I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"Du Wei still looks incredibly handsome and dazzling even after dressing up, but I think he would have looked better with long hair..."

This is where Melusin's dilemma lies.

Du Wei, who pulled her out of the lake, had long hair.

Therefore, Melusine always had the feelings of a fledgling bird and adapted to Du Wei's original long hair.

That was the Du Wei who left the deepest impression on her.

I feel a little disappointed.

However, the novelty cannot be denied.

Melusine's affection for him remained unchanged.

Caught between this love-hate relationship, I really don't know which option to choose.

"Don't overthink it. If you want to see it, I can always grow my hair back next time."

"Really? I'll be looking forward to it!"

Melusine's gloom vanished instantly.

Yes, she is really easy to understand.

Everyone has different opinions about Du Wei's attire.

Overall, the reviews were positive.

The girls are now trying to make desserts.

It's actually quite embarrassing.

Of them, only Bagst knew how to cook, and he was basically the head chef who taught them throughout the entire process.

"Mommy, Mommy, is this the right thing to do? It feels like mixing up blood clots and muddying it up!"

Jack was whipping cream with a mixer.

Brown sugar, which has a blood-red hue, was inadvertently mixed in.

Therefore, it looks very much in line with her description.

Bagst's smile froze upon hearing this vivid metaphor, and he said, somewhat at a loss for words:

"They do look very similar... but I think it's better not to describe them as blood clots..."

"Isn't it... a blood clot?"

Jack's expression revealed a hint of doubt.

"Hmm...it's not...a blood clot...?"

There was no communication barrier between Bagst and Jack.

Does aristocratic education include instruction on how to raise children?

Du Wei couldn't help but think this as he looked at the two getting along so well.

There was another person who couldn't join in the pleasant atmosphere, mainly because she didn't know how to start.

"You can join them if you want to play with them."

Du Wei slowly walked to a tree in the courtyard.

This place is only ten meters away from the group in the pavilion.

"Um...may I...?"

Atalanta asked with a hint of trepidation.

Due to my special status as a Servant, I must obey my Master's orders before considering my personal thoughts.

That's why she chose to keep her distance.

She wanted to play with the children.

"Atalanta, you don't think I'm some kind of cold-blooded Master, do you? I've always been very open-minded."

"Hehe, that's probably our first impression of you."

"You really don't hold back when you speak..."

Du Wei had a look of bewilderment, as if he was both laughing and crying.

When summoning a Servant, he had to put on a certain appearance, so his cold and ruthless demeanor was unavoidable.

How else can you convince your followers?

Atalanta smiled faintly when she saw Duvi like this.

I felt much more at ease.

This Master was much better than she had imagined; she was someone who could understand others and was worth talking to.

Making a contract with him doesn't seem so boring anymore.

So, do you want to play with your child?

"Well... I'll gladly accept your offer. If I hesitate any longer, this opportunity will slip through my fingers. Thank you, Master."

"No need to thank me, thank you children. Let's go."

Duvi brought Atalanta to the dinner party.

Laughter was accompanied by warmth and a sense of comfort.

This rare everyday gathering was a routine he cherished, and also a ray of sunshine before the storm.

I want to preserve this momentary atmosphere.

Nothing could be more precious than this.

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Chapter Thirty: An Encounter with Chaldea [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

Tulipas experienced a major battle.

The mystery surrounding the battle, which escalated to such an extent, was not revealed; in the end, it was jointly suppressed by the Church and the Magic Association.

Du Wei, the instigator, didn't care at all.

Anyway, he's not the one who's getting headaches from being hidden and mysterious.

Today he came to Tulipas once again.

The castle of Yggdrasilia is now in ruins, and only the city of Tulipas is still functioning normally.

I came here for no other reason than this.

First, Morgan had promised Bavanshi that they would go out for a stroll.

Secondly, Duvi received an intelligence notification from Koyanskaya stating that Chaldea was currently located in Tulipas.

The purpose of sending Tulipas was to kill two birds with one stone.

Morgan set aside her usual queenly demeanor and focused on enjoying time with her daughter and lover.

"Mother! This dress is gorgeous! Why don't we buy it too? We feel like we won't have enough to buy at all."

"Heh, no need to worry too much, just be happy."

Morgan looked at the lively and joyful Bavanshi.

Her gentle expression was as delicate as soft water; she was simply a loving mother.

It's enough that Bawanxi is this happy.

Never before has Bawanshi been so happy.

Now Morgan has succeeded.

"Hmm... I'm so excited to come out with Mother and Du Wei today... Mother, you should pick out an outfit too. If I'm the only one choosing, you won't experience the joy of shopping at all!"

"Don't worry about me... If you're happy right now, that's enough for me."

Morgan didn't have many desires.

Over the two thousand years since she became Queen of the Fairy Kingdom, this passion of hers has been erased by the passage of time.

Morgan is now focusing on Dewey and Bavanshi.

There is also the land of the fairies, Britain.

"Hmph, if you, Mother, wore these clothes, you would definitely attract Du Wei!"

"...Is what Bawanshi said...really true?"

As expected, what needs to be discussed still needs to be discussed.