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

"I want to use it as wallpaper and screensaver too!"

"Wait, this is..."

“I know.” Mashu lowered her head. “I understand it’s the photos from there.”

"But I feel that if I can see it every time... I can feel that what I'm working hard for is worthwhile."

"In that case—"

"Am I not someone who can't do anything?"

"..."

Something suddenly pierced Ian's heart.

He reached out and patted Mash's head.

"I understand what you mean."

"But what if someone discovers your wallpaper?"

“No, no one will notice me in Chaldea.” Mashu held her phone.

"And I will be very careful."

"This is... my secret relationship with my senior!"

Even though Ian knew that Mash's perceptions were becoming increasingly strange, he felt he couldn't correct her.

after all--

Every rejection was a huge blow to her.

"I understand."

"I'll send it to you right away."

Perhaps it was planned from the beginning, or perhaps they were genuinely looking forward to it.

Mashu quickly changed her phone's wallpaper and screensaver to a photo Ian had taken—the kind of image that would appear whenever the phone was turned on.

And it's something so shameful.

The girl, however, seemed to have grasped some precious treasure.

She held up the wallpaper displaying that photo and looked at Ian in front of her.

"Senior...may I ask you another question?"

"go ahead."

Mashu's cheeks flushed even more, but she still asked the question that had been bothering her.

"So, what did you feel when you saw these, senior?"

"..."

Ian really wanted to say that he wasn't moved at all—after all, he had seen many similar things before.

But looking at Mashu's incredibly expectant eyes...

He decided to tell a trivial little lie anyway.

"very beautiful."

"After seeing it, I felt much better."

"Thank you, Matthew."

"..."

That's pretty much the answer I'm looking for.

Mashu lowered her head shyly.

"You're welcome."

"After all, I'm just a 'tool' for my seniors."

Just as Ian was about to say something more, there was a knock on the door.

Mashu was immediately alarmed.

Ian gently patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't be nervous, I'm here for you."

"Wipe your mouth."

"Well...I see."

Mashu tidied herself up.

Ian went to open the door.

The figure outside the door surprised him.

It was Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred, who was protecting her as she was being ordered.

"Master!"

Mordred greeted him casually.

"Hurry up and come out! We need to see someone!"

"Meet someone?" Ian looked puzzled—he didn't remember doing that.

"Yes."

Mordred rubbed his nose.

"We have to see that person named Akuta Hinako today!"

"what?!"

169. Mordred: You'll see when my mom gets here... (4k)

Ian did want to meet the person named Hinako Akuta.

But he didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet so soon—especially since it was Mordred who suggested it.

This is how the same thing?

"Mordred, have you made contact with Hinako Akuta?"

"It's not her, it's me!"

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke up.

After a period of recuperation, she has almost fully recovered.

Although it is still exaggerated in some ways, it is consistent with her own description of a terrifying resilience that "would have survived even 10,000 years ago".

"you?"

"Mmm!" Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

"Actually, to be precise, it wasn't me who contacted Hinako Akuta, it was her who contacted me."

"She contacted you?" Ian asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

Fujimaru Ritsuka took out her phone.

"As soon as I joined the group chat, she messaged me privately, hoping to meet me alone!"

"But-"

Fujimaru Ritsuka touched her arm, which still had some scars on it.

"At that time, even the slightest movement was excruciatingly painful, so I had to postpone it for a while."

"I've almost recovered now, so I'm planning to go see him."

"Wait a moment."

Ian reached out and stopped Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"If I heard correctly—"

"Was it when Hinako Akuta first joined the group chat that she messaged you privately and even wanted to meet you alone?"

“Yes!” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

"Aren't you afraid she's the one who wants to kill you?" Ian asked doubtfully.

"Eh?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then cupped her face in her hands.

"Yes!"

"I hadn't expected this."

"..."

Ian was at a loss for words.

"Ritsuka, you're too carefree."

"I didn't think that far ahead!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head. "After all, you were in that group chat, so I figured it should be pretty safe."

"..."

Ian was speechless once again.

Mordred then tried to smooth things over—though she herself might not have had that intention.

"It's fine!"

"With me here, all those scoundrels who only know how to secretly assassinate people with magic will be blown away by me!"

As she spoke, she struck a pose of eager anticipation, rubbing her hands together as if she were really looking for a fight.

Ian stopped her abruptly.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what happened before."