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She brought some good wine and just watched the man drink his wine.

"hey-hey……"

"Uncle..." Shuten-doji said this, and then recalled his time with him in Heian-kyo.

Poof.

The cork was pulled.

It has to be said that Shuten-doji is indeed inseparable from things like "fine wine".

Just by smelling it, Ian felt an unprecedented fragrance. Even without tasting it, he could conclude that the wine in front of him was definitely top-quality stuff.

Have a try.

Ian put down the cork in his hand and began to gently taste the wine, which looked of quite good quality.

What was a little unexpected to the man was that this seemingly ordinary wine had a burning sensation like fire after entering his throat.

There is such a rich sense of layering...

It surprised me that.

"Is it delicious?" Ibaraki Douji's voice came from the side. As she was carrying another bottle of wine, she seemed to be looking forward to the man's evaluation.

"not bad."

"That's good." Ibaraki Douji nodded. "Shuten has been trying very hard to get the secret from Miss Tamamonomae in order to do this."

"Ask for the secret?"

"Yeah." Ibaraki Douji nodded again to express his approval. "This time, it's probably the fifth set of formulas."

"..."

Ibaraki Douji's words shocked Ian again.

He didn't expect that Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji would put so much effort into brewing wine. It seemed like they were willing to pay any price to do this.

"You guys are really..."

Ian took another sip of the wine brought by Shuten-doji and felt that it tasted even better.

The recipe, which took a lot of time to adjust, combined with Shuten-doji's meticulously crafted wine storage device, is simply too delicious to be missed.

The man also felt that as he liked this kind of wine more and more, Shuten-doji was getting more and more happy from him.

After tasting Shuten-douji's wine, it's time to taste Ibaraki-douji's wine.

Perhaps she had just understood what to do, and she served the wine much faster than Shuten-doji, almost as if she had prepared it long ago.

But Ian didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, Ibaraki Douji has always done things this way.

The same tasting method, the same excellent reserve, the man's tongue gently touched the wine, and then discovered a new world.

A different taste...

But very similar.

If Shuten-douji's wine is a suddenly mutated raging fire, then Ibaraki-douji's wine tells you from the moment it enters your mouth that it is something designed to choke you.

Very intense and fierce.

I wish I could knock you down with one bite.

But with this kind of taste, you will feel a tingling sensation all over your body - it's not like a raging fire, but more like lightning.

A bolt of lightning struck from the sky, shaking the man from the inside out.

"This is too..."

Ian found it a little unbelievable.

Is this really the kind of wine that should be brewed in a place like this?!

It has absolutely nothing to do with the cute shape of a wine storage container, and all it has is a ghostly fierceness and radicalism.

However, this surprise did not last long, because Shuten-doji quickly explained with a proud look on his face.

"Hum~"

"Uncle, are you captivated by this fine wine?"

"..."

This boastful tone quickly made Ian confirm that Ibaraki Douji's wine was inseparable from Shuten Douji.

"Shuten," the man asked tentatively, "Did you do this?"

"That's about right." Shuten-douji wiped the corner of his mouth. "Ibaraki, that guy, doesn't even know what alcohol is? I'm the expert in this area, so her ingredients are specially blended!"

"Hmm! It's similar to ours, but with a different taste!"

"..."

Ian's eyes softened.

His hand gently stroked the angry horns of the female demon Shuten-doji.

"Shuten, you don't have to do this—"

“But that’s what we want to do!”

Shuten-doji supported himself with both hands.

"Uncle, don't forget that we are not children anymore—we have things we can do!"

"so……"

Shuten-doji's throat moved slightly, as if he had swallowed some extremely beautiful memories.

"Uncle, please don't treat us like children!"

"That's it..."

"Okay!" Ian picked up Shuten-doji, "Then I won't be polite!"

"Eh--!"

Shuten-doji blushed, but he couldn't help but listen to the words.

I don’t know how long it took.

The electronic clock on the wall showed it was early morning of the next day.

Nightingale took care of Ian who had just woken up and changed his clothes, while Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji fell asleep in each other's arms.

After a night of drinking with Ian, they are now resting contentedly.

"..."

"Why didn't you say a word?" Ian asked the nurse behind him, "Do you think my behavior is too ridiculous?"

“In the beginning, it was a little bit.”

Nightingale reached out and buttoned the man's clothes.

"After all—you look like a weirdo who likes children, don't you?"

"but……"

Nightingale hugged the man and stuck to him like a sticky marshmallow, becoming more sticky than before.

"They don't seem to be that way—"

"I'm glad you understand." The man felt the breath behind him and gently held Nightingale's hand. "These are my former helpers—they sacrificed their lives to save a very important person for me."

"Someone very important?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "A girl who has no control over her own destiny since she was born."

"So... I must repay this favor well."

"So you don't like Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji?" Nightingale continued, "just like you don't like me?"

"..."

"No," Ian replied, "I like every one of you—it's just that this kind of liking is different and has something to do with each of you."

"So what's mine?"

"You..."

Ian turned around and pushed Nightingale against the wall.

"It's probably that desire to help everyone—very similar to my sister."

"younger sister……"

"So you think I'm your sister?" Nightingale asked, tilting her head slightly.

"No—you're my doctor."

Ian's hands gently passed across Nightingale's waist, then closed into a small circle in front of her waist.

"As long as I hold you like this, I will feel very comfortable."

"..."

Nightingale did not stop Ian's behavior. Instead, she seemed to be enjoying the care from him and was very involved.

"As your doctor, can I ask you to answer one of my questions truthfully?"

"what is the problem?"

"that is……"

Nightingale looked directly at the man in front of her, and her eyes seemed to have returned to the way they were when she was her attending physician.

"Mordred and Gareth, are they your daughters?"

"..."

"Nightingale, why are you..."

"Just answer me yes or no." Nightingale hugged the man's cheek. "I won't tell anyone."

"..."

After a moment's silence, Ian nodded.

"Yes—that's true."

"I see." Nightingale seemed relieved. "I was wondering why Mordred had so many privileges in front of you."

"So it's your daughter—I've seen through it, but nothing's wrong."

"I'm sorry, Nightingale, I..."

"No need to apologize to me." Nightingale kissed Ian. "It's not a big deal. I can even be thankful that my judgment was correct."

"But... I heard Helena say before that only one person can go to the singularity this time, right?"

"...Yeah." Ian nodded and acknowledged the fact, "I was going to tell you later."

"Will Mordred agree?"

"She's...looking forward to going with you, right?"

“…” Ian had no way to answer Nightingale’s question, and this in itself was the best answer.

"I understand." The nurse nodded. "Those who can't go... leave it to me—"

"You'll handle it?"

"Yes."

There was a hint of confidence in Nightingale's red eyes.

She didn't know when she had a pair of gloves on her hands.

"It's time to give Chaldea a comprehensive treatment."

776. Ian's Harem Crisis/Good Wife Nightingale (4k)