The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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She just snapped her fingers, and countless flowers appeared out of thin air, looking like servants who had sensed the call.

"look--"

Mary waved her hand, and the flowers she summoned here began to spin in the air, and then formed an arc and a line segment, combining into a semicircle that looked quite neat.

"If we only consider these two points, whether it's an arc or a line segment, the mouth should be able to reach the other side."

"..."

Ian was not stupid, and he reacted quickly.

"Ms. Avalon, are you trying to say that the original world was a line segment, and we've now turned it into an arc?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

After hearing Ian give the explanation she wanted to hear, Mary reached out and shook all the flowers away.

"so--"

"I think... there's nothing to worry about. We're just delaying the same thing a little bit."

"..."

Ian couldn't tell whether Mary was comforting herself or telling the so-called truth.

But the Flower Magician seemed to have heard the man's thoughts and quickly spoke:

"This is the truth - I won't lie, it's just that many people misunderstood what I meant."

"Mr. Avalon, you will believe me, right?"

"..."

Facing Mary's straightforward gaze that would make any girlfriend worried, Ian naturally nodded.

"I know you wouldn't lie to me—I'm just afraid I might misunderstand you."

"Then get to know me better."

Mary spread her hands.

"Isn't it good to know someone who 'loves' you?"

"maybe."

Ian followed Mary's example and held her open hands, one on each side.

"Let's wait a little longer... maybe we just don't have enough time."

"Ah."

Meili leaned against the man's chest, as if listening to his heartbeat.

But her expression was still indifferent, as if she had no emotions at all.

"We've waited so long—a little longer won't hurt."

You and Mary waited.

But no one knows you are in @&*…#78

[The cool wind blows on your cheeks, bringing the joy of autumn harvest.]

"..."

As the night drew to a close, Ian realized that his last bit of hope had been shattered.

On the day of the new moon, it is impossible for the self who has turned into a ghost to appear like this.

but……

Why is this so?

Listening to the "simulation" in his ear that had completely deceived him, Ian couldn't help but gasp.

He always felt that this journey was different from any previous one.

I felt like I had entered a thick fog, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't find a suitable way out.

But Mary was calm.

Or perhaps it should be said that she herself does not care about such things.

"It seems that there is no hope for tonight."

"Mr. Avalon, let's go back."

"……it is good."

Although I really don't want it to end here, it seems that this is the only way it can go.

【You fell asleep.】

[This is the most peaceful sleep you've had since returning here.]

【You didn’t dream, but slept until dawn. 】

When Ian woke up and heard the rare "simulated sound" that was not blurry in his ears, he couldn't help but feel it was a bit funny.

This kind of magic... seems a little rigid.

However, the man's attention quickly drifted away from such things.

Because he felt someone blowing in his ear - this seemed to be the reason why he woke up.

The culprit behind this is definitely...

Ian turned his head and saw Mary with a blushing face.

"You're awake, Mr. Avalon."

Although her expression remained calm, Ian could sense the heat in her tone.

Very urgent.

It should be said that it is very urgent.

She was already extremely anxious.

"How can I not wake up?"

Ian pushed the hot-breathing Mary a little away.

"You're coming this close."

"Well, I see."

"But let's not discuss this for now, okay—" Mary said this, and then moved closer. At this moment, she was more like a sticky and loyal dog than a cat.

"Mr. Avalon."

"Ms. Avalon wants to 'love' you so badly, she's already... running low on manpower."

"..."

After saying this, Mary took action without even waiting for Ian to answer whether she was willing or not.

Only then did the man realize that the parts of her hidden under the quilt were even more wonderful than her cheeks.

The magician's robe seemed too much of a disguise for her.

"Merry...why did you bring the bell with you? And..."

"Is it not good?"

Meili asked expressionlessly, looking at the man in front of her.

"Now you know you're training a cat, don't you? One shake is one training session."

"..."

"You're amazing—you can actually say that."

"but……"

Ian held Mary's hands on the left and right, firmly controlling this cat girl who had become crazy about something.

"That sounds quite interesting."

It's another time of mutual understanding.

Ian found that although Mary didn't say anything, what she was thinking about in her head was a game that was interesting enough.

For example...

The sound of bells.

At first, Ian thought he could just casually deal with it - after all, Mary's hobbies were quite wide-ranging.

But he soon discovered that this was not an easy training.

By controlling some things that should be controlled, the man discovered that the sounds of the bells when shaken were also different.

If done right...it could even produce some beautiful sounds.

This guy...did he set it up like this on purpose?

But...it's really quite interesting.

Ever since——

It was originally a simple cat training, but it turned into a duet between the two, whether intentionally or unintentionally arranged by the Flower Magician.

To be precise…

It should have been a solo.

Ian was in charge of the bells, while Mellie provided the backing vocals.

The strange tune of the couple was also formed at this moment.

I don't know how long it took—

"It's already noon."

Mary said this while lying in front of the window and looking outside expressionlessly.

"Mr. Avalon, is the sound you requested not ready yet?"

"In fact, it has been healed for a long time."

"I never pick on any noise." Ian held Mary's hands and looked outside as well.

"I just think it's interesting."

"is it?"