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

Looking at Mash in front of her, Mordred was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Is this because my Master is trying to please me?"

"Huh?" Mashu shook her head. "That's not true!"

"I just felt that this was the right thing to do, that's all!"

"is it?"

Mordred shrugged.

"Then you're blaming a good person?"

"It looks a lot like someone I know."

"Someone you know?" Mashu blinked, somewhat puzzled.

"Who is it?"

"Oh... he's a guy from France who said his father was once a knight of King Arthur, so he wants to go through that same journey to find the truth or something."

“This…” Mashu frowned slightly, “He seems like a very strange person.”

"But after hearing what you said, I do want to meet him."

"There will be an opportunity."

Mordred smiled slightly.

"After all, this guy also seems like he'll become a Heroic Spirit."

"Mash, Mordred."

A familiar voice came from behind them.

Ian appeared at the entrance to the platform.

Mashu's eyes lit up immediately.

"senior!"

"Ah."

Ian answered Mash as he walked over.

"Awaited."

“No, that’s not true!” Mashu shook her head repeatedly. “We’ve only been here a short while!”

"They've been waiting for quite a while now."

Mordred couldn't help but complain.

"Master!"

"Where have you been? Didn't we agree to come here a long time ago?"

Hearing the increasingly natural-sounding title of "Master" make Ian quite happy.

This at least shows that Mordred has adapted to her current life quite well—even though she hasn't been here for very long.

Ian had no intention of hiding who he had just met.

"It's Ophelia."

"Huh? Why are we going to see her?"

Now it was Mordred's turn to be puzzled.

"Hasn't the Clarent sword, the King of Brilliance, already returned to my hands?"

Saying it goes back to the point isn't entirely accurate.

After all, this was originally a Noble Phantasm that Mordred brought to the present world.

If she so desires, she can immediately recall it to her own hands without it being destroyed or ravaged.

"Of course there's a reason for that."

Ian's gaze swept over Mordred and Mash, who were present.

"She said she plans to take me to the Clock Tower if she has the chance in the future."

"what?"

Mordred, of course, did not understand what the term "clock tower" meant.

Mashu showed a surprised expression.

"Senior, that's where magicians gather, right? If Miss Ophelia is willing to take you there, it means she acknowledges your abilities as a magician, doesn't it?!"

“Who knows…” Ian gave a wry smile.

"Those are things that can only be determined in the future."

"correct--"

Ian's gaze lingered on Mashu's somewhat thin uniform.

"You can't dress this lightly when you come to a place like this."

As the man spoke, he took off his coat and draped it over Mashu's shoulders.

"Senior..."

Mashu clutched the coat Ian had given her, her face flushed red.

“Foufou (What a vulgar technique),” Foufou said, wagging its tail.

"Eh?!"

Mordred was displeased upon seeing this.

"Master, I'm cold too! I want a coat too!"

"This……"

Upon hearing her words, Mash immediately tried to take off Ian's coat and hand it to Mordred.

But Ian held the girl's hand at that moment.

"Need not."

"It's just an overcoat, I can make another one right now."

Ian wasn't joking.

He began to focus his attention.

The memory of wearing the coat earlier replayed in his mind.

Comfort, fabric area, and cutting techniques are all deconstructed.

This was the materialization of that vague feeling from before—a feeling he had grasped under Ophelia's guidance.

A little more.

There's still a little more.

Perfect timing!

Ian felt his heart leap, and his whole body seemed to be shaken so badly that several afterimages appeared.

At that moment, he had an extra coat in his hand.

"This……"

Mordred could not believe his eyes.

After all, just a few seconds ago, his father had absolutely nothing in his hands!

Mashu was also surprised.

But she quickly realized the true nature of the phenomenon—it was magic!

"Senior, you've already mastered such amazing magic tricks?!"

"It's not that impressive."

Ian handed the "projected" coat to Mordred.

"It's just a replica of memory."

"It's fine for everyday use, but if you're looking to use it as a unique skill, then it's probably not quite up to the task."

This isn't Ian being modest.

It was not so much about how he felt after following Ophelia's instructions step by step.

He discovered that this "memory projection" had far too many inconveniences.

Not only do you have to come into contact with the original body in front of the "projection".

Furthermore, due to the limitations of memory itself, each subsequent "projection" can only be a degraded version of it.

The more times a projection occurs, the longer it can last.

It's hard to say how useful this would be if we were to confront each other head-on someday.

Ian knew he had to find a way to improve these problems.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

The man waved his hand, turning the topic away from himself.

"Hasn't that Master candidate named Fujimaru Ritsuka arrived yet?"

"Logically speaking, we should have arrived long ago, just as our senior said."

Mashu, who was wearing a coat, also became puzzled.

"That's strange..."

"That--!"

"Could there have been some problems on the way?!"

Mordred put on the coat her father handed her and looked at the snow-covered sky, saying this.