The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

At this moment, she seemed to be planning to answer some of the man's questions in exchange for this somewhat extreme experience.

that's the truth.

Meili quickly spoke:

"You should have sensed it—if I had been in Chaldea from the beginning, you would have discovered me long ago."

"so……"

"I wasn't here from the beginning. I'm just like you, living out my life in some form as it should be."

"Ian, you should understand what I mean, right?"

"..."

Mary's words made Ian stunned for a moment.

Then, he realized what Mary's words meant.

"Merry...are you kidding me?"

"Are you constantly going through the same things as me?"

"I know you won't be able to accept it."

Mary stood up. Her physique seemed to be very different from that of ordinary girls. Even after suffering such a level of "violence", she recovered quickly.

“But that’s the reality.”

"Have you ever thought about how your daughter, Mordred, could come to you before Altria and Morgan, even though they both cared so much about you?"

"..."

"Isn't it because she is lucky?" Ian gave his usual understanding.

"She herself said that she has always had good luck."

"Do you really think so?"

Mary approached Ian step by step, even though there was the sound of dripping water in the room.

"Leaving everything to luck—is such a thing really possible?"

"..."

Ian stopped Mellie.

He knew that he couldn't just follow the other person's thinking - no one knew whether what the flower magician said was true.

"What on earth do you want to say, Mary?"

"If you just want to say that Xiao Mo is not that lucky, it is absolutely impossible for me to be convinced by just this sentence."

"Of course, I can't impress you with just these words."

Mary gently pushed Ian's hands away from her, and then leaned against his strong chest.

She whispered after her proud enthusiasm changed slightly in front of the man.

"Although I know you may not be willing...but can you hold me tight just once?"

"..."

For some reason, the man always felt that there was a hint of sadness in Mary's words.

No.

To be more precise, it should be the feeling of fatigue.

She looked like she had experienced many things that men had never known.

So……

If it's just a hug, that might be fine.

Ian hesitated for a while, but finally, as Mary wished, he slowly put his hands together behind her back.

At this moment, the two people look like a couple, hugging each other.

It took a long time for Mary to recover.

"Okay... This kind of experience is really new to me."

"..."

Ian lifted Mary's chin, forcing her to look at him.

Practice has proved that this is indeed the "best" way of communication for Mary.

"Explain to me clearly—what exactly do you want to express to me?"

"Otherwise...it would feel a bit like you're deceiving me, right?"

"But I actually told you what was going on from the beginning."

Mary leaned her head on the man's hand obediently, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being ordered by him.

"These things are definitely not just a coincidence."

"If the Mordred who is by your side now can be called lucky, then can't the Mordred who has experienced a different life also be called lucky?"

"And if there are one or more women who are worthy of being called 'lucky', then how do we define who is the luckiest one? And how do we determine who is worthy of being by your side?"

"Ian...Have you ever thought about these questions?"

Meili's tone was very calm, and it even felt like she was talking about what she had eaten this morning.

But this does not affect the man's understanding of her thoughts.

"what do you mean--"

"Are these things predetermined?"

"You can say yes, you can say no."

Meili said this while looking at the man in front of her.

Faced with this ambiguous answer, Ian was no longer as angry as before - because he could feel that Mary was indeed stating the facts.

In that case, I should respond to her in a straightforward manner.

"Merry, please be more specific—I want to understand what you mean."

"..."

Mary was silent.

It was obvious that she was thinking about how to answer Ian's question.

After a while, the Flower Magician spoke again.

"If I really want to explain—"

"Perhaps it is indeed as you said, many things are destined before they happen."

"but……"

Mary's eyes fell on Ian in front of her.

"You seem to be a rather special existence—for you, these things that should be controlled layer by layer like shackles based on certain causes and conditions are somehow able to find some way to break through them."

"Ian, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"..."

The man's lips moved slightly.

It was obvious that he had originally intended to refute Mary's words.

But in the end, what he said was that he agreed with what the other party said.

"at this point."

"Merry, I'll tell you the truth - I once heard a voice I don't know who said something very similar to me."

"That person... is it you?"

"..."

Mary tilted her head slightly, then shook it.

"If I really want to make a fuss about it...I think I only said a few words to you when I asked you to find that fake Guinevere."

"Wait a moment."

Ian stopped Mellie.

"You mean—are there others like you?"

"Maybe?" Mary shrugged. "But that kind of thing isn't important to me."

"I……"

"I just thought you were interesting, so I came to you like this. As for what happens or what it causes, that has nothing to do with me."

"..."

A statement that fits Mary's personality very well.

Or should I say she is just like that.

Ian was still thinking, but Mary continued talking.

"Now that you've discovered me, I won't continue being a magical girl idol anymore. I only started this because I thought it was fun."

"Now that you, who are more interesting, are here, there's no need to continue."

"No." Ian stopped Mary.

"Chaldea needs you to continue playing this role now—otherwise, everyone will be on edge."

"..."

"is it?"

Mary moved closer to Ian.

The flower-like scent from her body penetrated directly into the man's nostrils.

"Then can I take it that you are making a request of me?"

"..."

"Merry, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing." Meili smiled calmly. "If it's a request, there must be a price, right?"

Saying this, the Flower Magician walked forward a little.

Then the man felt that she and he had become closer, as if they were originally one.

"Decided."

"I need to change my identity—well, I'll become a news anchor whose true identity is discovered and she's completely controlled and humiliated by all the men. What do you say?"

"Do you like this identity so much?"

"Then don't you like it?"

Meili looked the man straight in the eye and continued.

"Isn't an object that allows you to manipulate it like you just did much safer than other beings?"

"...It sounds like you're controlling my freedom, doesn't it?"

"maybe."

"..."

"..."

The two of them stopped talking, but they reached a kind of agreement tacitly.

The first virtual anchor "raised" by Chaldea seemed to be born at this moment.

7③1. Meili: I belong to him (4k)