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

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Ian looked at Mash in the blanket and gently stroked her head.

"Matthew."

"Hurry up!"

Although the pink-haired girl couldn't speak, she could still hear what the man was saying.

She quickly nodded and then buried herself in her work.

Gurgling.

As a Servant, Mash received a large amount of magical energy at this moment.

A few minutes later.

After everything was cleaned up, Ian ended the projection of the "room" and told Mash exactly what Olga Marie had just mentioned.

Upon hearing these words, the pink-haired girl immediately showed a surprised expression.

"So we're in France now?!"

"Theoretically, it should be, but whether it's actually like that is unknown."

"Eh--"

Mashu's expression became somewhat tense.

"Senior, I remember reading in some books that...this is an era with dragons, right?"

"It is indeed the case."

"That would be dangerous, wouldn't it? Aren't you scared, senior?"

"I'm not scared."

Ian gently pinched Mash's soft cheek.

"Isn't it because Mashu is protecting me?"

"Eh?!"

Mashu lowered her head shyly, but her cheeks began to rub against the man's hand.

She was docile, like a well-trained pet.

However, this flirting between master and servant cannot change the real problems.

The two, who had resumed their journey, soon discovered that the situation they faced was far more complicated than they had imagined.

Even something as simple as choosing which way to go has become a problem for the two of them at this moment.

But at this very moment—

Ian then discovered a figure he never expected to be there.

Under a tree not far away.

The pure white fou was curled up and resting there.

Ian rubbed his eyes several times to make sure he wasn't seeing things, and then told Mash, who was standing next to him, the news.

The pink-haired girl immediately looked towards the area under the tree.

Soon, she also saw Fufu's presence.

"It really is it!" Mashu's voice was filled with excitement.

"Fufu~!" she waved and called out.

Almost simultaneously, the moment Mashu called out Fou's name, the soft, cuddly little thing lying under the tree opened its eyes.

"Fufu!"

As Fufu called out, she ran toward the two of them.

Then, it leaped onto Ian's shoulder and enjoyed its own special spot.

"You guy..."

Ian sounded somewhat helpless, but he didn't choose to kick Fou off his shoulder.

To be fair, he didn't dislike the little thing.

Mashu, standing beside him, seemed quite pleased.

After all, being able to meet Fufu again in such an unknown place is, in a sense, a kind of lucky thing.

but--

Happy to be happy.

Mashu was still very curious about why Fou was there.

"Fufu... how did you get here?"

Upon hearing the pink-haired girl ask her this question, Fufu obediently answered.

"Fufu... Fufufu!"

"Fufu~!"

Although Mashu could sense that Fou was saying these words in a very happy tone.

But to fully understand its meaning, knowing just one tone is far from enough.

Almost instinctively, she looked at Ian beside her.

Although he hadn't known Fufu for very long, he was surprisingly able to understand what it was saying.

The man, of course, understood what Mashu's gaze meant.

He quickly took on the role of translator, explaining things to the little creature.

“Fou said… it was teleported here with us.”

"Is that right?" The man looked at the thing on his shoulder.

"Fufu~"

Fufu nodded, indicating that Ian was right.

"That's it..."

Mashu nodded thoughtfully after understanding what Fou meant, but she quickly realized a new problem.

"Huh? But didn't the director say that if you want to perform spirit particle transfer, you need to have a high enough aptitude?"

Upon hearing Mash's words, Ian also recalled the basic theories that Olga Marie had mentioned to him before.

The Master candidates gathered at Chaldea were not randomly selected.

They all share a common characteristic—they are highly adaptable to spirit particle transfer.

This is the foundation of all plans.

Those who cannot do this cannot become Master candidates.

So to say……

Ian looked at Fou, who was lying comfortably on his shoulder.

Is this guy's Spirit Transfer Adaptability really as high as the Master Candidates?

The man was somewhat surprised the moment he realized this.

Fufu simply tilted her head slightly, looking at her designated "seat" with a hint of confusion.

"Fu?"

Mashu had no idea why.

However, seeing the man's surprised expression, she realized that this might not be a question that should be explored further.

"senior……"

The girl grabbed Ian's hand and rather abruptly changed the subject.

"So which way should we go now?"

"..."

Ian looked at the fork in the road and couldn't make a decision for a moment.

He does have memories of living in France, but that doesn't mean he truly remembers every inch of France.

That's impossible.

and so--

At this moment, Ian was also uncertain.

He just knew he was Mashu's pillar of support and couldn't show it.

But something unexpected happened again.

After Mashu asked that question, Fou, who had been dozing off on Ian's shoulder, also looked at the road in front of her.

Those beautiful purple eyes were carefully examining the fork in the road before them, and they seemed to have a calmness they didn't usually possess.

Soon, it called out in one of the directions.

"Fu!"

Ian and Mashu were both taken aback by Fou's sudden cry.

They looked at each other to make sure they had both heard it.

"senior……"

Knowing what Mashu meant, Ian directly asked Fou.

"Fufu, do you mean we should go this way?"

“Fu~” The little thing nodded.

Even without Ian's translation, Mash now fully understood what Fou meant—it made the decision for the two of them.