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

That's right.

This guy took care of himself all night.

But if you think about it carefully, he would actually do such a thing.

After all, any normal person would be worried about falling if they slept in a place like that.

only--

Scáthach looked at the man in front of her, a hint of tenderness appearing in her red eyes.

Instead of waking myself up, I chose to silently stay by your side and protect you like this.

Now, they have absolutely no intention of considering this behavior as something worth boasting about.

In a way, this proves that Ian's true nature is far better than people imagine.

Thinking about it this way, I'm really lucky.

It only took ten years to find the right person.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows looked at the spot where she had just slept and had an idea.

“I see.” Scáthach didn’t intend to expose Ian’s well-intentioned lie.

"Let's go back to our room now."

"it is good."

You and Scáthach spent some time cleaning up everything left on the roof last night.

[Including but not limited to cans that have fallen.]

You took all these things back to the room you were in before.

You handled it very well—there will be absolutely no one who knows you were drinking on the rooftop.

"Whoo~"

Ian placed the box full of soda cans on the ground of the residence.

"Finally back."

"..."

Scáthach sighed.

“Ian, I should have done as you said last night and drunk drinks here in the house.”

“Maybe,” Ian shrugged. “But there’s no point in dwelling on that anymore, is there?”

"and--"

"The stars look really nice tonight."

"This is a beautiful view that you absolutely cannot experience from inside a house."

"..."

Scáthach knew that Ian was trying to save face for her.

After all, the two of them didn't talk about stars at all last night; instead, they drank can after can of beer.

No.

To be precise, he watched himself drink can after can of beer.

She was too embarrassed to expose anything—ultimately, it was because she had drunk too much.

"correct."

Looking at the gun-related equipment on the ground that hadn't been repaired yet, Ian suddenly realized something.

"Misa, aren't we going to the Gunnery Department today?"

“No need,” Scáthach replied quickly. “It’s a holiday now, not a teaching period.”

"I only allowed them to come in and train because it was empty anyway."

"Besides -"

Scáthach tugged at her collar.

"I reek of alcohol, how am I supposed to get over there?"

"It would be better to just rest today."

“Indeed.” Ian nodded, agreeing with Scáthach’s undeniable statement.

"Alright." Scáthach waved her hand. "I'm going to take a shower first to get rid of this smell."

"Ah."

There was a snap.

The bathroom door was closed.

however--

Less than two minutes.

The bathroom door opened again with a whoosh.

Scáthach poked her head out and said to Ian outside with an embarrassed look:

"Ian... do me a favor!"

"Uh... what's up?"

"Go to my room and get me the set of underwear I need to change into!"

"..."

"..."

"Hurry up!" Scáthach urged.

"But I don't know which set it is?"

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"……Row."

[As Misaya requested, you went to her room.]

After some searching, you finally found the black lace lingerie she had carelessly tossed on the sofa yesterday.

[It must be said that, up close, this lingerie set is indeed quite sexy.]

But at this moment, you have no thoughts at all.

After all, Misaya kept urging you from outside the whole time—"Hurry up!"

Outside the bathroom door.

Holding the black lace lingerie he had just found, Ian returned here.

He knocked on the door and then said inside:

"Mesaya, I got it."

"Ah."

The door was opened a small crack.

Scáthach's hand reached out from inside: "Give it to me."

"it is good."

Ian handed the sexy black lace lingerie to the other person, and then intended to return to the living room outside.

But before he could take two steps, Misaya's voice came from the bathroom again.

This time, the content is even more exciting than before.

"that--!"

"Ian, could you come in for a moment?"

"Are you serious?"

"Hurry! I need you!"

"..."

Even though I know it's not a good idea to do this.

But hearing Misaya's extremely anxious tone, you decided to do as she said.

However, the actual situation doesn't seem to be as exciting as that.

Of course—it only seems so.

"Is the clasp on my bra stuck?"

Ian looked at Misaya in front of him, his expression somewhat speechless.

She was facing away from herself, her hands straining against the metal buckle behind her, but she couldn't undo it no matter what she did.

Ultimately, it seems that this situation arose because her bust size was too large and she was too hasty.

"Yes!" came Scáthach's anxious voice.

"Come help me quickly!"

Although it was embarrassing, Misaya was indeed facing difficulties at that moment.

Ian didn't think too much and immediately started attacking—which was a piece of cake for him, as he could see Scáthach's back clearly.

But the story is far from over.

"nailed it."

Ian gently unfastened the metal clasp that was bothering Misaya.

"I'm going out."

"Don't leave yet!"