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

of course.

Basic water and electricity are still available, but only to a limited extent.

Standing at the door, all I could see were a worn-out sofa and coffee table, and a television on the table that looked like it might be displaying static at any moment.

Aside from these, the only other relatively conspicuous piece of furniture is probably the refrigerator in the corner.

Even so, Ian didn't think it was worth much money.

There were all sorts of cardboard boxes on the ground, and some props that had been damaged by members of the Gunslinging Club—she seemed to be trying to fix them.

I don't know what's inside the rooms, but judging from the situation outside, it probably isn't much better.

Everything seemed chaotic and disorderly, yet it also seemed to conceal some of Misaya's habits.

However, she herself seems completely unconcerned about these things.

The gunnery instructor placed his hands on his hips and spoke as if giving a command:

“Ian, you will be living with me for the next period of time.”

"There should be no problem?"

"..."

"..."

"What kind of look is that?" Scáthach seemed quite displeased. "Are you saying my place is too shabby?"

Whether it's good or bad is secondary.

Ian frowned.

It was clear that he had many opinions at the moment, but he was still maintaining a very polite and restrained demeanor.

"Ms. Misaya, are you sure you don't want to tidy up?"

"Pack up?" Scáthach shook her head. "Isn't everything fine now?"

"That--"

Ian covered his forehead, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Look over there."

Following the man's finger, Scáthach, who had been calm and even a little arrogant just a second ago, blushed instantly.

Because that spot was where my lace lingerie, which I had dried but hadn't had time to fold and put into the closet, was placed!

Because no one usually comes to visit – which was also Scáthach's original reason for choosing this location.

She had no idea that she only tidied her clothes at night!

"Close your eyes! Don't look anymore!"

Scáthach shouted this as she tried to salvage her reputation.

A few minutes later, after carefully "dealing with" the situation and making sure Ian wouldn't see anything embarrassing again, Scáthach returned outside the hall.

Just as she was about to warn Ian to "forget everything you just saw," she witnessed an unexpected scene.

Ian had already started cleaning and looked quite serious about it.

Scáthach was taken aback—she hadn't expected them to act so quickly.

"Ian, are you cleaning?"

“Yes, Ms. Misaya.” Ian continued cleaning. “Don’t worry, it’ll be done soon.”

"..."

"Do you think it's too chaotic here?" Scáthach couldn't help but ask.

"It's not a question of whether it's chaotic or not."

Ian bent down and stacked the boxes that he determined were not very useful together, making a little more space.

"It's just that I can't stand things not being where they should be."

Don't worry about it—

Ian looked at Scáthach, a smile in his eyes.

"As a legend who has been undefeated in the Gunfight Club for ten years, isn't it normal to have an admirer who helps tidy up the room?"

"..."

Scáthach realized that Ian was just looking for an excuse to clean her room.

But she felt that being taken care of wasn't bad either.

Well……

It's like being in the shadows for a long time and then suddenly touching the warm sunlight.

"But--"

"If you had used just a little more force, you would have hit me already, wouldn't you?"

"so--"

Scáthach walked over to Ian.

"Let's pack together... It's been a long time since I've organized my things."

“That’s fine.” Ian shrugged. “There are some things I don’t know how to deal with anyway.”

[You and Misaya from the Reirō-kan begin tidying up the room, just like new tenants who have just moved in.]

You realize that she's not as difficult to get along with as she seems on the surface—at least she wasn't so cold when tidying up.

But to be fair, you think this is actually a bit outrageous.

[After all, Misaya has lived here for ten years, how could her room have become such a horrible mess?]

You can't help but wonder what she's been doing for the past ten years.

Could it be that Misaya really devoted all her energy to practicing her shooting skills?

But none of that matters—you're not here to dwell on her past.

The way we get along now is pretty good.

Night falls.

Scáthach's somewhat messy residence has been completely transformed.

"Phew." Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Misaya, we've finally got it sorted out."

"Ah."

Scáthach handed Ian a tissue.

"Wipe your sweat."

"Okay." Ian took the tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Thank you, Misaya."

"I should be the one thanking you."

Scáthach nodded, then looked up at the man who was a little taller than her.

Her opinion of him improved even further from what was already a good impression.

This made her think of something.

"By the way, Ian."

"Do you like to drink?" Scáthach asked.

"is acceptable."

“Then—” Scáthach’s tone was somewhat pleased.

"Would you like to have a couple of drinks with me tonight?"

315. Scáthach is like a cat in his presence / Rooftop wine tasting / Falling asleep on a snowy night (4k)

"so--"

Ian looked at the blue tiles beside him and couldn't help but feel speechless.

"Misayo, if you just want to have a drink, there's no need to climb up to a place like this, is there?"

"If someone slips and falls, that would be a real problem."

Just like what Ian is feeling right now.

Misaya initially said she wanted to drink, but now she's on the sloping roof of the house.

The level of danger involved is on a completely different scale.

of course.

Ian is fine—he's just worried about Misaya.

"Why isn't it necessary?!"

Scáthach called out to Ian, who was sitting on the roof.

"Stop talking nonsense! Come help me get this box up here!"

"……Row."

After some effort, the box and Scáthach finally made it to the rooftop.

"Phew~ Done!"

"..."

"Ian, what kind of look is that?!" Scáthach stared at the man beside her.

Why do you seem so dissatisfied?