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

Sakura Tohsaka and Rin Tohsaka went to the same class as yesterday.

[And as agreed, Atalanta also "helped" you.]

Inside the Gunnery Department.

Many students were discussing it.

"Hey! Did you guys hear? The old lady quit her job!"

"Yes... I never thought that after working for more than ten years, I would just leave like this."

"But her boyfriend didn't leave!"

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend?"

"Professor Ian... he's still at the school!"

"Hiss... Could it be that they broke up? That old woman is so pitiful... She only had one boyfriend in ten years, and they broke up."

"Let's not talk about that now. Someone tell me—why are there so many archery targets today?"

"Yeah, right? Aren't we the Gunnery Department..."

"Cough cough."

Atalanta, dressed completely in her best clothes, cleared her throat and then revealed a rather cold expression.

This is actually her usual self—that adorable catgirl look is only shown to Ian.

"Mr. Ian has something to do today, so I'll be teaching a class in his place."

"You can call me Teacher A."

"Teacher, this is the marksmanship department—what are these targets for?"

"You have to change things up sometimes, right?"

With these words, Atalanta drew her bow and shot an arrow, hitting the bullseye in the distance with pinpoint accuracy.

"And don't you want to learn this?"

Wow! That's so cool!

Atalanta has solved your problem with attending the Gunnery Club.

You were able to leave the private Homurahara Academy with Artoria.

On the road.

Ian and Artoria walked side by side.

"Mr. Ian, thank you so much for coming."

As Artoria spoke, her gaze towards him held an undisguised affection.

"You really are... still the same as before."

"Is that so?" Ian smiled calmly. "I hope so too."

"But... I feel that I might not be able to meet your expectations."

“That’s not true.” Artoria shook her head.

"As long as you can come, that's enough."

"maybe."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Ultimately, whether it's Ian or Artoria, they are still rivals in the Holy Grail War.

The two said no more and walked towards an apartment.

Artoria stopped in front of a room somewhere.

"Mr. Ian, please come in."

"..."

The man looked at the girl beside him.

"Artoria, aren't you coming with me?"

"No." Artoria shook her head. "This is your time."

"I... I'll just wait outside—otherwise, all my previous efforts will have been wasted."

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Ian."

"..."

The man nodded.

"I see."

Before you lies the apartment door.

[Once you open it, you will be able to see Vivian.]

[But in the instant you turned the doorknob and saw what was inside, you suddenly discovered your truest feelings.]

You don't want Vivian to live like this.

You have an answer—but its surface is covered with thorns.

inside the house.

The curtains in the room were all drawn tightly shut, not letting in a single ray of light.

On the ground were beer cans scattered haphazardly, looking like they hadn't been cleaned up for many days.

Within the circle of tatami mats surrounded by these items, a rolled-up quilt stands out conspicuously.

The millennium witch of Britain lay there in such a dejected state.

Her beautiful long hair was now completely disheveled, and she looked utterly wretched.

but--

For Vivian at this moment, none of this mattered anymore.

Whether you try your best or not;

Struggle or not;

The more you pursue, the more you will hurt Ian.

So let's wait until it's over... let it all just end like this.

Having lost her purpose, Vivian no longer wanted to think about it.

The alarm clock rang, and the witch reached out from under the covers, grabbed it, and threw it into the corner.

She couldn't sleep at all, but she didn't want to get up like this.

I've run out of beer to fall asleep, so I'll just knock myself out.

With that thought in mind, Vivian picked up the blanket and pulled it over her head.

But at this moment——

The sound of the door lock turning could be heard.

Vivian was already used to this, and she answered instinctively:

"Artoria... I'm really fine, you don't need to worry about me."

"it's me."

"..."

Upon hearing the voice, Vivian paused for a moment, then abruptly stood up.

Then Ian appeared there.

"Ian... what brings you here?"

"Artoria sent me."

The man covered his forehead and staggered toward Vivian, looking quite strained.

But when he sat down next to the witch and spoke to her, he was still so gentle.

"Vivian, why are you living such a miserable life?"

"..."

They noticed that Ian seemed to be acting a little strange.

Vivian moved a few inches closer to him, causing the beer cans she bumped into to clink together with a crisp sound before gurgling away in different parts of the room.

"Ian, what's wrong?!"

"It's nothing," the man forced a smile.

"It's just fighting against some magic."

"magic?"

"Who played the magic trick on you!" Vivian asked anxiously.

"that's not important."

With trembling hands, Ian gently tidied her messy long hair.

"that--"

"What I'm about to say... might sound a bit strange, but I hope you'll listen to me."

"Vivian."

"We may only be able to meet in a few months."

"But... every time I see you, I feel a special kind of emotion."

"I didn't know what that meant before."

"But seeing you like this now—"