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

"and--"

The pink-haired girl looked at Mordred in front of her, her eyes filled with envy.

"I think your personality is really great! If I could become friends with you, I'm sure I could gradually become like you too!"

"That way... I'll definitely be more liked by my seniors!"

"..."

Mordred didn't answer Mash's question, but instead pursed her chin, looking like she was thinking seriously.

Suddenly, as if she had realized something, she shouted:

"Wait a minute! What friend would want to be my mom?!"

"Huh?" Mashu looked puzzled. "What do you mean by 'a friend wants to be a mother'?"

"……nothing!"

Mordred laughed heartily.

"You should have said that sooner!"

"I also enjoy making friends... However, if you really want to be friends with me, then you can't talk to me like that anymore!"

"I don't like friends like that!"

"Hmm~" Mashu nodded seriously, "I'll be more careful in the future!"

"..."

"..."

Seemingly realizing that such a vow of friendship was somewhat strange, the two of them fell into a silent understanding.

And at this time.

The room door was suddenly pushed open.

Mordred and Mash instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

There stood Fujimaru Ritsuka, panting heavily from running, at the doorway.

"Mash, I've finally found you!"

As the red-haired girl said this, she ran over and grabbed the pink-haired girl's hand.

"Mo... can I borrow Mashu for a moment? I have something to discuss with her!"

“Eh…oh.” Mordred scratched his face. “But she was originally your Servant, wasn’t she?”

"This doesn't really count as borrowing."

"That seems to be true." Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly realized.

"That--"

"No more talking!"

Before Mordred could answer, Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Mash and quickly left the room.

With a loud crack—!

The door is closed.

Only Mordred, feeling utterly bewildered, remained sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What is this..."

After saying this, she let out a big yawn.

"Never mind... whatever, this is actually a good place to sleep."

The young swordswoman from ancient Britain lay down on the bed and began to sleep soundly.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled Mashu to a secluded corner.

She turned around and began to speak, breathless.

"Mash...I...I want to tell you..."

"that--"

Mashu patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's back with a worried expression and whispered a reminder.

"Ritsuka, you should catch your breath first."

"You're speaking in such a halting manner... I don't understand what you mean."

"Also...also."

After catching her breath for a while, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mash in front of her with a hint of panic in her eyes.

“Mashu—!”

"Let me tell you!"

"Ian... he kissed the director in the hallway!"

"..."

After a full ten seconds of mental blankness, Mashu finally received the message conveyed by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"What--!"

"Senior... kissed the director?!"

"Yes!!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka stamped her foot anxiously, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"This……"

Mashu's thinking ability reached its peak in an instant.

"When?! Where?! What kind of kiss did you use?!"

Mashu asked three questions in a row, which showed just how excited she was.

"It was when everyone scattered just now..."

The scene from just now replayed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red.

"Didn't the director say he needed to talk to him about something?"

"Then... as soon as the two of them reached a secluded spot in the corridor, they started kissing!"

"It was a really passionate French kiss!"

"what?!"

Hearing Fujimaru Ritsuka describe Mashu made his head buzz, as if it would crack open at any moment because of this.

"how so?!"

“I don’t know either…” Fujimaru Ritsuka’s hands trembled. “There was absolutely no indication between them before, was there?”

"sign?"

Mashu frowned upon hearing this word.

The pink-haired girl suddenly realized something, and her overheated mind calmed down considerably.

She pursed her chin, thought for a moment, and then asked a question.

"Speaking of which... did the director kiss the senior first, or did the senior kiss the director first?"

"Eh?!"

Although she never expected Mashu to ask such a question at this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka still recalled the scene as Mashu had asked.

She soon had her answer.

"It must have been... Ian who initiated the kiss with the director."

"really?"

Mashu's expression showed a hint of surprise—this was probably not the answer she wanted.

“There’s no mistake.” Fujimaru Ritsuka replied with great certainty. “I was watching very carefully at the time… so there’s no way I could be wrong.”

“That makes things complicated…” Mashu looked troubled.

"Is it complicated?"

“Yes!” The pink-haired girl looked at her Master.

"The fact that she took the initiative to kiss the director means that she has already accepted him, right?"

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mashu with a somewhat speechless expression.

"Isn't that obvious?"

"They...they kissed! That means they must have accepted each other, right?!"

"no!"

Mashu shook her head, denying what Fujimaru Ritsuka had just said.

"Ritsuka... think about it!"

"If it wasn't the senior who took the initiative, then it's very likely that the director used some underhanded tricks we don't know about to set a 'trap' involving kissing."

"Let's not talk about anything else—"

"Can't we just suddenly kiss our senior in the hallway?"

"Anyway... someone as good as him certainly wouldn't blame us for something like this, right?"

"But now, the situation is reversed—it was the senior who took the initiative to kiss the director, not the other way around."

"This means that he wants to do this kind of thing!"

"These two situations are completely different... Ritsuka, do you understand what I mean?"

"..."