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

But Vivian still believes that the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

After all, both Illya and that Berserker clearly considered Artoria as their friend.

It's highly unlikely that I would specifically seek out ways to control her.

The witch knew that doing this was actually very despicable—but in order to win, she had no other choice but to prepare in this way.

Vivian's plan was going smoothly, but it didn't seem to be going as smoothly as she had imagined.

Upon hearing Vivian's suggestion, Berserker became visibly wary.

It's clear that she doesn't want her Master to reveal her true name.

but--

Ilya doesn't seem to think that way.

Upon hearing Vivian's suggestion to exchange, she announced the information without hesitation.

"Berserker's name is Ibaraki-doji~"

"..."

Seeing that his master had made such a choice, Ibaraki-dōji could only nod helplessly.

Seeing this, Artoria quickly gave her name.

"Rider, Artoria."

"So that's what my sister's name is!"

Ilya seemed very happy to be put back on the ground.

"And what about you, big sister?!"

"Vivian," the witch announced her pseudonym—something that carried no burden for her.

"..."

Although Artoria was somewhat surprised to hear the name, she didn't make a fuss about it.

After all, the other party is her Master, so she must have her reasons for doing this.

"Oh, it's Sister Vivian!"

Ilya was dancing around excitedly.

"In that case—"

"Why don't you stay here?"

“Master,” Ibaraki-dōji said with a troubled expression, “this is probably not a good solution.”

“You… not long ago you ordered me to burn this place to the ground with flames.”

"According to the principles of hospitality, I do not think we should let her and the others stay here."

"Oh, right." Ilya bit her lip. "I should have known better than to burn it!"

"It's okay, this kind of problem is easy to solve."

Vivian made this promise, and a large amount of magic power quickly gathered in her hands, forming a light blue halo.

That was a magic formula that the witch had devoted herself to researching.

"Let me change the current state of this castle."

"Change its appearance?" Artoria vaguely sensed something.

"Yes, change."

What others didn't know was that Vivian was actually thinking about the castle where she and Ian had lived together.

This was a materialization technique she had prepared for many years, intending to use it the moment she reunited with him—after all, the original castle had long since turned into the bones of history over the millennia.

Now we can only start ahead of schedule.

But none of that matters!

Because we'll definitely be able to bring him back here in the end!

With such unwavering determination, the witch fully unleashed her magic.

She didn't notice the unusual glint in Ilya's eyes at that moment.

This is a highly secretive alliance.

The Rider and Berserker groups have reached an agreement to share the true names of their Servants.

You are unaware of this.

After all, at this moment, your attention is still on Misaya.

Or rather, she's been constantly trying to get your attention.

"The situation in Mesa seems to be getting increasingly wrong."

This is how Ian has felt these past few days.

A more accurate way of saying it—

It seems that what Misaya did was going too far, to the point that it became somewhat incomprehensible.

such as--

"This thing is really perfect as a hand warmer—it stays warm all night and never gets cold."

"So that's why you hold it while you sleep?"

"Well, can't you?"

"……Row."

Another example -

"The quantity produced this time is less than last time—has my skill level decreased?"

"Is it possible that it's because they were on the same day?"

"Huh? So this has an effect too?"

"So now that you know the reason, can you please stop collecting them on purpose?"

"no!"

It might even be—

"Ian, come in and take a bath with me!"

In short, Misaya is no longer as reserved as before, but is full of initiative.

She was no longer arrogant, nor did she have a stern face.

Instead, there were more proactive actions and more provocative words.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

But Ian sensed something was amiss—though he couldn't bring himself to say it.

The man knew that all he could do was try his best to cooperate with Misaya's actions.

Even if sometimes it does go a little too far.

night.

After Scáthach's "corrective palm strikes" "teach" the television set, which had turned into a snowy screen, it finally returned to normal.

However, Scáthach didn't look happy; instead, she seemed preoccupied.

She leaned against Ian, watching the television screen in silence.

This posture did not last long.

Scáthach quickly collapsed onto Ian's lap, behaving as docilely as a cat.

The man didn't say much, but silently stroked her long hair, giving her affirmation in this silent way.

Everything seemed so normal.

Until Misaya suddenly asked a strange question.

"Ian, are you hard right now?"

"Eh?"

Ian never expected the other party to suddenly ask such a question, especially since the tone sounded quite serious.

After thinking for a while, the man decided to tell the truth.

"No."

"Really?" Misaya pressed.

"Not really."

"If I told you I'm not wearing anything underneath, would you be able to get an erection?"

"Do you really have to ask such an awkward question?"

“Yes.” Misaya raised her head and looked up at Ian above her.

"Because I really want to know the answer to this question."

"..."

“Perhaps,” Ian replied.

"Misayo, you are a very charming girl."

"If that kind of thing really happened, I think I would get an erection."

"..."

Scáthach didn't answer Ian, but silently started unbuttoning her clothes, turning the previous topic into reality.

"ten."

"Nine."