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

"That--"

"Miss Olga Marie... is your situation the same as Miss Fujimaru Ritsuka's?"

For personal reasons, Fujimaru Ritsuka still liked the director very much.

After all, this was the person who taught him celestial magic—even though he hadn't finished learning it yet.

So when she heard Tamamo-no-Mae's question, she looked over as well.

As for the answer...

Fujimaru Ritsuka could probably guess it.

Ogarmali, who suddenly became the focus of their attention, immediately became shy.

but--

Thinking about how Tamamo-no-Mae reacted when she heard Fujimaru Ritsuka's answer, she felt less nervous than before.

After all, the other party wasn't angry, was they?

With that in mind, Olga Marie had some of her own little schemes.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat and began to answer Tamamo-no-Mae's question.

"If you ask it like that—"

"My situation can be described as similar to Ritsuka's, but it can also be described as different."

"Eh?"

Tamamo-no-Mae's two fox ears twitched slightly.

"Miss Olga Marie, what do you mean by this?"

“Well…” Ogarmali’s cheeks flushed slightly.

"Didn't Ritsuka say that she and Ian slept in the same bed?"

"I..." The girl's fingers began to caress the hem of her skirt.

"It went a step further than that."

"..."

Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes widened slightly—a look of even greater shock than before.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Olga Marie with a puzzled expression.

"What?! When did this happen?!"

"I do not know how."

“Well…” Olga Marie’s voice lowered a few decibels, “it happened a few days ago.”

"Huh?! Could it be that it was when you suddenly came into our room, Director?!"

"……yes."

"It was done on that bed."

Recalling the experience of being brutally made into cream puffs by Ian, yet feeling so comfortable that she couldn't resist, Olga Marie was so embarrassed that she could hardly speak.

But seeing the shock in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, she felt a strange sense of joy, as if she had won in some way.

However, this joy did not last long before it was interrupted by Tamamo-no-Mae's next statement.

She looked at the two people in front of her, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"That--"

"Besides you, is there anyone else like this?"

"..."

Olga Marie and Fujimaru Ritsuka both fell silent.

They looked at each other, and then said the same name together.

"Then it can only be Mashu. / Mashu!"

Upon hearing a new name again, Tamamo-no-Mae paused for a moment.

But she quickly composed herself and continued:

"In that case—"

"May I go see her?"

"Eh?!"

Olga Marie and Fujimaru Ritsuka exchanged a glance, and finally nodded hesitantly.

It's something we'll find out sooner or later anyway.

Why not just do it all at once now?

With their permission, Tamamo-no-Mae turned around and "reported" to Ian, who was still chatting with Leonardo da Vinci.

"My lord, I would like to go out with them for a while."

“Okay.” Ian agreed to Tamamo-no-Mae’s request without hesitation. “Go.”

"Hmm~"

Tamamo-no-Mae turned around and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Olga Marie in front of her.

"please."

"I'll send a message now to ask where Mashu is!" Fujimaru Ritsuka took out her phone.

Ten minutes later.

The group arrived at the door of a room.

dong dong dong-

Fujimaru Ritsuka knocked on the door and then called out in a rather lively manner:

"Mash~"

"I'm here! Open the door!"

Not long after Fujimaru Ritsuka finished shouting, the door suddenly opened.

But it wasn't Mash who opened the door; instead, it was Mordred, yawning.

"Wow--!"

She looked at the three people outside the door with a puzzled expression.

"Why are there so many people suddenly?"

"Huh?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was also surprised. "Momo, it's you? Where did Mashu go?"

"I'm here!"

A familiar voice came from behind Mordred.

However, the accompanying visuals seemed a bit off.

Mashu, who was standing there, had changed into a maid outfit.

She held a broom in her left hand and a feather duster in her right.

Meanwhile, Fufu lay leisurely on her shoulder.

"Fu~"

"Huh? Why isn't it just Ritsuka?"

"besides……"

Mashu narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Tamamo-no-Mae behind Fujimaru Ritsuka and Olga Marie.

"Who is this?"

"Wait a minute!" Olga Marie interrupted the pink-haired girl.

"Mash! What's with your outfit?"

“This…” Mashu lowered her head and muttered softly.

"Because I have to take care of Xiao Mo... it's more convenient to wear these clothes."

"Take care of Xiao Mo?"

“Okay.” Mashu nodded. “Since my senior is busy, I’ll have to take care of her.”

"Clean the room first, then cook something for her."

"After we finish eating, we're going to play cards together."

"..."

"..."

The room fell silent.

For Fujimaru Ritsuka, this silence was even more explosive.

To know--

She is Mash's Master in name only!

Why is the other party now serving Ian's servant Mordred?

Realizing that her words had made the atmosphere awkward, Mashu wanted to explain something.

But Mordred, standing to the side, acted first.

She imitated her father, Ian, shielding Mashu behind her, and then spoke with great seriousness:

"Don't blame Mashu."

"It's because I didn't know how to use these things... that's why I let her come."