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Mordred quietly approached Mash's side.

She said in a cold tone:

"I say, Matthew."

"Wouldn't you--"

"Do you like my Master?"

[It is recommended to look back at Mordred's character card for this chapter]

104. Mordred: Is she going to be my mother?! (-word chapter)

"Eh?!"

Suddenly, Mordred touched upon her true feelings, and Mashu became as nervous as a frightened kitten.

She subconsciously denied this statement.

"No, it's nothing!"

"I don't like Mr. Ian!"

As soon as she finished saying this, Mashu felt a little regretful.

Because she suddenly realized a problem.

Admitting that she likes her Master in front of a "Servant" doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Maybe I could get support from him - after all, Mr. Ian looked quite lonely.

A "Servant" wouldn't want to see his or her Master sad, right?

Mashu thought she had made a very wrong decision.

of course.

Mordred knew nothing about the girl's thoughts.

She simply didn't believe Mashu's words - because she had witnessed too many times the shy look on her face when she secretly glanced at her father.

"No need to lie to me~"

Mordred held the back of his head with his hands and spoke as he walked.

"It's impossible to hide your love for someone. No matter how hard you try to cover it up with words, when you really express your feelings, your eyes will be wide open."

"You have been like this several times just now."

"..."

Mash looked at Mordred, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment.

She realized that when she was peeking at Ian, the "Servant" summoned by him was also looking at her.

but--

Even in this situation, I still can't admit it happily.

Trying hard to gather information about the mock battle in order to get in touch with him, as she did before, was the best that Mashu could do.

The girl found that she was far from the level where she could say it without hesitation.

But Mordred didn't care about that.

Seeing that Mashu did not respond to her, she continued with what she had just said:

"Although I know that my father... the Master should still be quite popular."

"And he seems to take good care of you."

"but--"

"If you think, 'Ah, is it possible to have some follow-up story with this person?', then I think the chances are basically zero."

"Why, why?"

Mash raised her head, her anxious look clearly showing that she had been completely struck by what Mordred had just said.

But she herself seemed to be completely unaware of this.

But Mordred didn't care about that.

She looked at Ian who was walking in front of her holding Fu Fu, and curled her lips:

"Because my father... Master, he has someone else in his heart."

"..."

Mashu felt complicated after hearing this, and even a little disappointed.

However, just when she wanted to ask a few more questions, Ian turned around and asked:

"Why don't you two walk faster? You're already walking very slowly."

"Come on~"

Mordred waved his hand.

Then, she glanced at Mashu beside her and said with a subtle smile:

"Anyway, Mashu."

"You... don't stand a chance."

After saying these words which were simply advice without any ill intention, Mordred ran towards Ian in front of him.

Mashu was left alone to think about what had just been said.

No chance?

Could it be that I have just started and it is about to end?

She was bewildered.

Inside the Chaldea dining area.

Mordred looked at the surprise in front of him and fell into complete madness.

“Wow! What the hell is this?!”

"What's that big glowing board hanging in the air?! And what's that round thing that comes out when you throw it and press it?"

“Hey! This, that…what are these?!”

Ian was not surprised at all by Mordred's reaction, which was like that of a country boy just entering the city.

After all, things like monitors, vending machines, etc. are very rare to her who has not been infused into the "modern times" by the Holy Grail.

And to be honest—

Ian really couldn't hate this cute and noisy look.

"Don't worry."

He stroked her head and spoke gently.

"Sit down and I'll explain whatever you want to know."

"Okay, okay!"

Mordred took Ian's hand with great joy.

She didn't care about other people's eyes at all - or rather, there was no need to care.

Because this is both his father and his Master.

From a moral and logical perspective, any intimacy is reasonable, right?

In stark contrast to the warm and intimate appearance of the two people, Mashu sat on the other side of the table with a heavy heart.

Ian noticed this.

But before he could say more, Mordred began to pull his clothes off.

"Father...Master!"

"So what is that blue board?!"

"Uh...you can think of it as something like a sign."

"A sign?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "In this area, most of the information will be displayed on it, such as who to get food from or where to get drinks. It will all be displayed on it."

As a person with memories of two different eras, Ian fully understands the differences between ancient Britain and modern Chaldea.

So he would try his best to explain it to Mordred using words that were unambiguous and accurate enough.

"That's it..."

Mordred showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and then suddenly realized something.

"Eh--!"

"In that case, this is the place to eat!"

"Yeah, you're right."

Ian pushed the menu towards Mordred.

"See if there's anything you want, you can try it."

"Oh! Then I'll give it a try!"

Mordred studied the items on the menu seriously.

Ian took this opportunity to glance at Matthew.

She was lowering her head, looking very depressed. From time to time, she looked at the things beside her that she had prepared personally, and then became more and more depressed.

If moods had colors, Mashu's would probably be black at this moment.

"It's ready~"

Mordred's voice pulled Ian back.

"Then what should I do?!"

"To the sister standing in front."

"oh oh!"

Ten minutes later.

Ian looked at the table full of French fries (including but not limited to every flavor imaginable) and felt his scalp tingling.

"Mordred, do you like French fries?"

“Why do you order so much?!”

"I...I don't know either!"

Mordred looked at the dazzling array of French fries with a look of despair.