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

“Someone wanted to target her, but because Fujimaru Ritsuka was late, they could only kill her on the way in this way.”

"but--"

"That person probably didn't expect Fujimaru Ritsuka's vitality to be so tenacious... Even though she didn't understand the operating principles of a helicopter, she still managed to hold on until she reached the skies above Chaldea."

"It's not just because Fujimaru Ritsuka has a strong vitality."

Mash, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"The efforts made by the senior and the 'Servant' were also one of the keys to saving her."

"Probably," Ian said with a wry smile.

"I think it's quite an achievement that she was able to make use of that terrain."

"Not everyone dares to attempt a forced landing under those circumstances."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Mordred reached out, interrupting Ian and Mash's back-and-forth.

"Can you please stop talking to yourselves and consider my feelings for a moment?"

"Who on earth wants to do this?! What's the benefit of killing Fujimaru Ritsuka?! And wasn't she only recently chosen?"

"Yes, if we only consider her as an individual, we really shouldn't do this."

Ian looked at Mordred in front of him.

But what if—

"Is the actual target a group?"

"A group?" Mordred asked, puzzled.

“Yes.” Ian nodded.

"Think about it, if you were planning to kill everyone in a group."

"But one person was late in arriving."

"Then Mordred, what will you do?"

"Of course we should find a way to take out the last one too! Otherwise, there might be hidden dangers, right?"

As soon as he said it, Mordred realized what he had said.

"Eh?"

"Isn't this exactly the same situation as now?"

"Master... are you saying that someone is targeting the entire Master candidate group?"

"Looks like you're not completely incapable of thinking things through after all," Ian said with a smile, looking at Mordred in front of him.

Because the target is all Master candidates.

Therefore, even if Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't reach Chaldea, we must find a way to kill her.

But the person who caused all of this never expected that Fujimaru Ritsuka's will to survive would be so strong, nor did they expect that Ian would help her without hesitation.

This is a whirlpool that has been stirred up.

At the heart of the wave was Ian himself.

Many things are quietly changing.

Just like the current situation where the forty-ninth Master candidate "saved" the forty-eighth Master candidate.

"This...this won't do!"

Mashu spoke with great concern.

"If someone is targeting the Master candidate, then wouldn't everyone, including Ian-senpai, be in danger?!"

"Yes, Mashu, you're right."

"Being a Master candidate might become a high-risk profession."

"Senior! Stop joking like that! It's not funny at all!"

"No way!" Mashu patted her cheek.

"I need to go tell the director right away!"

"Not a single Chaldea member can be missing!"

After saying that, the pink-haired girl hurriedly left.

"Father, I'll go and see too!"

Mordred ran away too.

Suddenly, only Ian remained standing in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka's hospital room.

Just as he was about to grasp the doorknob again, ready to push open the door and ask the other person for more details.

That feeling came again—it stung his hand.

Only this time.

Ian heard a faint sound.

"suggestion--"

"It's best not to push this door open."

Heian-kyo (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons)

109. The Great Onmyoji Minamoto no Yorimitsu Searched for for So Long (4,000-word chapter)

A sound I've never heard before.

The tone was unfamiliar and cold, and full of warning.

But this is exactly the kind of thing Ian doesn't buy.

He never lets anyone else decide what he wants to do—Morgan, of course, is an exception.

"Listen, I don't know who you are."

"But I really don't like the way you talk."

"so--"

Whether I go in or not is none of your business.

Before the voice could answer him, Ian yanked open the door in front of him.

He knew what awaited him next.

But at the same time, he also sensed that it might be what he needed.

[Simulation in progress - Cooling complete.]

[Environmental composition verification in progress - Verification complete.]

[This simulation is a normal historical simulation; please take note.]

Furthermore, based on the current situation, we will provide the capabilities required for actual scenarios as much as possible after this simulation concludes.

[Real-world memories have been stored.]

Try your best to guide history in the direction you deem reasonable!

[The location for this journey is Heian-kyo.]

[Drawing initial talents.]

[Great Onmyoji: You are the most powerful Onmyoji of the Heian period, but you are eccentric by nature, and finding you is not an easy task for anyone.]

[A secret hidden forever: You harbor a great secret, but for some unknown reason, you have temporarily forgotten its contents.]

[Mountains and rivers flow: You can bestow upon others an identity that is difficult to detect, but at the same time, you will also gain a corresponding identity.]

You've forgotten your origins and memories of that period.

By the time you regain your memories, you will have become a powerful Onmyoji.

Your life should have been perfectly peaceful.

[Because although you are highly skilled in Onmyoji, you have no desires or wants.]

You have almost no friends, and your interactions are limited to people in your neighborhood.

But you don't care at all—after all, peace and quiet is never a bad thing.

Everything should have continued to flow peacefully like this.

[Until this day, a warrior named Minamoto no Yorimitsu came to our door.]

She seems to need something from you.

Outside a dilapidated house.

Ian was looking at the woman in front of him with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, she was dressed in an elegant purple kimono, and her ample bosom was on full display, with an alluring curve that far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Her smooth purple hair was styled in a sleek, tailless style, with only the ends tied back with a soft knot to prevent it from swaying.

Those grape-purple eyes were looking at the man in front of her, revealing a sense of anticipation.

If it weren't for the longsword at her waist, so sharp it seemed to exude a chilling aura, Ian would have definitely thought she was a beautiful young woman waiting to be married.

"Minamoto no Yorimitsu."

"That's your name, right?"

“Yes, Master,” Minamoto no Yorimitsu replied respectfully.

Ian glanced at her and replied with a smile: