The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Okita Souji Okita Souji soon realized that his thinking was still a little too simple.

Just when she was feeling relieved that her friend accepted the money, she suddenly felt her hand being grabbed.

No.

It’s not a feeling, but someone’s hand was held!

"Ok?"

Souji Okita looked at Ian who was holding his hand with a confused look on his face.

"Saisan, what are you doing...?"

"If you're a servant, there has to be a written agreement, right?"

Ian said this, and then looked at Okita Souji opposite him with great seriousness.

"Okita."

"us--"

"Go sign something!"

"what?!"

[Of course you can't convince yourself like this.]

[Okita Souji doesn't need a servant at all—she's the third daughter of the Okita family.]

[Servants and the like can be found with just a wave of the hand.]

[And you really don't want to spend your brother's share of the money.]

So, in the end, you chose a compromise—"borrowing" money from Okita, and returning it to her as soon as you had the means.

[This is your only way to reconcile yourself with the inner entanglement.]

[And this so-called "master-servant contract" is the IOU in your heart.]

You swear that you will never forget this.

Outside a grocery store somewhere.

Holding the paper he had just bought, Okita Souji sighed and said:

"Sai San-ah——"

"Is it necessary to do this? Is it really that important whether or not to sign a contract?"

"some!"

Ian nodded very seriously, as honest as a stone in winter, frozen and hard.

"Isn't this what every servant should do?"

"Okita, draft one quickly!"

"But even if you say so—"

Souji Okita frowned slightly, looking very embarrassed.

“I’ve never written anything like this.”

"You want me to write, how can I write it?"

"..."

Ian's energy suddenly dropped.

After all, what Okita Souji said was not a lie - she had never come into contact with such a thing, and the same was true for herself.

"That--"

"Just give a general idea! As long as we understand what it means, that's all!"

"..."

Knowing that his friend would probably not stop if he didn't do this, Okita Souji sighed and spread out paper in front of the grocery store.

"Then I'll write the first sentence—"

"Well... This document is signed in the year of the Shogunate to witness the contract between Okita Souji and Hijikata Toshizo..."

"..."

"No, Suisan, what are you doing leaning over here? It's so hot!"

"Feel sorry."

Ian, who was originally leaning on Okita Souji, stepped back a little and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I just didn't expect your handwriting to be so beautiful, Okita—I thought your handwriting was as bad as mine."

"That's it..."

After understanding what was going on, Souji Okita stopped being angry and instead began to explain patiently.

"Because it's something we have to master in our family."

"If your handwriting is ugly, people will dislike you."

Having said that, Okita Souji realized that he seemed to have accidentally attacked Hijikata Toshizo and quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that—it's just... my family really asked for it."

"Hehe~"

Ian smiled and didn't seem to care about it at all.

"I know."

"Your family has a lot of rules, Okita. Unlike my family, everything goes as planned."

“But your handwriting is really beautiful!”

Ian's eyes showed waves of envy.

"If I had words like this, I would definitely be praised by my second brother!"

"..."

Souji Okita looked at Ian, then at the spread-out paper, and suddenly had an idea.

"That……"

"Shall I teach you to write?"

"Teach me to write?"

"Yeah." Okita Souji nodded. "If you write carefully, your handwriting will surely be beautiful, Toshizo!"

This time, it was the little girl who took the initiative to hold his hand.

The latter also remained silent, allowing the delicate white little hand to guide him to write on the paper.

Time seemed to slow down a bit at this moment.

Okita Souji also felt that he was not writing a "master-servant" contract, but more like...

Writing wedding letters.

Hey hey!

What are you thinking?!

Souji Okita shook his head and threw away this strange idea.

But not long after, she quietly brought the idea back to her mind.

Just don't mention it...

Anyway, no one will know.

but--

Although both Ian and Souji Okita were very dedicated, it has to be said that writing is not something that can be done well just by saying it.

Looking at the crooked words that looked like a spell to exorcise ghosts, the former smiled awkwardly.

“Well, it’s so ugly…”

“It’s a little bit unsightly indeed.”

Souji Okita smoothed things over at the right time.

"But for the first time, it was actually a pretty good attempt."

"really?"

"real."

"Okay then!" Ian didn't bother with this matter anymore - he wasn't the kind of person who cared about whether the handwriting was beautiful or not.

"Okita, do you think there's anything else you need to compensate me for?"

"..."

After Ian said this, Okita Souji looked at the contents on the paper.

Although the characters are indeed not very beautiful, they are not so ugly that they are indistinguishable.

Soon, she discovered the clue.

"Hey, Saizo!"

"What kind of master-servant contract is this? It looks like an IOU!"

"Yes, really?"

Ian blinked, indicating that he had not expected it to turn out like this.

“I just wrote down what I thought of.”

"..."

Souji Okita was not slow-witted. After hearing what Ian said, she naturally understood what he meant.

"Really!"

"Then I'll add it myself!"

"You add! You add as much as you want!"

So the paper returned to Okita Souji's hands.

"Sai San must be available at any time—"

"Sai San must obey my arrangements unconditionally—"

"Sai San is not qualified to pay for me——"

"Sai San, don't lie to me—"

"Sui San..."

Listening to Souji Okita mumbling out the demands one by one, Ian felt like he was about to sweat profusely.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore!

"no!"

"Okita! What the hell are you adding?!"

"Who told you to make it look like an IOU!" Okita Souji said unhappily, hugging the paper. "That's all I can do—otherwise, its meaning will change completely, right?!"

"bring it on!"

"Put your handprint here, and it will become a contract between us!"

"..."

Although he always felt that something was wrong, Ian, who already felt guilty towards Okita Souji, had no reason to refuse.

"I see."

Poof.

There were two small fingerprints on the paper, which were the testimony of Ian and Souji Okita.