The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"no problem."

This was part of the plan, so Ian agreed without thinking.

Ever since——

Accompanied by the man, Ian brought Nero and Modred to Nightingale.

At this moment, the nurse has changed into clothes that are different from usual ones.

It was a white coat, and just looking at it made people feel extremely professional.

If Nightingale usually had a bit of the flavor of a barefoot doctor, then at this moment she was probably the attending physician of a large hospital.

"..."

Nightingale glanced at Ian and said expressionlessly.

"Don't cut in line next time."

"Every Servant in Chaldea is equal to me—even with you by my side."

"..."

Suppressing the smile in his heart, Ian nodded.

He knew that Nightingale was creating an atmosphere of "my treatment is meticulous", so he said this.

Cooperate.

We must cooperate well.

"Sorry, it was my fault - I won't do it again next time."

"That's good."

Nightingale's gaze left Ian and fell on Modred and Nero.

"You too—if you want to be examined, stop holding someone else's hand. How am I supposed to diagnose your condition then?"

"..."

"..."

Modred and Nero looked at each other and realized that Nightingale was right.

no way.

Although they were reluctant to part with Ian's right-hand man, they still let go of the man's hands.

"Who's going first?" Nightingale looked at the two girls in front of her, her tone serious as if she was doing a real examination.

"Hmm!"

"The Roman emperor must be the first to check such things!"

Nero sat down in front of Nightingale without saying a word.

Modred had no objection - she actually respected this Roman emperor who looked somewhat like her second mother.

"..."

Nightingale didn't say much, but began her examination in an orderly manner.

Speaking of which——

Ian looked at the method in front of him, which was similar to modern medical examination, and couldn't help but wonder about its effect on the servants.

after all……

Servants, after all, are very different from humans.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

Every servant knows that this is definitely not the time for them to chatter - that would make Ian hate it.

After a long while, Nightingale's "inspection" finally stopped.

"Hmm!" Seeing that the doctor in front of him finally stopped, Nero immediately ended his silence, "How is it?"

"My condition is quite normal, isn't it? That's for sure! I'm the Roman Emperor, how could I be unhealthy?"

"..."

"What's that expression on your face?" Nero noticed something was wrong with Nightingale. "Could it be that what I said is wrong?"

“There really aren’t any major problems.”

Nightingale said without changing her expression.

“But there are still a lot of small problems.”

"Hmm?!" Nero suddenly became concerned.

Although she knew that she was already a follower, she was still very concerned when she heard the word "unhealthy".

My own teacher left Rome forever for similar reasons!

If it weren't for Chaldea, I wouldn't have had the chance to see him again!

"How could there be a problem with me!"

"It's normal to have this kind of reaction." Nightingale remained calm. "I've met countless patients like you."

"only……"

"only?"

"Never mind, it's nothing. I was just worried about scaring you."

"you!"

Leaving something unsaid has a better effect than saying it completely. The clever Nero immediately understood what Nightingale meant - a minor illness could also be fatal!

"Is Yu's situation really that bad?!"

"Not now, but it will be different if we continue." Nightingale quietly took the initiative of speaking back into her own hands.

As expected, Nero soon became concerned.

"what do you mean?"

"It's simple. Going to the singularity and other things have taken too much of a toll on you. My suggestion is that you rest and recuperate in Chaldea for a while."

"Ms. Nero, you don't want to suddenly disappear from the Master's side one day, do you?"

"Eh……"

It has to be said that Nightingale knew very well how to grasp what other people cared about through the issue of "symptoms".

"disappear".

A terrifying word for the servants who had gone through so much trouble to come to Ian.

No one wants to disappear.

This is more shocking than anything else - it is indeed a very sharp "suggestion".

Even Ian felt it was a bit too much.

But it must be said that it worked very well and Nightingale's plan was a great success.

"Is it still impossible to continue repairing Yu's favorite bath in Chaldea?"

"Correct."

"I can't weave for my father in Chaldea?"

"Correct."

"I can't drink the cola my father recommended in Chaldea?"

"Correct."

"Can't Ibaraki and I brew wine in Chaldea?"

"Correct."

Almost all the servants except Merry were told by Nightingale not to do things.

Ian couldn't help but marvel at this woman's planning skills—how could this simply be a way of dealing with the inability to travel to the singularity together? This was a direct way of nipping at the buddies' throats to prevent potential trouble.

"Completely resolved—"

As Nightingale made an "OK" gesture to Ian, Ian couldn't help but realize that he had another good wife by his side.

The biggest problem before departure was finally solved.

Ian and Mellie;

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu;

Grey and Helena;

The final candidate was determined.

A few hours later, everything was ready for departure.

As blue light flickered on Chaldea's spare instrument, the repair operation for the next singularity officially began.

only--

After Ian opened his eyes again, he felt a little confused.

"Merry."

"Before we set off, what was the arrival location we were told?"

"Jerusalem."

"I remember correctly..." Ian frowned slightly.

"But--"

The man looked at the soldiers in front of him, their attire so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"Why are they wearing British armor?"

777. Return to Camelot Again? / The Chaotic Singularity of Jerusalem (4k)

Just as Ian lamented, according to the information before the soul particle transmission...

This time, the group should have arrived in the holy city of Jerusalem.

only--

At this moment, the soldier decorated in British style appeared in front of Ian.

They rode white horses, held spears or silver swords, and looked like they were on patrol.

What is going on here?

Is it...

Is there a problem with the transmission?

"that--"

"They seem to be coming."

"what?"

Only then did Ian realize that while he was lost in thought, the soldiers in British armor had already approached the bushes where the two of them were.

"..."

We can definitely win by fighting.

But this familiar outfit made it impossible for Ian to do anything.

after all--

These are British soldiers.

"..."

It seemed as if he could see what Ian was thinking, or perhaps he already had his own ideas.