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

Ian turned around and instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came, and then saw an unexpected figure.

That was Olga Marie.

She was running forward with all her might, completely out of breath.

Behind her, a group of shadowy figures wearing bone masks were chasing her with daggers.

With a thud.

Olga Marie fell to the ground.

She watched in despair as the dark figures approached her step by step.

"Don't come over here!"

"Oh, so there are other humans too." Cú Chulainn chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"but--"

"I think I'm going to die."

"We absolutely cannot let the director die!"

After refuting Cú Chulainn's words, Ian once again projected the Excalibur Galatine.

"Drink——!"

He fearlessly charged towards the shadowy figures.

"hiss……"

Cú Chulainn picked up his wand.

"Looks like someone I know."

"I have no choice but to help now."

the other side.

Olga Marie was plunged into despair.

She retreated backward on the ground like an earthworm, grabbing whatever she could and throwing it at the dark figures in front of her.

But such an attack will naturally have no effect.

The dark figure raised a gleaming dagger high, then stabbed down forcefully.

"Help!"

"I don't want to die!"

Olga Marie raised her hands to cover her head—a pointless defense.

But the next moment.

She heard a clang.

That's the sound of weapons colliding.

Olga Marie opened her eyes.

Then Ian, wielding a sword, appeared before her and blocked the dagger for her.

"Chief, are you alright?"

“Ian…”

Looking at the man in front of her, Olga Marie's eyes became a little moist.

"I'm fine."

"That's good." Ian breathed a sigh of relief. "We can talk about it later. You should go find a safe place first!"

"Hey, what about you?"

"I'll be fine, trust me!"

"..."

Although Olga Marie didn't find Ian's words very convincing, she knew that she had no choice but to believe him at this point.

but--

When she turned around, she discovered something devastating.

There were also many dark figures approaching from behind the road!

They are similar but not the same, and both exude a murderous intent.

Olga Marie panicked.

"Ian! There are strange things here too!"

"what?!"

Despite hearing Olga Marie's words, Ian couldn't spare the time to help her.

Because these dark figures in front of us are not simple—they exude a visible magical power.

Ian realized that this might be an Assassin in the Holy Grail War.

Their individual abilities are not particularly strong.

But now it seems to have become a formidable enemy due to the overflowing magic of the Holy Grail.

While it's not that they can't be dealt with, their sheer number makes them extremely troublesome.

"Damn it!"

Ian knocked away one of the shadowy figures' daggers.

“Why are there so many?”

But just then, a series of flames flew in.

"After all, it has a hundred faces."

Cú Chulainn spoke as if in response to Ian, and then, to Olga Marie's astonishment, he vanquished the shadowy figures one after another.

The blue-haired magician looked at the man who had also defeated the shadowy figure.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Ian."

“Oh…I am Cú Chulainn.”

Cú Chulainn, who was exchanging goods, turned around.

The flames they had just witnessed attracted even more dark figures.

"Ian, let's have another match."

"Let's see who kills 'him' more."

“…Alright.” Ian looked at the dark figure appearing from another direction and gripped his weapon tighter. “Anyway, we weren’t finished fighting yet.”

I don’t know how long it took.

As Ian pulled the sword he had projected from the last shadowy figure.

A huge threat has come to an end.

"Director."

Ian bent down and gently stroked Olga Marie's head.

"It's okay now."

"..."

Olga Marie, who had been unable to make a sound due to excessive fear, suddenly seemed to be liberated.

That still face crumbled in an instant, replaced by utterly devastated weeping.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the vulnerable state she had when she secretly comforted herself in the office.

"Ughh ...

"Ian, those things are terrifying!"

"Ok, I know."

Ian hugged Olga Marie and listened silently as she sobbed in his arms.

Cú Chulainn watched this scene with a somewhat complicated expression.

He felt somewhat superfluous at that moment.

It took Olga Marie a while to calm down.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and held Ian's hand tightly.

Cú Chulainn finally had a chance to interject.

“Ian, I just heard you call her Director.”

Are you from some organization?

Unlike Mordred, who is summoned through a simpler method, Cú Chulainn, who is summoned through proper means, is endowed with sufficient modern knowledge.

It will be much easier to communicate.

“Yes.” Ian squeezed Olga Marie’s hand.

"We are Chaldea people."

"Chaldea?"

Cú Chulainn looked puzzled.

"It feels like a place that sounds familiar... but I'm not quite sure what it is."

"Never mind that."

Cú Chulainn stared at Ian and Olga Marie in front of him.

"Judging from your appearance, you are neither Masters nor Servants, so you should have nothing to do with the Holy Grail War."