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

Why does she know how to fly a helicopter?

Is this something a Master candidate should learn?

Ian simply couldn't understand this kind of thing.

But now is clearly not the time to consider this issue.

Even he himself could sense Fujimaru Ritsuka's helplessness at that moment.

"Modred, are there any other people on the helicopter?"

“Yes.” Mordred nodded.

“There are quite a few people dressed similarly to the older brothers and sisters in the Chaldea base.”

"only……"

"only?!"

"But they all seemed to have fainted, and only the red-haired girl was still twisting something."

"..."

Seeing the approaching helicopter, Ian realized that something unexpected must have happened on board.

The most urgent task is to stop it!

but--

How can I make it stop?

Ian's brain began to race.

Soon, his gaze fell on a nearby mountain peak.

The constant winds have long since covered it with snow, like a thick white quilt, shrouding the mountain itself.

"..."

"Mordred!" Ian shouted, finally snapping out of his daze. "Can you chop that mountain down?"

"no problem."

Mordred answered Ian

"As long as Father has enough magic power, I can do anything."

"Very good, let's begin!"

As Ian uttered those words, the Clarent sword, radiant with brilliance, ceased to merely emit light.

Particles condense and transform into an extremely strong entity.

This was a strike that Mordred was proud of, one that he could achieve when the true name of the sword Clarent was unleashed.

Its hardness far surpasses that of mountain mists, and even common metals in this world cannot match it.

However, Ian could also feel Mordred draining a large amount of his magic power.

but--

It's still within an acceptable range!

A magnificent slash descended from the sky, striking diagonally the mountain peak that Ian had previously designated for Mordred.

A loud cracking sound.

The sword, formed from gathered magic, collided violently with the stone.

The latter is absolutely defeated in terms of hardness.

The mountain peaks, staggered and laden with accumulated snow, tumbled down together.

Ian watched this scene with a solemn expression.

His plan was actually quite extreme—to use enough snow to stop the helicopter that looked suspicious at first glance.

of course.

Since it's described as an extreme case, the process is definitely not as safe as one might imagine.

Ian watched the helicopter slowly descend, hoping that this was the only method he had come up with in such a short time would help her.

The snow gradually poured down.

"Mordred, back off."

As Ian said this, he took Mash's hand, who was shocked by the scene before her, and the three of them retreated to a safe enough position.

"Senior, this is..."

"There's something wrong with that helicopter, Matthew."

Ian looked at the snow waves in front of him.

"This is all I can do. I hope she can save herself."

Meanwhile, on the helicopter.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was gripping the only thing in the cockpit that gave her control over the direction.

to be honest--

She didn't actually know how to operate this behemoth.

The situation is being sustained solely by the "instinct to survive."

Fortunately, her "instinct" was useful enough.

Unfortunately, the useful parts are almost all used up.

but--

It seems there are new opportunities.

Just now, something made a loud bang, and then a nearby mountain peak was cut off.

Looking at the snow that was being pushed out, Fujimaru Ritsuka also had some ideas in her mind.

Being caught in the snow is safer than crashing head-on into the ground or a mountain peak, as it provides cushioning.

Although it might not necessarily be much better.

but--

If you have the chance, you should give it a try!

Maybe I'll be lucky enough to have that kind of luck!

Fujimaru Ritsuka focused all her attention on trying to make the helicopter operate according to her wishes.

She felt very confident that things were going according to plan.

But it doesn't.

For her, being able to control the helicopter as before was already a miracle.

Let alone forcing it to make an emergency landing!

but--

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka lacked the skill to pilot a helicopter, she was fortunate enough to survive.

Under her "control," the helicopter glided smoothly at an extremely strange angle to a "platform" formed by snow-capped peaks, instead of crashing directly into the ground.

After rolling around in the snow several times, the helicopter finally came to a stop, covered in white.

of course.

Fujimaru Ritsuka also inevitably bumped and bruised herself quite a few times inside the helicopter.

"We're saved..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered these words.

In her last moments before losing consciousness, she saw a tall man running towards her.

The next moment, she felt herself being picked up.

after a while.

Chaldea Medical Room.

Fujimaru Ritsuka trembled for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the unfamiliar pure white flowers, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Where am I?"

"Heaven?"

Less than a second later, a stranger's response came.

“You are in the medical room, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka.”

"It's not paradise."

"Eh?!"

Hearing someone answer her, Fujimaru Ritsuka tried to sit up.

But then, the pain that spread throughout her body made her instantly give up on the idea.

"It hurts so much!"

"Of course."

A head appeared above the shouting Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Multiple soft tissue contusions, hand fracture, and mild concussion."

“Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka, the best thing you can do right now is to lie here and not move.”

"you……"

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to lash out, she realized that the man in front of her looked somewhat familiar.