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

Isn't something a little off now?!

When Scáthach opened her eyes, she found herself still on a rooftop.

Almost instantly, she recalled drinking with Ian here last night.

In addition, the clothes covering him looked somewhat familiar.

It's... the one Ian wore yesterday!

Where are the others?!

Wasn't he drinking with me?!

Just as Scáthach was confused, Ian's voice reached his ears.

"Mishaya, are you awake?"

"Eh?!"

The sound came from above?

Scáthach looked up and saw Ian looking helpless.

There was a sizzling sound.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows recalled more fragmented images.

After drinking last night, I think I just fell asleep on Ian's lap!

Wait a moment--!

So, in that case, the thing I just bumped into that bumped my head on was...

Scáthach blushed instantly upon realizing the correct answer.

She bounced off Ian's lap like a spring retracting from its shell.

Clinging to a last shred of hope, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom glanced at the spot where she had just slept.

Impartial and unbiased, neither east nor west.

It's that awkward position.

Scáthach blushed even more; this was the first time in her life she had ever been so shy.

She turned around and mumbled incoherently, "Why...why didn't you wake me up?"

"Don't you think it's dangerous to sleep on the roof?"

“That must be very dangerous,” Ian said helplessly. “But Misaya, do you know how much you drank last night?”

“Just a few cans!” Scáthach replied, her face flushed. “Isn’t that right?”

"How many cans?!"

Ian took the empty cardboard box from the side and brought it to Scáthach.

"Misayo."

"I only drank one can of beer out of a whole case of beer."

"The rest went straight down your throat."

"what?"

Scáthach stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she had just heard.

But she soon realized that the other person had no reason to lie to her about such things.

after all--

If he could remember how much he drank, he would instantly be labeled as "dishonest" for lying.

If we think about it from this perspective, then it must be true.

"Did I really drink that much?" Scáthach frowned slightly. "I have absolutely no recollection of it."

"So this is what happens when you're drunk."

"..."

Scáthach really couldn't refute that statement—after all, if she weren't drunk, she would definitely know how to answer him now.

After thinking for a while, she returned the coat she was wearing to him, who was only dressed in thin clothes.

"Here, put it on quickly."

“Hmm.” Ian nodded and took his clothes back.

Scáthach asked again after watching the man put it back on.

"Speaking of which-"

Did you give me your clothes to use as a blanket last night?

"Hmm...more or less," Ian nodded, answering casually.

"After all, you're asleep, so we can't just leave you uncovered, can we?"

"What about you?"

Scáthach glanced at the white expanse of ground below the roof, where a few aluminum cans lay—presumably the ones she had dropped last night.

"It snowed all night, didn't it?"

"Aren't you...cold?"

"It's alright," Ian smiled slightly. "It's not too cold."

The man wasn't trying to be tough.

As a servant, he can use magic to resist the cold outside.

The resulting loss of magic power is almost negligible.

"But Misaya... you must have slept well last night, right?"

"I feel like you haven't had a proper rest in a long time."

"..."

Ian's words truly hit the nail on the head for Scáthach.

Since the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago, she has been dedicated to finding her replacement.

My daily rest time was also squeezed to a very small extent because I also had to take on the role of instructor for the gun-fighting department.

of course.

Scáthach, who has obtained enough magic power from the "black mud" flames of the Holy Grail, theoretically does not need to sleep.

However, in order to maintain her "human" self, she still adheres to her daily routine.

This resulted in her physical body not being fatigued at all, but her mental state being very poor.

According to the existing definition, this condition probably falls into the category of "sub-health".

but--

Last night was an exception.

Because Scáthach not only actually fell asleep, but also had a wonderful dream.

In her dream, she was successfully killed, ending this endless fate.

"It's alright," Scáthach said, turning her face away.

"but--"

"I did sleep better than usual."

"..."

You realize this is Misaya's way of showing agreement with you.

[She seemed to be constrained by her position as a teacher and didn't completely agree with anyone's statement.]

[Her current non-denying statements are, in effect, an expression of her affirmation.]

You're somewhat pleased—after all, it means your efforts weren't in vain.

"Really?" Ian was much happier. "That's good."

"I was worried you might feel uncomfortable."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Scáthach turned around.

She looked at the man in front of her and asked the question that had been bothering her.

"Speaking of which-"

"Are you just going to protect me like this all night?"

“That’s not true.” Ian quickly refuted Scáthach’s claim. “I also took a nap.”

However, this statement is a lie.

[You can't afford to be careless sleeping in such a dangerous place.]

So the actual situation is very close to what Misaya said—you did take care of her all night.

However, you don't intend to reveal this.

[Firstly, you're afraid of causing Misaya to misunderstand.]

Secondly, you didn't want Misaya to be too conflicted.

After all, this isn't a big deal for you—at least it's not the kind of situation that requires an urgent response from the other party.

However, what you don't know is that Misaya's observational skills are far more terrifying than you imagine.

Ian is lying—

Scáthach realized this fact almost instantly.

This is the exceptional observational ability she possesses as the Queen of the Land of Shadows and the guardian of the passage between the inner and outer worlds.