The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

The same naughty child nature as always.

But Ian felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

While she is still interested in this world, let's put aside our own problems for a while.

"Row."

"Then go and have a look."

"Okay~"

Mordred very naturally took his father's hand and walked out together. The two looked extremely close.

But as soon as they opened the door, a figure stood in front of them.

That was Mashu, with a red face, holding a lot of things, and about to knock on the door.

Bang bang bang.

The thing in Mashu's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound that was particularly harsh.

"Senior!"

"Why is there a girl in your room?!"

103. Mordred is investigating the woman who likes his father! (-word chapter)

Mashu was in a pretty good mood today.

Because she finally thought of a legitimate reason to contact Ian.

"Since Senior likes to simulate battles so much, if I can help him find information on this subject, we will definitely have a common topic!"

With this thought in mind, the girl actually found a lot of things.

She held the information that she had collected herself, and felt a sense of happiness from the richness of it.

but--

This feeling of happiness had been shattered in the instant just now.

Because there was another girl standing next to Ian.

Although it looks familiar at first glance, the key information is not that.

The two of them... are holding hands?

Who is this?

Why can I hold hands with my seniors?

Mashu felt his brain falling into chaos.

Mordred did not notice the abnormality in her expression.

She only saw the information scattered all over the floor.

"Hey, you dropped something, let me pick it up for you!"

"do not want!"

Mash shouted almost subconsciously, making Mordred look embarrassed.

“Okay, fine…” The blonde girl retracted her hand, “If you don’t want to, then don’t. But there’s no need to be so loud, right?”

"Eh?"

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Mash quickly apologized.

"That's not what I meant, I..."

"You're just worried that she'll break something."

Ian smiled and helped Matthew out.

"After all, these things look very important."

"That's it..."

Mordred scratched his hair.

"Well, it seems I haven't thought about it enough."

After saying this, she smiled at Mashu.

The latter felt less nervous when he saw the carefree smile, and then he glanced at Ian secretly with some gratitude.

But when she found that Ian was also looking at her, she blushed all of a sudden, lowered her head, and rubbed her hands restlessly.

Mordred saw all of this - something he hadn't noticed just now.

She glanced at Matthew, then at Ian, and made a "√" shape with her hand at her chin, like a modern detective.

"Matthew."

“Yes, yes!”

"So what are these?"

Ian bent down and picked up everything that Matthew had dropped on the ground.

"It looks like you're planning to send it to me?"

"Yes, yes!"

Matthew raised her head and looked at Ian with a blushing face.

"Senior, you are right. These are all relevant information about the simulated battle."

"I collected them specially just to see if you can use them, Senior!"

"..."

Looking at Matthew's innocent and straightforward appearance, Ian couldn't help but feel touched.

He hesitated for a while, but finally reached out and touched her head.

"Thank you, Matthew."

"Well... you're welcome, senior." Mashu really enjoyed it.

Looking at this scene of head-patting and killing, Mordred put his hands on his waist and was about to say something.

At this moment, Ian stretched out his other hand, shook his head and stopped her.

Then he continued:

"Since you have prepared so much, let's go to the mock battle again."

"I just happened to have an idea and was ready to verify it."

"Ok!"

Although she was very confused about the girl who suddenly appeared next to Ian, Matthew did not ask any questions but led the way.

From time to time, she would turn her head and glance at Ian.

Mordred looked at Mashu like this, and his expression became more and more suspicious.

“Something is wrong…”

She muttered so.

The three of them soon arrived at the simulated battle channel.

"By the way, Senior Ian."

Mashu, who was walking in front, asked quietly.

"Where's Miss Ophelia? Doesn't she usually come here with you?"

"…She's working on something,"

She wasn't lying, Ophelia was indeed studying something.

It's just relatively special.

"I see." Mashu nodded thoughtfully.

"Ms. Ophelia is indeed an excellent magician. She is still working hard on her research even at this time."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "I think so too."

"You're just trying to find something to say..."

Mordred continued to mutter.

Inside the simulated battle.

In the whiteness, Mashu once again activated the system to allow the Master candidates to adapt to being "Servants" in advance.

"Senior, it's ready to use!"

"it is good."

Ian refocused his attention on the three beams of light in front of him.

as predicted.

Just as he thought, Mordred (Saber), who originally replaced Altria Pendragon (Saber), was gone.

Although it may not be entirely caused by one's own summoning.

But Ian knew that there was definitely a connection between them.

After all, he had just summoned Mordred, and the situation returned to normal the moment he did.

And from the feeling that Mordred described, what she encountered was almost a simulated combat experience.

but--

To be on the safe side, let's confirm further.

Ian summoned Artoria Pendragon (Saber) once again.

Everything was exactly the same as when he first entered the simulated battle, without any change at all.

"Eh?!"

Mashu noticed something was wrong.

"How... did it change back?"

"This is totally not Mordred (Saber), right?!"

Realizing that the change was too obvious, Ian thought for a moment and decided not to hide it from Matthew.

"Matthew."

"Yes, Senior."

"The girl next to me..."

Ian took Mordred's hand.

"My name is Mordred. I summoned this Servant."

"..."

It took Mashu a while to understand.

"senior!"

"You summoned Mordred?!"

Ian wasn't surprised at all.

This was an almost identical reaction to Ophelia.

"Yes, I summoned it."

"When was it summoned?!"

"About half an hour, or an hour ago," Ian answered truthfully.

"This……"