The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

When Sayaka raised her head to confirm whether she had heard correctly, she saw the other party hugging her tightly.

The two men rubbed their foreheads together gently, and then the man sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"That's so great—I'm so glad you're okay, Sayaka."

"Eh……"

Sayaka's face turned red.

"Master Ian, aren't you... angry? I clearly went too far."

"I can understand even if it's too much." Ian touched Sayaka's back. "I was already very touched that you dared to go up to Tristan at that time."

"Besides -"

"Besides—?"

"Besides, I didn't come here alone."

Ian looked at a place behind Sayaka. It was a corner of the tent. Normally, one would hardly notice it at first when coming in.

"Merry—"

"Is it really okay to blatantly intrude into someone else's 'territory' like this?"

"You found me." Meili slowly appeared. "When did it happen?"

"The moment I came in," Ian said helplessly, "it's impossible not to recognize your scent."

"is it?"

Mary nodded expressionlessly.

"I thought I disguised it well."

"That's what you thought!"

"Eh……"

Sayaka looked at the room that suddenly became lively and suddenly became nervous.

This woman named Mary is his "original wife"!

"Master Ian, then I..."

"Do you really want to do this?" The man hugged Sayaka and straightened his back. "If you are willing, of course I am willing too - but, that may be a situation where there is no turning back."

"Of course I do!"

Sayaka lay on Ian's chest.

"I will follow Master Ian from now on!"

I don’t know how long it will take—

Mary was lying on the wool mat, her feet swinging up and down, and not far away was Sayaka, wrapped in men's clothes and unconscious.

"You're so useless—you're just at this level and you're already useless. You're such a little brat."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have waited. I wasted so much time."

"So you're racing against time?" Ian looked at Mary, who had once again transformed into a catgirl. "Like now, just to make up for lost time?"

"Who said I'm not the protagonist tonight?"

"Cats are very particular about what they eat," Meili said, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes. "How can a cat that's been fed cat food to other cats be so easy to eat?"

"Okay, okay, my bad."

"But..." Ian looked at Meili, who said she was unhappy but was actually still clinging to him, and said helplessly, "You just said you had something to tell me."

"Correct."

Mary nodded.

"Ian."

"Do you—do you feel that those British knights...seem to have been granted strange things?"

785. Quiet Hassan's Morning Mission/The Reason for the First Hassan's Appearance (4k)

"..."

Although Ian's expression was a little indescribable compared to Mary's at the moment, he suddenly became serious.

"turn out to be--"

"Merry, do you feel the same way?"

Yes.

Just as the man said now, he felt that something was wrong with Tristan the moment he came into contact with him.

How could a bard who is gentle and refined in daily life suddenly become extremely crazy and cruel?

The only thing that can reach this point is the phenomenon called "Alter" - this is an existence that is almost completely opposite to the person in daily life. I think it would not be wrong to say that it is the other side of darkness.

But Ian knew that Tristan couldn't do such a thing on his own.

That means...

It was the "king" that Lancelot mentioned who did such a thing.

She gave each of them something unique until they became what they are now.

but--

Can Altria really do such a thing?

Ian couldn't help but doubt his own judgment.

After all, the knight girl in the man’s memory was in no way the kind of person who would turn his loyal subordinate into such a crazy person.

"Should I not have killed Tristan so early?"

Meili suddenly asked.

"In this way, maybe we can get some more information from him."

"That's not true." Ian shook his head. "Lancelot has already told me everything he needs to know. In Tristan's condition, there's no way he can tell us anything useful."

"Besides..."

Ian's hand gently stroked Mary's head, as if he were really touching a cat.

"You said you were angry at that time, right?"

"Yeah." Meili nodded, "Because he was slandering you, the one I 'love'."

"That's right—"

"When you're angry, everything you do is reasonable, right?"

"..."

Mary didn't say anything else, but just lowered her head silently, as if she was reflecting on what she had just said wrong.

But the man could feel that she was obviously much happier than before - if she really had a tail like Atalanta, she would probably be shaking it vigorously now, right?

But unfortunately she is not a cat and will never be a cat.

The moonlit night passed by and the next day came quickly.

As soon as Ian opened his eyes, he saw Sayaka with a shy face.

At this moment, she was sitting there seriously, without any intention to move around. However, the girl did not look unhappy because of this. Instead, she looked very devoted, as if she had accomplished something important in her life.

"Sayaka."

"Eh--!"

Sayaka immediately became excited when she heard the man's voice.

She used to speak quite fluently, but now she started to stammer and couldn't even utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Good... Good morning! What should I... do? I heard... when I wake up in the morning... should I... should I do that... that thing for Lord Ian..."

The girl's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she looked a little expectant and a little nervous.

"Is it going to start now?"

"..."

Looking at Sayaka's shy but expectant look, Ian thought about it for a moment and understood.

"Sayaka."

"exist!"

"If I'm not mistaken, these words should be told to you by Meili, right?"

"Eh--!"

Sayaka's eyes revealed a look of admiration that she had never shown to her leader, the first Hassan.

"Lord Ian, how did you know that?"

"Because there are only three of us in this tent." Ian held up three fingers. "I haven't said anything like that to you—so she's the only one who would say that to you, right?"

"I see."

Sayaka nodded thoughtfully, then continued to ask in a low voice.

"That--"

"Is this necessary?"

"..."

Facing the girl's expectant eyes, Ian hesitated for a moment and spread out his hands.

"If you want to give it a try, it's not impossible."

"But... maybe it won't make you as happy as you thought."

"It's okay!" Sayaka shook her head. "As long as it's for Master Ian, I'm willing to do it!"

"..."

"alright, I got it."

It must be said that although Quiet Hassan himself is the living embodiment of the thing called "poison".

But it seems that precisely because of this reason, her own structure is completely different from that of ordinary girls.

If you have to say it...

It is milder and softer, just like a ball of just the right amount of marshmallow, making it hard to get enough of it.

especially--

When Sayaka looked at him with such loving eyes, Ian always felt as if he had returned to a certain moment in the past.

correct.

Was it when Mashu first learned to do this?

Exactly the same.

It's just that Sayaka has a strong learning ability and can get started faster, while Mashu has the charm of gradually getting better step by step.

The sun rises, and then the sun rises.

The earth returned to its golden appearance.

Satisfied, Sayaka wiped her hands. Completely rejuvenated, she took the man's arm and walked out of the tent that symbolized their wedding night with him.

But as soon as they came out, they saw Mary sitting there.

She still had an expressionless look on her face. When she saw Ian and Sayaka coming out together, she simply asked casually:

"finished?"

"If it's over, I'll cancel the magic."

"Eh--!"