The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"My sister and I just came in, and you said that!"

"When she was here, my brother didn't say anything!"

"Sister, if you say that, I'm really sad." Ian covered his chest. "I don't look like someone who would do that, do I?"

"I don't know, I don't know! Anyway, it's just weird!"

"All right!"

Joan of Arc stopped her sister Black Joan of Arc from making a fuss.

"Since my brother has said so, I will do as he wishes."

"But tonight..."

The saint girl cast a possessive gaze at him - it wasn't that she didn't want to occupy Ian, she just kept it hidden very deeply.

"My sister and I will sleep here too, so that should be okay, right?"

"..."

"It's such a happy decision!"

"That wild woman! Don't even think about taking your place next to my brother!"

"It's ok."

Mellie licked her lips.

"I can just get into bed."

"Don't even think about it!"

Ever since——

In the extreme encirclement formed by the three people, Ian spent a night being monitored by the girls.

Dawn comes.

He immediately organized the departure.

but--

The atmosphere didn't seem to calm down after a night of rest.

"This……"

Knight Bedivere, who was sitting alone on the dragon Fafnir, didn't know how to describe the scene before him in words.

He was the only one sitting on the huge dragon's back, looking a little lonely. The only sound he could hear from time to time was the wind brought by the dragon's flapping wings.

On the other side, the mecha goddess Athena presented a completely different picture.

In his left hand, he was holding Mary, who had no blood relationship with him but did not seem to be resisting.

She was teaching over and over again this little girl in front of her who looked somewhat similar to the Joan of Arc sisters (or should we say, they were carved from the same mold) how to call herself.

"Mother--"

The Flower Magician stretched out his voice and taught the cute little girl in front of him.

"Just repeat myself—"

"Mother--"

Lily imitated Mary's tone and said things in a baby voice that she shouldn't have said to Mary.

A smile soon appeared on the latter's face - this time it was real.

"Well, what a good child."

"Remember—I'm your mother too. If you do this, you can get delicious food from me."

"Eh!"

"I see!"

Lily also seems to have her own flexible "mom bottom line".

She is not a fool like Black Jeanne d'Arc.

At the same time, on Athena's right hand was the infatuated Helena.

She was carrying a large backpack and was recording the golden arm of the mecha goddess with an extremely crazy attitude, as if she wanted to record all the reflected light with her eyes.

"How can there be such a wonderful machine——"

"And this kind of technology obviously isn't native to Earth, right?"

"Hehehe~ If I can record something like this, it means that what I've been pursuing is real and not just some illusory thing, right?!"

"no!"

"I need to take a closer look!"

Having said this, Helena, who had made great achievements in Theosophy, once again waved the notebook in her hand.

It was obvious that she didn't want to waste even a second - Gray beside her naturally understood this, so she said nothing.

Apart from Meli and Helena who were sitting on the hands of the Mecha Goddess, the rest of the Joan of Arc sisters were also not idle at this moment.

The two of them held their brother Ian on the left and right like they were torturing a prisoner, and then "trapped" him on one of Athena's shoulder armors. It was obvious that they didn't want to let him go at all.

"How on earth did this come together..."

Bedivere's eyes were full of doubt.

"If there's nothing to do, won't we be fighting every day?"

"Hiss... If the princess knew about this, how would she express her gratitude?"

"If the king knew, what would his attitude be?"

The young knight felt that he dared not even think about it.

If I continue thinking about it, I will probably feel like complaining.

"Fafnir, do you have any idea?"

"Roar--"

It seems not.

Back to Ian, the man whose hands were held by Jeanne d'Arc and Black Jeanne d'Arc on his left and right looked quite helpless.

"I said--"

"Sisters, you shouldn't hold me back like this, right? If you do, wouldn't that be no different from escorting a prisoner?"

"Loosen up a little, okay?"

"..."

"..."

Black Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc looked at each other, and then reached a consensus almost instantly.

“No!/No!”

"If I let go of my brother's hand..." Black Jeanne spoke first.

"You will definitely want to interact with other girls, right?" Joan of Arc continued.

"That kind of thing won't work."

"Absolutely not."

"So what my brother needs is—"

“We’ll provide it.”

Listening to this Joan of Arc declaration like a war team, Ian knew that it was useless for him to say anything.

I guess these two sisters won't let me go before I reach my destination.

But at this moment——

The mecha goddess Athena, who had been moving forward silently, suddenly had her eyes flashing.

"..."

"Pegasus, I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to do that at the time. I just didn't expect you to stop me..."

"..."

Listening to Athena's tone, Ian understood that She was still feeling guilty for having opened fire carelessly and shattered the already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot).

The mind of this mecha goddess is actually much more delicate than it appears on the surface.

"It's okay." Ian smiled.

"Athena, you didn't mean to hit me, did you?"

"Besides -"

Ian looked at his unable to move hands and said helplessly.

"The results this time seem acceptable."

"I have to thank you for responding to me - otherwise, if I had to cross several deserts like this, I wouldn't know when I would be able to see Ritsuka and the others again."

"..."

Ian's tone sounded like he was joking, and even seemed a little half-hearted.

But Athena understood that this was all done intentionally to make the atmosphere less tense.

"Pegasus, you are still so considerate—"

"Whether it was before or now, it's always like this."

"..."

"No, I can't help it!" Black Joan of Arc held her brother's arm and stared at Athena.

"Hey!"

"Why do you keep calling your brother Pegasus?!"

"What the hell is that name?!"

"..."

Black Joan of Arc's sudden attack made Ian a little nervous for a moment.

after all--

If Athena spoke carelessly, her situation would be a little dangerous.

"You ask me why I call him Pegasus—"

The figure of the mecha goddess lengthened a bit.

"That's probably because—"

"..."

Ian's heart was in his throat.

"Maybe it's because he shines like a shooting star."

"Pegasus, the divine Pegasus, would look like a shooting star if he flew."

"Eh?"

Black Joan of Arc was a little overwhelmed by Athena's literary explanation.

"This, this is it..."

"Yes, it is like that."

"You can also call him Pegasus—" Athena's eyes flashed, "Many of my compatriots call him that."

"Oh, okay..."

The atmosphere became slightly more harmonious due to Athena's sincerity - after all, in a sense, she had said nothing wrong and had not concealed anything.