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

Mordred gestured with his fingers, his eyes darting left and right.

"Father... Master, is it okay if I don't eat?"

"what?"

Ian looked at Mordred with a puzzled expression.

"why do not you eat?"

“Because…” Mordred’s eyes turned into beady ones.

"This is a potato! Eating it will make you feel nauseous for a whole day!"

Just as Ian was about to ask why, he suddenly understood when he saw Mordred's face, which bore a resemblance to Artoria's.

Gawain's mashed potatoes.

Encouraged by Artoria, he probably always thought his mashed potatoes were very good, which led him to spoil his sister Mordred.

This ultimately led her to the belief that "eating potatoes makes me feel nauseous for a whole day."

This is truly a reason that's both laughable and frustrating.

but--

Looking at the table full of French fries, Ian didn't know what to do with them.

Meanwhile, Mashu, who was standing nearby, listened to the conversation between the two, and then looked at the wide array of French fries on the table and the worried Ian.

Those beautiful, violet-like eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.

She suddenly understood something.

Then, a seemingly unrelated question arose in front of the three people and the "cat".

"Senior Ian, you... you probably still need me, and my help, right?"

"..."

Although he didn't understand why Mashu would suddenly ask such a question, considering her earlier demeanor, Ian didn't hesitate and answered directly:

"Mash, isn't this just the way it should be?"

"..."

Mordred looked at his father.

He didn't directly reject her.

Mashu's pupils widened slightly, then she revealed an expression as if she had traveled through the darkness for a long time and then encountered the light.

Yes.

Ian may indeed have someone else in his heart, just as Mordred said.

but--

Does that mean I don't have the right to like him?

This was the first time I had ever met someone like him.

I don't want to give up!

Although the girl is timid, she will never be cowardly in a critical moment.

"That--"

"Senior, I really love French fries, so I'll finish them off!!"

As she spoke, Mashu actually picked up a bag of French fries that had been served because of Mordred's mistake, and began to chew them in large bites.

That kind of enthusiasm was as if they were savoring hope.

"..."

Mordred was somewhat at a loss.

Ian, on the other hand, was clear-headed.

He first placed Fou, who was lying on his shoulder, on the table, and then said:

"Fufu, why don't you eat some too?"

"Fufufu (Fufu doesn't like this!)!"

“If you don’t eat, Mash will have to eat double,” Ian replied calmly.

“Fu (this)…”

Fufu gritted her teeth, gave Mordred one last glare, and then started munching on French fries on the table.

"That should solve the problem!"

As Mordred said this, he noticed Ian staring at him.

"Father... Master, what's wrong?"

"Be responsible for what you do, Mordred."

Ian picked up a bag of French fries and placed it in front of her.

"You should eat some too."

"Huh?! But if I eat even a little bit of this, I'll feel nauseous all day!"

"So much to say now—"

Mordred's eyes showed fear.

"I'll disappear right here!"

"..."

“No.” Ian shook his head. “You won’t.”

"Because it's not what you imagine."

"They're exactly the same!"

"I say it's different, and it's different."

"Listen to me, Mordred, eat it."

A father's orders are irresistible.

Even knowing it was extremely dangerous, Mordred had no choice but to do it.

With a death wish, she picked up a fried French fry—which, by Gawain's standards, was an extremely lethal dose!

Goodbye, world.

Goodbye, my father.

The son of Camelot will perish here.

Mordred closed his eyes.

However, it didn't happen—

"Eh?"

Mordred, with his eyes closed, chewed on his French fries, his green eyes gleaming with excitement.

“How can it be so delicious?”

"This...is this what potatoes should taste like?!"

"I want more!"

Mordred's potato phobia was corrected at this moment thanks to the right process.

Ian quickly joined the war to eliminate French fries.

After a whirlwind of activity lasting more than ten minutes.

The French fries were completely devoured—but the consequences were rather serious.

Fufu had collapsed onto the table, and the smell of French fries wafted from its mouth from time to time.

Ian is trying his best to save it.

Although he himself wasn't much better off.

Today was the day he ate the most French fries.

Meanwhile, Mordred collapsed onto the sofa, completely satisfied with tasting the right flavor of potatoes for the first time.

"So potatoes are so delicious... Brother Gawain, you've really gotten me into trouble."

Just as Mordred was lamenting her life, Mash, the only one who remained normal, suddenly walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder.

"Um, could you come out for a moment?"

"I have something I'd like to talk to you about."

"..."

Although she didn't know what Mash was planning, Mordred recalled the question from earlier and nodded.

"it is good."

The two of them then arrived at a place a little further away—a place where only the two of them could hear each other's voices.

"what's wrong?"

Since Mashu had somewhat extricated herself from the French fry predicament, Mordred didn't seem to mind her abruptness.

Is there anything you want to say?

"that!"

Mashu's voice was soft, but firm.

"You said that there was someone very important to Ian, right?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Mordred nodded. “And it’s not just important, it’s the most important thing!”

"That--"