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

"He doesn't have a single girlfriend in Chaldea."

"Oh~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to have gotten the answer she wanted, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"I understand!"

"Thank you, Mashu~"

Before Mashu could respond, Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally moved closer to Ian and Mordred, chatting and laughing with them.

Mashu, who was walking at the very back, watched this scene and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

Does she have feelings for him?

According to the agreement between Fujimaru Ritsuka and Akuta Hinako.

The group arrived at the Chaldea restaurant.

It was breakfast time, and there were quite a few people here.

The place Hinako chose was in a relatively corner—a square table with a tablecloth, flanked by long, backless sofa chairs.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first to sit inside, then patted the seat next to her and called out to Ian with great enthusiasm.

"Sit here!"

"..."

Although I don't really like the feeling of being assigned a seat, since Fujimaru Ritsuka has said so, Ian certainly won't refuse her.

"it is good."

The man sat down next to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Seeing this, Mordred took action as well.

"In that case——"

"I'll sit down..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mash had already sat down next to Ian.

"Senior, may I sit here?"

“Sure,” Ian smiled slightly. “Mash, you can sit wherever you like.”

"No, what about me?!"

Mordred pointed to himself.

"Master, one of them is sitting to your left and the other to your right. Where should I sit?"

“Mordred.” Ian raised an eyebrow toward the other side of the table.

"You can sit across from me."

"Eh?!"

Mordred seemed very reluctant.

"I usually sit next to you."

"Why don't we try a different position this time? Maybe you'll like it even more."

Ian smiled slightly and explained.

"..."

Although reluctant, Mordred had no choice but to obediently sit on the other side since her father had put it that way.

She poked at the ice cubes in her drink, which had just been served, with the straw and muttered to herself.

"A bunch of wicked women trying to seduce my dad."

"Wait until my mom comes... then you'll realize you're wrong."

As it turned out, Mordred's idea was indeed correct.

There's still a little while until the agreed time.

Mashu watched Fujimaru Ritsuka's actions with bated breath.

She regretted saying earlier that Ian was single.

because--

Fujimaru Ritsuka is now clearly eyeing the enemy with predatory intent.

"Ian, the food here is really good!"

“Yes, that’s true.” Ian nodded. “Ritsuka, if you like it, drink more.”

"My treat."

Chaldea is very generous to its Master candidates.

Those who are favored by the director, like Ian, have it even better—his spending limit is even higher than Mashu's.

"Yes, I won't be polite~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a smile.

"but--"

The girl's gaze fell on the drink in front of Ian.

"Ian, can I try some of what's in your cup?"

"Ah, try mine?" Ian frowned.

"But this is something I've already drunk... isn't that a bit inappropriate? Let me order you a new one."

"No need!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head. "I just want to try a bite anyway."

"Yours is just right."

"……Fine."

With Ian's permission, Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up his cup directly.

Whether it was by chance or intentional, I don't know.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips touched the spot where Ian had just taken a sip of his drink.

A voice of praise rang out: "It really does taste great!"

After saying this, the red-haired girl handed her cup to Ian.

"Ian, you should have some of mine!"

"Mine is great too!"

"..."

Ian knew that Fujimaru Ritsuka was probably not playing tricks, but simply wanted to do this.

This guy was probably moved by his decision to leave Mordred behind to take care of her.

So this time, I wanted to do something.

After hesitating for a moment, the man took the cup from Fujimaru Ritsuka and took a small sip.

"Mm, it's delicious."

"Hehe, I knew it."

Mashu saw all of this—she realized she couldn't just sit and wait to die.

The pink-haired girl raised her cup with trembling hands.

"Senior, please have a drink with mine too!"

"..."

In this situation, it is natural not to favor one over the other.

"Mm, it's delicious."

Fujimaru Ritsuka peeked out and looked at Mash, who had a shy but happy expression on her face.

She realized that the other person didn't seem to have no feelings for Ian; they just hadn't gotten results yet.

Their eyes met, creating an invisible battlefield.

One mouthful.

Two mouthfuls.

Three mouthfuls.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu presented Ian with what they had drunk, as if in a military competition.

From the other side of the table came the sound of Mordred's teeth chattering.

Ian knew that if things continued like this, the situation would become very bad.

but--

He has already figured out a solution.

Almost at the same time.

Both girls shuddered.

Under the cover of the tablecloth, Ian's hands reached out and gently stroked their thighs.

Facing this situation.

The introverted Mashu lowered her head and slightly parted her legs, allowing the man to freely touch more areas.

Fujimaru Ritsuka placed her hand on his, implying a desire for reciprocation.

It's finally quiet.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

But right now.