The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Eh--"

Mordred's mouth moved.

Ian knew that was the reaction when one wanted to say something but couldn't say it for some reason.

Ever since——

In a rather delicate atmosphere, a discussion about Mashu's Great Cross Shield just "ended".

But Ian wouldn't give up.

Even though Mashu gave up her own opportunity, it doesn't mean he would do the same.

If she couldn't ask the question, she would continue on her own.

With this thought in mind, Ian made a date with his daughter Modred.

Under the pretext of strolling around, the two of them walked one after the other along the aisles of Chaldea.

only--

Both Ian and Mordred understood that this time it would definitely not be just a simple walk.

"..."

"..."

A silent atmosphere spread between the father and daughter, and finally made them walk slower and slower.

Finally, the usually lively Mordred could no longer stand this atmosphere.

She took the initiative to speak:

"Father, you have something to ask me, right? Of course you do!"

"So you know it too."

Ian's hand gently stroked Modred's head, each stroke filled with affection for her.

"I thought you'd never find out."

"How could he not notice—" Mordred puffed up his cheeks. "If it were any other father, he would definitely be talking to me right now!"

"Not saying anything now... doesn't that just mean I did something wrong?"

"..."

"It's not easy for you to understand." Ian smiled slightly, "Then I won't hide it anymore - Mordred, tell me, why didn't you say more about Galalad just now?"

"You should know how much Mashu is looking forward to it, right?"

"Although I know you must have your reasons, if it's just something insignificant, it's a bit too much."

"Eh……"

Listening to his father Ian's words, which were not harsh but each word hit the heart accurately, Mordred looked very embarrassed.

"Of course I have my reasons..."

"Then tell me."

Ian's hand stopped on Mordred's head. That was the "order" of a father.

"What on earth is going on?"

"..."

He was silent for a moment, perhaps because he knew that he could not go against his father Ian's words, or perhaps because he realized that what he was doing was indeed wrong.

Mordred finally spoke.

only--

As soon as she opened her mouth, she almost shocked Ian to his feet.

"because--"

"Gaharad...hates me."

"Wha, what?"

Strictly speaking, Mordred, like Galahad, belongs to the "Second Generation of the Knights of the Round Table" - that is, they are not knights appointed by King Arthur Altria, but new Knights of the Round Table recruited after Morgan came to power.

and so--

If there really was a conflict between Galahad and Mordred...

Ian discovered that it was indeed possible that he didn't know.

"So what's the reason?"

"Why would he hate you? If, as you say, Galalad is a descendant of Lancelot, then he would at least have some recognition among his peers, right?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"I have no idea……"

Mordred shook his head, and his terrible expression looked like he was recalling something bad.

"Father."

"Do you remember what I told you? Mother will suddenly leave Britain at some point in the future, when I will be old enough to inherit the throne."

"And you became the third king of Britain, right?"

"But it was done very badly."

Ian sighed, and then said with some heartache the fact that he had been trying to avoid all along.

"Everything that's written about you—without exception—says that you destroyed Britain."

"..."

Mordred's expression became even more embarrassed.

"Yes, I'm sorry—I really don't have the talent to be a king."

"I should have realized this sooner."

"It's not your fault," Ian said. "Your mother Morgan must have considered this before she decided to do this - I think I've told you once."

"As for the destruction of all this..."

The man's expression became complicated.

"Although I can't explain to you exactly what happened at the moment—but even if it weren't for you, Britain would have ended in a different way."

"Eh?"

Mordred raised his head, and there was a little more light in his eyes that were exactly the same as Altria's.

"Father, is this true?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Ian hugged Mordred. "But—please tell me as much as you can about how Gaharad will hate you."

"Whatever it is, tell me more."

"okay, I get it."

Perhaps as a child who listens to his father, Mordred quickly told Ian everything he could.

After that, she may have realized that she seemed to have lost her composure. After saying a simple goodbye, she quickly left her father's sight, as if she was going somewhere to calm down.

Ian didn't try to keep her - because he knew he also needed some time to think.

"Is publicly blaming Mordred an ugly imitation of Altria?"

"At the same time, are you also thinking of disbanding the Knights of the Round Table?"

"This is really..."

The man had never expected such a situation to happen.

After he left, there seemed to be even more terrible turmoil spreading in Britain.

But at this moment——

Ian, who originally thought there might be some hidden secret in this, saw a scene he absolutely did not want to see.

Mary, dressed in her usual clothes, was strolling along the aisles of Chaldea.

From her aimless behavior and slightly dim eyes, the man could feel one thing - that is, she was lost!

This is not surprising.

Chaldea itself is located in the South Pole, so it has an extremely large area.

If it’s your first time here…it’s really easy to get lost!

but!

This is not the reason for Mary to be here!

Didn’t I tell her not to come out of that room no matter what?

No!

We have to hide her quickly!

Ian thought so, and then quickly moved to Mary's side and pulled her to an empty corner before anyone else saw her.

"you!"

Looking at Mary's expressionless face in front of him, Ian was both anxious and angry.

"Didn't I tell you - don't come out without my permission, no matter what. What if you get discovered?"

"No one will find out."

"No one will find out?"

"Yeah." Mary nodded.

"Ian—"

"Have you forgotten? I can change the way other people see me—in short, I can make them ignore my existence."

"Even if it's like this..."

As Mary spoke, she took Ian's hand, as if she had grasped something that she had been extremely looking forward to but ultimately failed to grasp.

After a blush crept onto the girl's cheeks, she continued:

"No one will be aware of my presence—they'll just think you're talking to the air."

"..."

Ian had to admit that he was a little anxious.

He had forgotten that behind this so-called virtual anchor was one of the best flower magicians in Britain during the Age of Gods.

It is indeed not difficult to hide one's whereabouts like this.

"Ok."

Ian pulled his hand away.

"I forgot—I'm sorry."

"But...I should have told you that this isn't the time for you to come out, right?"

"If you need anything, you can also contact me through the things in the room - BB will help you do it."

"Ah."

Meili did not deny the man's words, but acknowledged it all very actively.

"But you're talking about a situation where nothing happens."

"I...that's not the case right now."

"what?"

Ian was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

"Merry—did you discover something again?"

"I've discovered something." Meili looked at the man in front of her and said, "Everything in this world is predetermined."