The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Nightingale actually didn't like to look at someone from this perspective.

After all, what she has always believed in is to rescue the injured through scientific means.

But Ian is an exception.

His existence made Nightingale realize that her vision was actually somewhat limited.

But that's okay--

Just follow him, right?

This man... can do anything.

"You can't say that..." Ian gently stroked Nightingale's head. "It's your determination that made it possible."

"I'm just an assistant."

“I won’t listen.” Nightingale “denied” the man’s words. “Whatever I feel, that’s what it is—including now.”

"Ian, I want you to prove that I am a wife who is no less capable than Nero."

“This might be a little difficult…”

Ian's denial was not accepted by Nightingale.

She still did what she wanted to do - such as making a delicious stuffed sandwich to test whether Ian liked the cooking method.

Gollum—

Helena's throat moved slightly.

The wonderful time in front of her was still a little too exciting for her, so much so that she even began to stutter when speaking.

Finally, she, who was left aside, could no longer bear the loneliness and spoke:

"Speaking of which-"

"How far does this usually go before it's considered over?"

“…” Nightingale tilted her head slightly and replied in confusion.

"There are no fixed limits to this kind of thing; it generally depends on objective and psychological conditions."

"But for Ian—"

Nightingale looked back at her chest.

She understood a truth - excellent things cannot be concealed no matter what.

“Maybe there’s no upper limit?”

"what……"

Helena wanted to say something more, but after witnessing Nightingale's eloquence once again, she was speechless.

"Okay, you guys continue..."

"You can do whatever you want," Nightingale said suddenly. "If you keep suppressing your thoughts, you will eventually be overwhelmed."

"In fact, it's not something to be ashamed of if you can properly guide yourself to vent in a healthy way."

"Helena, as the commander of this war, you must be very tired, right?"

"..."

Nightingale was certainly right.

Ian and the United Kingdom troops she led encountered a head-on attack from Maeve's Celtic Legion.

Helena was tense the whole time.

After all, if the command was not done well at any time, or if there was a slight negligence, it might allow the Celtic Legion to find time to attack Ian and Nightingale.

Fortunately,

The Vice President of the United Kingdom does have a considerable amount of command experience that can be called valuable.

At the same time, these are the robot troops that only she can control.

The combination of all these conditions made it possible for Ian to face Maeve directly.

Now...she was indeed a little tired.

"So... I'm tired, so what?"

Helena looked at the two people in front of her who were so close, and her tone hesitated again.

"There's nothing I can do."

"..."

Nightingale paused for a moment.

She looked at Helena who said this and asked a very powerful question.

"Are you really tired?"

"what?"

"Answer me...are you tired or not?"

"……Um."

"Okay." Nightingale's gaze returned to the man in front of her.

"I can allow you to join - but you have to agree to one condition."

"Article, conditions?"

"Yeah." Nightingale nodded.

"That is, if someone competes with me for Ian in the future—"

"You must stand by me unconditionally—after this is done, we can enjoy Ian together."

"Of course, you have to follow my ideas first, but I will ensure that you also have the right to make suggestions."

"This……"

Helena could tell at a glance that this was Nightingale trying to grab "votes".

anyway--

If it is true that all the people in that truck are Ian's wives, then we really need to prepare for a rainy day.

Otherwise...it would take a long time just to queue up!

But if you join in like this...

It seems not too reserved.

Just as Helena was struggling, Ian simply picked her up.

"You, what are you doing?!"

"nothing--"

Ian smiled.

"I said I would support Nightingale, and this kind of thing naturally also applies."

"But why are you hugging me?"

"Let you try it—" Ian shook his finger, "If it's good, then you shouldn't miss it, right?"

"Eh?"

The cold wind was still blowing at night.

But Helena felt a warmth she had never felt before tonight.

Or should I say——

It created an unprecedented warmth.

"Is this what a husband is?..."

600. Nightingale's Morning Exercise Record/Helena Entering into Fantasy (4k)

The next day.

Ian woke up early.

The man opened his eyes and saw Nightingale and Helena sleeping on his left and right.

Although they looked a little messy, both of them looked obviously very happy.

Especially Helena.

Having just experienced Ian's craftsmanship, she felt as comfortable as a piece of mud.

At first glance, it's kind of cute.

Nightingale's words are relatively stable.

Of course, the so-called stability is not that stable.

It's just not that exaggerated compared to Helena.

but--

The man's mind was not here at the moment. There was someone else he wanted to contact.

He gently lifted Helena and Nightingale's heads slightly, then temporarily got up from the back seat of the car and left.

Although it is a singularity, apart from the Celtic legions that should not exist in this era, the situation here is actually not much different from the original world.

Taking out the communication device, Ian quickly contacted Chaldea.

"BB, we've got a Holy Grail. Have you contacted Ritsuka yet?"

This is what the demon girl said before.

If you want to see her, just express your intention directly. Don't beat around the bush. She doesn't like that.

"You've got it already?"

"The pigs are really efficient—but unfortunately, Chaldea still hasn't contacted Fujimaru Ritsuka, and..."

BB hesitated to speak, as if worried that his next words would affect Ian's mood.

But how could Ian be such a person?

He quickly spoke:

"BB, just tell me directly if you have anything to say - you should know that I don't like this kind of secretive feeling either."

"If you don't explain clearly, I won't play those devil games with you when we return to Chaldea."

"Don't!"

This sentence accurately hit the devil girl's sore spot.

"That's what BB said—actually, although Chaldea couldn't contact Fujimaru Ritsuka, they detected her signal."

"Signal?"

The man suddenly realized something.

"BB, what you want to talk about is not the signal from our communication device, right?"

Chaldea's communication device can send signals across time periods - on the one hand, this is to quickly confirm the location of the Masters, and on the other hand, it is also to facilitate the positioning of spirit particle transmission.

Now I can detect the signal but I can't contact the person...

Doesn't this mean that Fujimaru Ritsuka himself refuses to communicate with Chaldea?

"Yes, it is……"

BB's tone became a little embarrassed.

Calculation or search is her strength. This kind of thinking logic of human action cannot be achieved through simple computational thinking.

"..."

Knowing that BB was upset because he couldn't help him, Ian quickly spoke to comfort her: