The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Mordred used methods that were more in line with her own style.

It means gathering the magic power into a hard enough shape, and then chopping it down with brute force.

She thinks she is very handsome like this.

Where Is My Father?

Level: EX

Type: Anti-personnel Noble Phantasm

A Noble Phantasm that activates synchronously when Mordred is summoned.

Specifically, it manifests itself in problems that have always troubled her.

For the Master who can answer this question, Mordred will fight with all his might.

If Masetr cannot answer this question, Mordred will begin to doubt his ability.

True name release can only be performed when the Master is Ian.

"Yes, you are my daughter."

After acknowledging this fact, the Noble Phantasm will be destroyed.

In this state, Mordred's luck is greatly improved.

94. Is Mashu's boyfriend fantasy coming true? (-word chapter)

After a flash of light.

Ian found himself back in the same corridor.

He suddenly realized that perhaps the loading of the simulation battle had already begun after he followed Mashu through the door.

That’s why you can use “Servants” directly as soon as you enter.

What kind of Chaldean black technology is this?

Ian couldn't help but sigh.

"Fufufu, Fufu?"

A familiar voice came, and Ian looked down at his feet, only to see Fu Fu looking at him with great resentment.

What he had just said was also quickly translated in Ian's brain.

"A man and a woman alone in the same room, is this satisfactory?"

Seeing Fu Fu like this, Ian wanted to tease it.

"Yes." He pretended to be serious and said, "I and Mashu have finished everything we need to do. Thank you so much for your help, Fufu."

"Fufufu (you bastard)!"

"Is this urgent?"

Looking at Fu Fu's angry look, Ian felt extremely comfortable.

Mashu looked nervous.

"Senior, please don't joke with Fu Fu like this."

"It's my friend and takes everything about me seriously."

"..."

Ian glanced at Mashu, then at Fufu.

"Okay, my question."

He bent down and extended his hand toward Fu Fu.

"Fufu, I was just lying to you. I didn't actually do anything."

Ian wasn't lying.

During the simulated battle, his attention was completely focused on Mordred and everything related to him.

He didn't put much energy into other things.

Looking at the hand stretched out towards her, Fu Fu hesitated for a moment, but still responded with her own claws.

"Fufufu."

"You want to lie on my shoulders?"

"Fu." Fu Fu nodded.

"hiss……"

Ian glanced at Matthew, who was looking at him expectantly.

no way.

Even if you are pretending to be a good person, you have to keep pretending.

"Okay, if you like it so much, then come up."

As soon as Ian finished speaking, Fu Fu climbed onto his shoulders in no time.

His movements were so skillful that one could tell at a glance that he was definitely a repeat offender.

But there is one thing to say.

This guy is really light, and his fur looks very fluffy when it's blown up.

I feel like if I throw it from somewhere high, it might float in the air for a very long time.

Seeing Fu Fu lying on Ian's shoulder, Mashu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"Senior, you are really a very special person."

"very special?"

"Yeah." Mashu nodded, then looked at Fu Fu who was lying on Ian's shoulder.

"You are the only person besides me that Fu Fu is willing to contact!"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"Maybe this is fate."

This is certainly not fate.

Simply exposing to Mashu the fact that he and Fufu shared a common hatred for Merlin would not only be meaningless, but would also easily lead to the question of "Who is Merlin?"

It will be troublesome to explain then.

Don't mention anything that shouldn't be mentioned.

"If that's the case—"

Ian looked at Fu Fu who was lying on his shoulder.

"Where did it go just now? Didn't it join us in the simulated battle?"

"Yeah." Matthew nodded.

"Fufu doesn't seem to like the place...so every time, Sumire will wait for me outside."

"dislike?"

Ian looked at Fufu, and Fufu looked at Ian.

Their eyes met.

The next moment came Fu Fu's response.

"Fufufu, Fufufufu (Why are you looking at Fufu? Fufu has the right to make her own choice)."

walk slowly.

Ian decided not to take it too seriously.

At least this guy helped me find Mashu.

Otherwise, in such a large country like Chaldea, if one really wanted to explore every route one by one, it would be an unimaginable amount of work.

And at this moment, Mashu's voice came again.

"That, senior."

"What's wrong, Mash?"

"It's just..." Mashu lowered her head, looking very embarrassed.

"It's getting late, do you...want to go to dinner with me?"

"Okay."

Ian agreed without hesitation - there was no need to refuse such a request to further understand the situation in Chaldea.

"But Mashu, I don't have a penny on hand."

"no problem!"

Mashu quickly took out a card from her clothes.

"I am an official member here, and all expenses can be paid with it!"

"I'll just ask Senior Ian!"

"Oh--"

Ian smiled in response.

"Thank you for your help, Mashu."

"I'll pay you back when I have the chance."

"Hmm~"

Mashu seemed happy to be able to help.

"Senior, come this way."

"it is good."

In the following time, Ian learned some more information about Chaldea from Mashu.

For example, the director who presided over the simulated battle program mentioned earlier was actually Olga Marie.

For example, Chaldea's supplies were actually transported by helicopter.

It was as if Matthew had found a tree hole where she could pour out everything, and she poured out many things she knew into Ian's ears.

Looking at her like this, Ian felt a hint of pity.

How long have you been holding this in?

Probably noticed Ian's gaze.

Mashu stopped talking.

She avoided Ian's sight and said:

"Um, Senior...does my chattering make you feel a little disgusted?"

"Nope."

Ian smiled.

"I think it's amazing that you can remember so many things."

"Mashu, you must have deep feelings for Chaldea, right?"

"This one……"

Mashu's expression became a little complicated, and then it turned into a forced smile.

"well enough."

"That's right, senior."