The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But now it seems that this worry is not only unnecessary, but also quite redundant.

Helena's attitude was clearly completely inclined towards Chaldea - although the reasons for reaching an agreement might be slightly different, it could be considered a case of reaching the same conclusion.

"I understand what you mean—but if you side with us, it would seem to be quite dangerous, wouldn't it?"

"I understand you want to support us, but Helena, my advice is best not to do so."

Ian's hand gently stroked Helena's head, looking quite gentle.

"It's good enough that you don't have this intention - leave the rest to me and Nightingale."

"I...can't let you take this risk."

Ian thought that after he said this, Helena would give up.

But in fact it is not the case.

In stark contrast, Helena's attitude was even more resolute than before.

"You didn't ask me to take the risk, I chose to do it myself!"

"My life and my actions will not change because of other people's choices - I just want to do what I want to do."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen to run away that night when I was forced to get married."

This is something Helena mentioned.

She did have a marriage contract with someone else, but on the night she confirmed this, she left her home.

The next time she appeared, she had become a master of Theosophy.

This is a rather special discipline that emerged in London, England. In a sense, it has a very deep origin with magic, but it is essentially different from magic.

To put it simply, they probably don't want to use magic to reach the source, but want to use magic to witness the existence of "God".

Everything in the world is created by God.

The entire subject of Theosophy can be described in this sentence.

However, what Ian cared about at the moment was not this, but the unwavering determination and desire to stick to her own beliefs in life emanating from Helena.

This feeling is really familiar...

By the way, didn’t Nightingale say something similar to me?

If that's the case, it's impossible for me to support only one and not the other, right?

"I understand. If that's what you think, then I must accept your help."

Ian held Helena in his arms a little tighter.

This has nothing to do with lust, but simply an acknowledgement of her behavior.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"It's a very simple truth—" Helena took a deep breath and continued to describe her plan.

"As President Edison said, the United Kingdom is carrying out a century-long plan—and now is exactly the middle period."

"If I remember correctly, some of you have already seen the factories in the United Kingdom, right?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded. "If you put it that way, that's exactly what happened."

Although he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, the man did not lie.

After all, his two daughters, Modred and Gareth, woke up in a place like that.

"Actually... I'm also qualified to start the assembly lines of these factories, so if I want, they can work for me."

"..."

Ian suddenly realized something, and he found that he seemed to understand Helena's plan.

"Do you want to take control of the entire assembly line and use it to threaten Edison?"

This is completely doable - after all, in the highly modernized United Kingdom, many materials must go through the factory assembly line before they can be combined.

If Helena could really control the entire assembly line, then Edison would actually be in an extremely passive situation.

Of course, doing this will definitely not be without cost.

As the president of the United States, Edison would never allow Helena to control his assembly line.

He will certainly try every possible means to resist, and then the United Kingdom will inevitably face a desperate outcome.

"Helena... aren't you going to let us help?"

"Yeah." Helena nodded very seriously. At this moment, she was exuding the aura of a great scholar from the inside out.

"This isn't a problem you caused—how could I possibly ask you to solve it? That would be too shameless."

"My conscience, my duty, and my honor will not allow me to do such a thing."

"So even if it's all dangerous and I might even get killed, I must control the United Kingdom's assembly line and oppose Edison!"

"It's just that this time may be a little longer..."

"..."

Listening to Helena's cautious yet obvious temptation, Ian did not respond directly.

He has his own plans and also has to consider Chaldea.

However, it is entirely possible to follow Helena's advice to the greatest extent possible.

After pondering for a moment, Ian chose a relatively compromising approach.

"My sense of responsibility doesn't allow me to put everything on you - I think you are a trustworthy person."

Ian said this to Helena who was wrapped in a bathrobe.

"So I choose to give you a deadline. Before that, I won't take any action. Helena, you have to arrange everything yourself."

"But if it's beyond that, I'll do it right away - I have my work to do."

"Helena, do you think this is okay?"

This was obviously a huge concession, so Helena would naturally not be so inconsiderate.

"I understand. If that's the case... I'll take action immediately!"

"But before that, can I ask you a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"I'm sitting on your lap like this...do you feel anything?"

"Feel?"

Of course, Ian understood the emotions contained in Helena's words, but he also knew that he had to take Nightingale's feelings into consideration.

Otherwise, if she gets angry, who knows what she will do.

"Well... if I were to put it that way, you give me the same feeling as Florence Nightingale right now."

"Ah, if there's a chance..."

"So what if there's a chance?!"

"nothing."

"Don't speak half your words, you bastard!"

So, with Helena's complaints, it should have been a relatively pleasant night.

But Ian didn't expect that things would take a turn for the better again.

The United Kingdom welcomed a new guest.

That was someone Ian knew in the London Singularity.

"Tesla...why are you here?"

604. Nightingale's Pregnancy Plan/Tesla's High Respect (4k)

Standing at the top of the United Kingdom is none other than Nikola Tesla, the great scientist who has always believed in the power of mankind and whom Ian saw in the London singularity.

But he is a little different at this moment than he was back then.

Well... to describe it accurately, it's probably become a bit more casual.

There was no longer the momentum that he had when he shot down Zouken Matou with one shot.

But this does not affect Ian's doubts.

This guy...why is he here?

"Is this that guy's kingdom?" Tesla stood on top of the building, arms folded across his chest, staring at everything below him. "It's so ugly it's almost ridiculous."

"That's all—"

"Let's just wait and see what this guy's century of hard work is all about."

Having said this, the great scientist, who was in his twenties, jumped directly from a tall building and came to the streets of the United Kingdom.

Of course, Ian couldn't miss the opportunity to meet him - after all, he knew that Tesla would not appear here for no reason.

"Helena Nightingale, follow me!"

"..."

"..."

Although they had no idea of Ian's intentions, Helena and Nightingale followed Ian without saying a word.

The three of them started tracking Tesla together.

but--

In less than two minutes, the pursuit was declared over.

After turning a corner, Ian saw Tesla.

This time, he had transformed a cannon-like object into something in his hand. From the glowing caliber, it could be seen that he was preparing to launch an attack.

But after seeing Ian, Tesla was stunned at first, and then he stopped the cannon barrel that was emitting blue light.

He spoke in a rather surprised tone:

"Ian Pendragon?"

"Why are you in every era?"

"..."

Ian really didn't know how to refute this statement for a moment, and he knew that Tesla had no ill intentions.

"I should be the one asking you this, Tesla."

"Why are you here?"

"..."

Tesla was silent for a moment, then looked around and pointed to a coffee shop.

"Let's go sit over there and talk slowly."

A few minutes later.

A group of people came to the coffee shop.

Thanks to Edison's Centennial Plan, the United Kingdom of this era already possesses technology that is not inferior to modern technology.

It can be said that what you drink here is no different from what you get in Chaldea.

But precisely because of this, Ian felt his heart becoming more and more conflicted.

"It's really good." Tesla took a sip of coffee and gave this evaluation.

"This guy Edison really has a talent for this kind of boring stuff."

"..."

Hearing Tesla mention Edison again, Helena finally couldn't suppress her inner doubts.

"Perhaps this is not very polite—"