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

Ian's question stumped Scáthach.

Yes.

If that Caster truly possessed the power to kill him, then he should have gladly accepted his fate.

after all--

What I've been pursuing all along is a situation like this, where I can be killed quickly and decisively.

Even Scáthach had to admit it.

When faced with that crisis, what she thought about and worried about was something else entirely.

That is, what should Ian, who was seriously injured by himself, do if he encounters such a powerful Caster?

and so--

At least tell him the actual situation before you die.

But.

But after actually seeing Ian, Scáthach felt that she couldn't just quietly leave the stage like that.

Although there is indeed no possibility of further development between them.

But at least—

I don't want to die in front of him like this.

The Queen of the Land of Shadows, who was obsessed with death, was born with the will to survive for the first time at that time.

Let's return to the question itself.

Looking at Ian in front of her, Scáthach blushed slightly, and her expression became a little shy.

The thousand words in my heart could not be uttered at this moment due to my restraint.

All that could be said was a simple sentence.

"I was worried about you, so I came back."

"..."

Ian smiled upon hearing this.

"Is that so?"

"So it seems that my act of forcibly breaking in was a suitable response to your concerns, wasn't it?"

"Thank you for noticing me, Misaya."

"..."

Hearing this gratitude, Scáthach felt a little better.

At least everything now is in line with what he said back then.

Even if the two cannot develop a more advanced relationship, they can still maintain communication at a level above friendship.

So--

Let's be more honest.

“Ian…I want to tell you something.”

"Ok?"

After Scáthach removed the defensive magic from her residence, Ian, now Saber, gradually recovered.

"What's going on?"

“Actually—” Scáthach mustered her courage. “My name isn’t Misaya, it’s Scáthach.”

"..."

"..."

"What kind of expression is that—aren't you even a little bit surprised?"

“Why are you surprised?” Ian countered. “What difference does it make whether you’re called Misaya or Scáthach?”

"for me--"

"You will always be the undefeated teacher of the private Homurahara Academy Gunfighting Club."

"do you understand?"

"..."

Scáthach paused for a moment, then laughed along with her.

"You want me to go back to the Gunslinging Department?"

“We have no choice but to go back.” Ian grasped Scáthach’s hand.

"I carried you around the school all day today—if you hadn't come back, I wouldn't know how to explain it to the students."

"……Too."

"Then I'll go back tomorrow."

Scáthach was unequivocal.

"However... you need to be a little more affectionate with me in front of the students."

"I don't want to embarrass myself."

“Okay, whatever you say,” Ian replied.

"But Scáthach, there's something I need to ask you for a favor."

"Go ahead and say it—while I'm still very touched and willing to agree to anything... Of course, confessing to me would have the highest success rate."

"that is--"

Following Scáthach's second half of her statement, Ian revealed his true thoughts.

"Would you like to join us... and then go together to defeat that Caster?"

357. Scáthach's Provocative Offensive / Morgan's Attempt to Compensate / At the Gathering (4k)

"us?"

After nearly two seconds of consideration, Scáthach still couldn't understand the meaning of the name.

"Ian, what do you mean by this?"

“Scáthach… I have gathered the remaining Servants.”

"If you could join us too—"

Ian's gaze fell on Scáthach, his expression full of sincerity.

"The chances of defeating that Caster are definitely higher."

"what?!"

"Wait a minute!" Scáthach stopped Ian. "You mean—"

"Have you gathered all the Servants except Lancer and Caster?"

“To be more precise, we should also rule out one Assassin—he’s already been killed by Caster,” the man added.

"This……"

Scáthach stared incredulously at the man lying on her lap.

"So what you're really saying is that Archer, Rider, and Berserker are all on your side now?"

“Yes, Scáthach.” Ian nodded. “You’re right.”

"That's definitely the situation right now."

"..."

Scáthach found it increasingly unbelievable.

But then I thought, nothing is impossible for this man.

After all, he managed to break into even the defensive magic that shouldn't have been breached in the first place.

"so--"

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom looked at the man before her with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Are you trying to take me to see them?"

“If that’s how you see it… it’s not entirely wrong.” Ian didn’t intend to deny Scáthach’s statement.

"At least--"

"Shouldn't we put the previous misunderstanding behind us?"

"..."

Scáthach felt a warmth in her heart when she realized that the man was genuinely trying to cover up her previous mistakes.

"ok, I get it."

"Wait for me a moment."

“…Okay.” Ian nodded. “I’ll wait for you.”

A few minutes later.

Ian was stunned for a moment when he saw Scáthach in front of him.

"No."

Why did you change into these clothes?

Just as Ian had been surprised, Scáthach had already shed the loose-fitting clothes she usually wore, which she had bought specifically for the convenience of wielding her gun.

Instead, she wore a more figure-hugging casual outfit that better accentuated her curves.