--"

She remained very cautious.

"Don't do anything weird."

"I know."

"Okay, then I'll show you."

Ophelia carefully took the Clarent sword from Mordred's hand.

As a magician, she could sense a very strong magical power emanating from it, and Mordred intentionally suppressed it to prevent it from harming her.

This is an experience that a magician might only have a few times in his entire life.

It seems——

Ian does have a good side sometimes.

But this guy actually made me admit to being a maid.

What a bad taste.

But let's put that aside for now.

Ophelia focused all her attention on the magnificent Clarent sword before her.

She was so eager to study this.

At this moment, Ian once again pulled Mordred aside.

After confirming that Ophelia wouldn't notice, he spoke:

"Modred, I have a question for you."

"what's up?"

"Morgan, the queen you mentioned, where did she die?"

Ophelia was kept in the dark;

But Ian was very clear-headed.

The reason Mordred was summoned was entirely because he used his own blood.

What if—

If we can find Morgan's relics.

Then I can summon her, right?

As her most beloved child, Mordred must have known some information.