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

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It doesn't seem like a big deal for a Master to admit to liking a Servant in front of her.

Perhaps we can even gain their support because of this—after all, Mr. Ian seems quite lonely.

Surely a Servant wouldn't want to see their Master sad, right?

Mashu believes she made a terrible mistake.

of course.

Mordred was completely unaware of the girl's thoughts.

She simply didn't believe Mashu's words—because she had witnessed too many of the shy looks Mashu secretly gave her father.

There's no need for you to lie to me~

Mordred put his hands behind his head and said as he walked.

"You can't hide your feelings when you like someone. No matter how hard you try to cover it up with words, when you actually meet them, your eyes will just go blank."

"You've done this several times already."

"..."

Mash looked at Mordred, momentarily at a loss for words.

She realized that while she was peeking at Ian, the "servant" he had summoned was also looking at her.

but--

Even in this situation, I still can't bring myself to admit it readily.

The way Mashu was trying to gather information about the simulation battle in order to get close to him, as she had done before, was the best she could do.

The girl realized that she was far from being at the level where she could speak without hesitation.

But Mordred didn't care about that.

Seeing that Mashu didn't respond, she continued from where she left off:

"Although I know my father... Master should still be quite popular."

"And he seems to take good care of you."

"but--"

"If you start thinking, 'Oh, is there any chance of having a follow-up story with this person?' then I think the chances are basically zero."

"Why, why?"

Mash looked up, her anxious expression clearly showing that Mordred's words had completely struck her.

However, she herself seemed completely unaware of this.

However, Mordred didn't care about any of that.

She glanced at Ian, who was carrying Fufu and walking ahead, and pouted.

"Because my father... Master, has someone else in his heart."

"..."

Hearing this, Mashu felt a mix of emotions, even a sense of loss.

Just as she was about to ask a few more questions, Ian turned around and asked:

"Aren't you two going to walk faster? You're already moving very slowly."

"Come on~"

Mordred waved his hand.

Then, she glanced at Mashu beside her and said with a subtle smile:

"In short, Mashu."

"You...have absolutely no chance."

After saying these words, which were simply advice without any malice, Mordred ran towards Ian ahead.

Mashu was left alone, pondering the words that had just been spoken.

No chance?

Is it going to end as soon as I've even begun?

She was bewildered.

Inside the Chaldean dining area.

Mordred, overwhelmed by the surprise before him, went completely mad.

Wow! What are all these?!

"What's that big, glowing board hanging in the air?! And what's that round thing that you throw in and then press to make liquid come out?!"

"Eh—! What is all of this?! What is this?!"

Ian was not at all surprised by Mordred's reaction, which was like that of a country bumpkin just arriving in the city.

After all, things like monitors and vending machines are very rare to her, as she wasn't brought into the "modern" world by the Holy Grail.

And to be honest—

Ian really can't dislike this adorable, boisterous side of his.

"Don't worry."

He stroked her head and spoke gently.

"Sit down, and I'll explain whatever you want to know."

"Okay, okay!"

Mordred was very happy and took Ian's hand.

She didn't care at all what other people thought—or rather, she didn't need to care.

Because he is both his father and his master.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, any level of intimacy would be perfectly reasonable, right?

In stark contrast to the warm and intimate atmosphere between the two, Mashu sat on the other side of the table, looking preoccupied.

Ian noticed this.

Before he could say anything more, Mordred started tugging at his clothes.

"Father...Master!"

"So what exactly is that blue board?!"

"Uh...you can think of it as something like a notice board."

"Notice board?"

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “Most of the information in this area will be displayed there, such as who should get food or drinks.

As someone who possesses memories of two different eras, Ian fully understands the differences between ancient Britain and modern Chaldea.

Therefore, he would try his best to use unambiguous yet accurate words to explain to Mordred.

"That's it..."

Mordred looked enlightened, then suddenly realized something.

"Eh--!"

"So, this is where we eat, right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

Ian pushed the menu toward Mordred.

"Take a look and see if there's anything you want to try."

"Oh! I'll give it a try then!"

Mordred began to study the menu with a serious expression.

Ian took the opportunity to glance at Mash.

She was looking down, her expression quite dejected, glancing occasionally at the things she had personally prepared beside her, and then becoming even more somber.

If emotions had a color, Mashu's right now would probably be black.

"I've ordered!"

Mordred's voice brought Ian back to reality.

"What should we do then?!"

"For the older sister standing in front."

"oh oh!"

Ten minutes later.

Ian looked at the table full of French fries (including but not limited to all imaginable flavors) and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Mordred, do you like French fries?"

"Why did you order so much?!"

"I...I don't know either!"

Mordred stared at the dazzling array of French fries, a look of despair in her eyes.