The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

It can be seen that men's words are still a little confusing to them.

for example--

Leave something behind—

What does it take to be considered something worth keeping?

However, while others were thinking about what to do, Scathach had already handed in her "answer".

She strode towards Ian, and then very generously and directly handed the Gae Bolg Alternative to the man.

"This thing should be okay, right?"

"This……"

Looking at the Shadow Kingdom spear in his hand that was shining with dark red light, Ian nodded.

"Of course you can—but Scathach, are you sure you really want to give it to me?"

"of course."

“This isn’t something unique to me.”

Having said this, Scathach clenched her fist slightly.

Soon, she had another Gae Bolg Alternative in her hand, which looked no different from the one she had just given away.

"Hmm? Do you understand now?"

"..."

"It really is."

Ian finally felt relieved, and then continued to speak to the other girls who still didn't understand what was going on.

"Just follow this level."

"Or even lower is fine—as long as what you give me is closely related to you."

"..."

With Scathach's "example", others soon took action.

I saw that it was Shuten-doji who had returned to his original appearance.

She took out a wine gourd and handed it to the man.

"Uncle, is this okay?"

"can."

Ian smiled slightly and stroked the head of the Oeyama Ghost King, as if to encourage her.

"But you only have one of this thing, right? Is it really okay to just give it to me?"

"That's nothing."

Shuten-doji said with a blushing face as he responded to Ian's words.

If she had a tail, she would probably be shaking it like a kitten by now, right?

"If it's just a wine gourd for drinking, we can always make another one. I'm just not sure if something of this level can be the tool that uncle used to bring me to Chaldea."

"..."

Ian could feel that Shuten-doji was really worried that he would not be able to go to Chaldea.

Although she is usually bold, she actually has a delicate mind that is far inconsistent with her appearance.

"Will do."

"I promise you that."

"It's a deal then!" Shuten-doji's eyes sparkled, "If uncle hadn't brought me to Chaldea—I would have cursed you for the rest of my life!"

After Shuten-douji, it was Ibaraki-douji.

But the "things" she gave seemed a little weird.

In front of everyone, Ibaraki Douji removed his arm and handed it to Ian in front of him.

"Is this ok?"

"I think it's much safer than the Shuten one, right?"

"no……"

Looking at the arm in front of him (the arm that was cut off by Watanabe Tsuna during the Heian-kyo period), Ian was a little amused and helpless.

"Let's forget about this - Ibaraki, you should have something else to give me, right?"

"But……"

Ibaraki Douji tilted his head slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

"I don't drink, and I don't have any strange habits."

“I really don’t know what to give.”

"..."

Ian pondered for a moment, then replied:

"Then give me something that you feel is... well... most closely connected to you. Anything will do."

"..."

Ian's words seemed to have hit upon Ibaraki Douji's magical train of thought.

She was seen taking action again.

But this time, there was some romantic behavior.

The second Oeyama Demon King (Ibaraki's self-proclaimed name) actually made slightly different movements from before.

She started from her neckline...

"No? Wait a minute!"

Looking at the thing that Ibaraki Douji handed to him, which was still somewhat warm, Ian became a little anxious.

"Isn't this even more wrong than what happened just now?"

"But this is something that really meets all the conditions--" Ibaraki Douji tilted his head and looked at the Great Onmyoji in a silly and cute way.

"why not?"

"..."

Before Ian could come up with a good reason to answer, Ibaraki Douji guessed the "answer" himself.

She suddenly cried out in sudden realization;

"I understand."

"You need to take the other side as well—I'm going to act now!"

Having said that, Ibaraki Douji really wanted to do it according to his own ideas.

For the second Oeyama Ghost King, it seemed reasonable for him to do anything shameless in front of Ian.

In a sense...

Her moral standards seemed to have completely become like Ian's.

"stop!"

Ian grabbed Ibaraki Douji's restless hand and sighed.

"I see."

"If that's the case—"

"This is it, but don't bring out anything else!"

"Ok!"

Ibaraki Douji nodded, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

The female flame ghost muttered softly, as if she had seen some extremely beautiful future.

"Abe-sama... you really like these things of mine..."

"From now on... there will be things to do."

The man did not hear Ibaraki Douji's whispered prayer, and he did not know that his behavior sent out an extremely wrong message.

original……

He likes such a "gift"?

Suddenly, this final "farewell" before leaving the singularity felt off.

"I'll be away for a moment—" Helena said.

"I'll leave for a while too—" Nightingale continued.

"Yeah... me too." Scathach, who had already completed her "answer sheet", suddenly ran away.

All of a sudden, only Shuten-douji was left by Ibaraki-douji's side.

"W-What the hell?"

The Ghost King of Oeyama always felt that he was lagging behind in something.

And this is indeed the case.

A few minutes later, the three people who had just left returned to Ian one after another.

only--

There was something wrong with what they were holding.

First up is Helena.

Ian could tell at a glance that this was something she had left in the car before for various reasons, but now it seemed to have been washed clean.

"Is this okay?"

"And... stop staring at it. It's the one you knew before!"

"No, you..."

"What?" Helena, who had caught the moment, decisively "fought back," "If you can take that little brat's, why can't an old lady like me take it?"

"I……"

Ian covered his forehead.

really.

Accepting Ibaraki Douji's things was a wrong decision.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Ian accepted Helena's "gift" reluctantly and then stared at her.

"Speaking of which-"

"If you give me this... wouldn't you be..."

"None of your business!" Helena waved her hand. "It will be over soon anyway—don't worry about the details!"

"alright."

Ian's gaze slowly fell on Nightingale.

He had an ominous premonition.

after all……

She looks like an angel in white on the outside, but actually has a suppressed and somewhat wild side in private.

Unfortunately, men's premonitions on matters like this are 100 percent accurate.

but--

Nightingale did not act as directly as Helena and Ibaraki Douji.