The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

"You guys really say whatever you want."

Once again, Ian trained this virtual anchor who had just taken office not long ago in Mary's live broadcast room.

only--

She seemed to be enjoying it.

"Ask a question."

"Don't mention it."

"Ask a question."

"...Okay, go ahead."

“Why is the method this time different from the previous ones?”

"you guess."

"I can't guess—"

"Your punishment."

"I see—but actually, it makes no difference to me. Since it's me, the speed of absorbing magic power is the same."

"You've got it figured out."

Ian sighed helplessly, but he could do nothing except comb her ponytails properly.

This is the second time I have come to this live broadcast room with this name.

I have to say, Mary's existence is truly magical - no matter what happened last time, she can always recover to her best appearance next time to chat with me.

But Ian is not a vegetarian either.

There's no girl who's impossible to understand—it just takes some time to find her weaknesses.

Finally, as the microphone in Mary's hand fell to the ground, Ian realized that he had done everything he should do.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, he suddenly heard Mary's quite normal question.

"Speaking of which-"

"Master, have you discovered something?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't come to see me at this time, right?"

"You're quite clever at times like this."

Ian stopped Mary's head from tilting back and looked into her eyes.

"Merry."

"Do you remember the magic you cast on Gaharad?"

Although she looked uncomfortable, Mary unexpectedly enjoyed it.

She tilted her head back but nodded.

"Well, of course I remember—was it the magic that was cast to ensure his acceptance into France?"

"What's going on?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, and then told Mary his discovery.

"..."

"So that's it."

"..."

Meili's reaction was as calm as ever.

Ian couldn't even tell if this was her usual reaction or if she really didn't feel much about what he said.

But Meili seemed to have understood all this long ago and continued quickly:

"So you think that if that's the case, then Mash and Galahad have some kind of soul connection, right?"

"Ah."

The man nodded.

This is not difficult to understand.

After all, Galahad lived in the British era, if he must be related to the present Mashu.

The biggest possibility is interaction at the soul level.

but--

After he said this, Ian saw that Mary's reaction was still not as excited and exaggerated as he had imagined.

The man realized that the Flower Magician had a mind of his own.

And this is indeed the case.

As the conversation deepened, Mary, who had absorbed some magic power, continued to develop her own speculations.

"Master... I think things may not be as simple as we thought."

"what do you mean?"

"Because I was thinking—"

Mary looked at her master, and her tone changed.

"Since our child was able to give Mashu a 'Noble Phantasm', I think it's very likely that it's not just about the 'soul' level."

"after all--"

"I don't think something like that can be accomplished with just one 'soul'."

"..."

Ian thought about it and soon realized that Mary was right.

Yes.

A treasure that can be used in combat obviously cannot be obtained by just simple contact.

There must be a reason why Mash was able to "take" it from Galahad.

only--

Ian couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for the reason.

But he knew.

Since Mary said so, she must have her reasons.

"So, what do you think it's going to be like, Mellie—tell me."

"It's a simple truth."

"If the Great Cross Shield itself is a 'Noble Phantasm', then shouldn't we just think about how to obtain it?"

"..."

Mary's words woke Ian up.

"Wait, Mellie, you mean..."

"Yes."

Mary nodded.

"Galahad, most likely, also became a Servant."

"In that case—"

"Only then can you have a Noble Phantasm, right?"

762. Ian's Exclusive Cat Merry/Servants Summoned by Chaldea (4k)

"..."

The moment Mary gave her guess, Ian's expression suddenly became serious.

"Merry, you mean... our child has become a Servant?"

"..."

Mary tilted her head back and looked at Ian for a moment, then nodded.

"Well, theoretically it should be like this—"

"Theoretically?"

"Yes." Mary nodded again. "Because there's no evidence to support my theory, right?"

"All of this is just my guess in this situation, right?"

"..."

Ian really couldn't refute what Mary said.

For him, he really couldn't find any evidence to support Mary's guess.

we can even say……

This is nonsense.

Chaldea needs to go through strict procedures to summon servants (at least before the explosion).

After all, no one knows how strong the servant who responds to the summon will be.

If you are not careful, the Master may die because of this.

and so--

Every summoning must be done with extreme caution. From this point of view, Leif did nothing wrong.

"Okay, I've finished speaking."

With her head tilted back and a calm expression, Mary looked at her most "beloved" master, and her tone seemed to have become much gentler in the process.

From the slight breath she exhaled, it could be seen that the Flower Magician was no longer the same as she was at the beginning.

"Master...isn't it time for you to do something?"

"..."

Ian glanced at Mary, feeling her eyes that seemed calm yet revealed her feelings for him.

"Ah."

"I see--"

It has to be said that although Mary doesn't pay much attention to the scale when she speaks, it even feels like she is completely over the line.

But she is truly first-rate—in every sense of the word.

"You are such a greedy little cat."

As Ian said this, he gently kissed Mary, who had her head tilted back.

I don't know how long it took—

Mary sat on Ian.

Contented, she just collapsed on the man's chest, breathing deeply, and even her voice had a hint of coquettishness.

"I like you so much... I like you so much... I like you so much... Why do I like you so much..."

"I've said that many times."

Ian helped Mary up and gently patted her face, as if he were treating a completely tamed cat.

"But what's going on with you—why do you always act like you're drunk? This can't be an act, right?"

"Ah."