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

However, things seem to be taking an unexpected turn.

Gulu gulu——

Scáthach drank another can of beer, and then opened a new one.

I don't know if it was the effects of the alcohol or because I had been holding it in for too long.

At this moment, she had completely lost her previous indifference.

Instead, there is the passion that comes from breaking free from constraints.

"Hey—! Ian!"

"Why aren't you drinking?" Scáthach grabbed the man's sleeve. "I've already drunk so many cans!"

"..."

Ian actually wanted to tell Misaya something.

That is, just as he was about to take a sip of wine, she would suddenly ask a strange question.

Questions like "Have you ever killed anyone?" or "Have you ever seen a corpse?" are commonplace, and they can be quite chilling at first glance.

In the end, Mesa drank more and more, while Ian didn't even finish his first can of beer.

How long has it been since she indulged herself like this?

Ian couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Drink up! Why won't you drink?!"

Scáthach, her face flushed, shook Ian.

"You've prepared so much beer, are you planning to make me drink it all by myself?"

"of course not."

"Then hurry up and drink it—!"

"Goo~"

Scáthach let out a burp.

Suddenly, as if she had figured something out, she stared at the can in Ian's hand.

"I understand!"

"Is it because your beer tastes better that you're reluctant to drink it?!"

“How could that be!” Ian quickly refuted Scáthach’s statement. “Weren’t they all taken from the same box of beer?”

"I do not believe!"

Scáthach puffed out her cheeks and muttered something.

"Your can definitely taste better than mine!"

"Hand it over to me right now!"

"……Do not."

"Not handing it over?" Scáthach moved closer to Ian, and a strong smell of alcohol followed.

"Then I'll bite you!"

"..."

"Mishaya, you're drunk."

“I’m not drunk!” Scáthach exhaled a breath of hot air at Ian. “Hand it over now!”

Misaya realized that she would not give up until she took out that half-can of beer.

Ian had no choice but to comply with her request and hand over the half-eaten can of beer he was holding.

"Good good."

"Here you go, okay? Here you go!"

“That’s more like it!” Scáthach snatched the half-eaten can of beer from Ian’s hand. “You need to listen to your teacher properly!”

After receiving what he "needed," the gunnery instructor immediately began to "inspect" it.

She seemed genuinely trying to figure out why Ian's beer tasted better.

of course.

Such a thing certainly doesn't exist.

The beer in Ian's hand and the beer in Scáthach's hand were from the same box, and they were even produced consecutively.

How could there be any claim that one tastes better than the other?

But Scáthach, completely drunk, still seemed unwilling to give up, and she gulped down the remaining half can of beer that Ian was drinking.

finally--

She found that the taste was indeed no different!

"That's nothing special!"

Scáthach, holding up the empty can, turned around and questioned Ian.

"Then why did you hide it and not finish it?"

“No,” Ian said, somewhat speechless. “I was just about to take a sip.”

"And then you stole Misaya from me!"

"Huh?" Scáthach blinked, her face flushed, looking dazed.

"So that's what happened."

"I'm sorry then~"

"Here you go~" Scáthach handed Ian the half-empty can of beer she hadn't finished.

"This is compensation—I'll drink yours, and you drink mine."

"..."

Ian was completely speechless.

If he had known that Misaya would turn out like this when she was drunk, he would never have followed her up to this rooftop.

There's no way to go down there for the time being!

"No need," Ian said, refusing the half-can of beer offered as "compensation."

"If you've already drunk it, then so be it... I don't care."

"No! That won't do!" Scáthach moved closer to Ian. "Do you want to turn your teacher into a bad person who takes things from others and doesn't know how to return them?"

"I didn't mean that."

“Then drink it!” Scáthach grabbed Ian’s clothes.

"Then we'll be even."

There is no way to do it.

Ian had no choice but to follow Scáthach's advice and drink the half-can of beer down in one go.

But to the Knight's surprise, before he could finish his drink, Scáthach collapsed onto his lap, knocking over several beer cans that rolled away with a gurgling sound.

That's way too much to drink!

As a helpless Ian prepared to wake the other person, he heard a light, casual remark.

"I'm so happy... I feel so fulfilled today."

Scáthach rubbed her cheek against Ian's thigh, completely devoid of her usual queenly arrogance.

When she's drunk, she's more like an adorable kitten.

Upon hearing this, the man's hand stopped above Misaya's head.

He suddenly didn't feel so keen on waking her up anymore.

After all, if you've been living a very stressful life for more than ten years, then indulging a little like this now wouldn't be a sin, right?

Snowing.

Knight Ian took off his coat and gently covered Misaya's body with it, using it as a blanket.

He stroked her head and brushed the snow off it for her.

"Mishaya, get some rest," the man said.

Scáthach shrank back slightly.

Although the place where I slept was a rather poor roof.

But this was indeed the most restful sleep she had had in the past ten years.

"Why did it just happen to land there...?"

The knight, who had unintentionally protected another queen, said somewhat awkwardly.

316. Scáthach Grabbed His Weak Point / Underwear Scandal / Her Apology (4k)

This was the most comfortable sleep Scáthach had had in nearly a decade.

She felt like she had acquired the best pillow in the world, so soft and wide.

The only drawback is that there's a spot that's a bit bumpy, like there's a hard, unyielding object there.

But anyway——

This pillow performs quite well.

Scáthach then realized that she hadn't had a proper rest like this in a long time.

She slowly opened her eyes and gazed once more at the world she had come to because of the Holy Grail's summons.

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