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

"Chief, I didn't do anything."

“How is that possible?” Olga Marie put her hands on her hips.

Only now did she seem to have some of the charm that someone her age should have.

"She even asked to move in with you, how could you have done nothing?"

“I’m telling you, Ian.”

"While I do admire you as a person, it doesn't mean I'll tolerate everything you do."

"Your plan for Masters to protect each other, you wouldn't happen to be just a way to lure Mash into your room, would you?"

"But Director—"

Ian looked at Mash, who was still waiting to the side.

Upon realizing he was being watched, the latter immediately lowered his head.

"This was Mashu's suggestion."

"All I've been doing so far is trying to help you solve your problems, haven't I?"

"..."

Olga Marie couldn't refute Ian's words.

After all, from the moment he came in until now, it certainly didn't seem like he came here specifically to bring up this kind of thing.

"I said--"

The young director looked at the man, his eyes showing a hint of concern.

"So you know about Mashu's situation?"

"Condition?"

Ian shook his head.

"I don't understand what you mean. Isn't Mashu just Mashu?"

“You…?” Olga Marie’s eyes widened in shock.

"Did you become friends with Mashu without knowing anything about her background?"

"Director, what are you saying?"

Ian stared directly at the silver-haired girl in front of him.

"How can you get to know someone if you don't become friends first?"

"Besides -"

“If it’s something Mashu is truly willing to share with me, she will naturally tell me.”

"Why should I bother digging deeper if they're unwilling?"

"..."

Olga Marie's amber eyes cleared up a bit.

She smiled, as if she had figured something out.

"You're right, my thinking was too shallow."

"So--"

The young director turned to look at Mashu and waved his hand.

"Mash, you should move there."

"I grant it."

Mashu's eyes brightened considerably upon hearing this news.

"Yes, I understand! Thank you, Director!"

Olga Marie turned around and looked at the man in front of her.

"You shouldn't have any objections to my arrangement, right?"

"……No."

Even if there were any, it would be too late to mention them.

after all--

Ian looked at Mash, who was bouncing around.

He couldn't bear to interrupt her joy.

"Alright, I've been thinking about it, and we can't rush things right now. Take the plan back and take a good look at my arrangements. If you have any thoughts, contact me as soon as possible."

Olga Marie scribbled a string of numbers on a piece of paper, then tore it off and handed it to Ian.

"This is my number."

"Okay." Ian took the paper. "I understand."

"Chief, can we go now?"

"Ah."

Olga Marie watched the two figures disappear down the corridor, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes.

"That's good... at least there are people who are willing to take the initiative to reach out."

Emerging from the office, Mashu's desire to express herself was high, and she chattered incessantly.

"senior!"

"The director rarely gives out phone numbers proactively! It seems she really values ​​her seniors!"

"is it?"

Ian looked at the paper in his hand.

"I think she just wanted me to offer some more meaningful suggestions."

"No, no, no, she must think the senior is amazing, that's why she did that!"

"probably."

"Oh, right, Mashu."

The man looked at the pink-haired girl beside him.

When are you planning to move in?

"Hey, this..."

Mashu blushed, but still said very firmly:

"Senior, I want to move there now!"

"..."

"You don't like it, senior?! Then we can do it later! Or we don't have to move at all!"

"Hahaha."

Ian reached out and ruffled Mash's hair.

"Mash, you're really easily startled."

"You can't be so flustered when you do things normally."

"sorry!"

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” Ian withdrew his hand. “If you want to move now, then move now.”

"Anyway, there's nothing else to do right now."

“Senior…” Mashu’s cheeks grew even redder.

"Okay~ Let's move now!"

After half an hour.

The two walked toward room 49—Ian's room.

"that."

Ian looked at the suitcase he was pulling and the small box that Mashu was holding.

"Mash, you have so little stuff?"

"I thought I'd have to make several trips."

"Because I don't usually like buying things," Mashu explained earnestly. "Besides, the rooms in Chaldea already come with a lot of everyday items."

"So if you put everything away, this is all that's left."

"That's it."

Ian nodded.

"But you're really good to Fufu."

"I think there are quite a few things here that belong to it, right?"

"Mmm~" Mashu smiled sweetly.

"Because Fufu is my best friend, I have to take good care of her!"

"……Too."

“But where is it now?” Ian frowned slightly. “Now that you’ve moved in, I’m afraid it won’t be able to find you later.”

Mashu shook her head.

"Senior, there's no need to worry."

"Fufu is very clever; it always appears at the right time."

"For example -"

"Fufu? (Are you looking for me?)"