The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Hmm!"

"As expected of you, teacher! If I could use this warrior's body as a stage for my performance, I'd surely be able to capture everyone's attention in an instant!"

"Hmm!"

"This is so exciting! I can't wait!"

Compared to Nero who seemed eager to start right away, Athena naturally showed enough resistance.

"no?!"

"Why would I do such a thing!"

“Isn’t this…”

Athena was halfway through her words when she noticed the look Ian was giving her.

As the embodiment of war and wisdom, Athena naturally could not fail to understand that the other party was "asking" something of her.

After a moment's thought, He changed His words;

“Isn’t this detrimental to maintenance?”

"Are you... willing to waste your magic power on these things?"

"no problem."

Ian knew that Athena had noticed the change in his expression, so he quickly continued:

"Athena, this time, all you have to do is sit there like you are now."

"What Nero needs is a stage where everyone can observe her—and as a goddess, you just happen to have that potential."

"This……"

Athena's tone was still a little hesitant.

His intuition told him that it was not that simple.

And at this moment, Mordred spoke again.

"Please—Miss Athena!"

"If you can, please help me with this!"

"..."

Athena's gaze slowly moved away from Ian and then to Mordred.

He just looked at the other person like this until the other person subconsciously took a few steps back, then he continued.

"you--"

"What's your relationship with him?"

"You answer this question first, then I can give you an answer."

"..."

Although Athena's voice carried emotions that belonged to her alone, it was also somewhat cold, like a machine.

Although Modred didn't know why there was such a mixed taste, she perfectly inherited the recklessness of her father Ian.

There is nothing to hesitate about.

Just say it!

"He is my Master—" Mordred came to Ian's side and, imitating Nero's previous actions, took his hand. "Isn't this something that has been confirmed long ago?"

"No." Athena shook her head.

"I mean... don't you have a deeper relationship with him?"

"Eh?!"

Mordred suddenly became nervous when he heard this.

Recalling her sister Gareth's advice to "expose your relationship with your father as little as possible to avoid unnecessary division", she realized what she should do now.

"Of course, the Master and I..."

Before the girl could finish her words, she was stopped by Ian.

The man protected the girl who wanted to deny her relationship with him behind him.

of course.

It wasn't that he was worried that she would be hurt by Athena, but it was a situation where some things needed to be expressed tactfully.

"We certainly have a closer relationship — she's my daughter."

"..."

"..."

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present (even a giant like Athena) showed complicated expressions.

Of course, there are various reasons for this.

like-

Mordred, who had never heard that his teacher had such an "illegitimate daughter";

and Leonardo da Vinci, who was somewhat bewildered by this relationship;

There is also Athena, whose eyes are always flickering with red light.

Even Mordred never expected his father to say that.

Everyone is now waiting for Ian's "explanation" - although the reasons are different.

However, the man quickly expressed an attitude that was understandable enough.

"I mean--"

Ian gently stroked Mordred's head.

"Psychologically, I consider Mordred to be my own daughter."

"So... our relationship certainly isn't as cold as that between a Master and a Servant."

"..."

It’s not a very good explanation, but it’s enough to ease the atmosphere at the moment.

But Athena seemed to want to do something because of Ian's words.

His eyes turned slightly redder, and he immediately included Ian and Mordred in it.

"..."

"Really, is that all?"

Athena said so.

"Just... a daughter and a Master in formality?"

"..."

"Yes." Ian nodded. "Athena, I hope you can understand this kind of thing—at least understand it now."

"..."

Athena nodded as if receiving some hint, and then she spoke:

"That's not a bad thing—after all, if we really want to talk about that kind of awful father, I do know someone who only controls lightning..."

"But if that's the case..."

Athena extended her hand toward Mordred and Nero, as if providing them with a stage large enough for them to climb onto.

"Come up first."

"Anyway, if you really need me to be 'that stage', at least you should get familiar with me first, right?"

"Hmm!"

Nero nodded and grabbed Mordred.

"Let's go! My daughter!"

"Hey!"

Mordred was surprised when his hand was held.

"What?! How did I become your daughter?!"

"Hmm!"

"Isn't this a very normal thing?!" Nero explained with a smile, "I am the teacher's wife! You are the teacher's daughter! So it is reasonable that I am your mother!"

"Although...you and I are not related by blood, I will still treat you as my own child!"

"Who said—you are Teacher Yu's child!"

"No!" Mordred shook his head. "Then you'd become my stepmother—we don't look much different in age, right?!"

"Hmm, you're wrong to think that way—" Nero patted his chest and continued, "There are old mothers, and there are young mothers."

"So... it's normal for a mother and daughter to look about the same age!"

"That's not normal at all!"

"Hmm, if I say normal, then it's normal!"

Although she had doubts about the identity of this "stepmother", Mordred still boarded Athena with Nero - who told her that she had been curious about this mecha for a long time?

And Ian could feel it too...

After she revealed the secret of "father-daughter relationship", Athena's eyes seemed to change subtly when she looked at Mordred.

Uh……

In terms of seniority, what should he be considered to be Mordred?

Ian was still thinking about this matter when Da Vinci spoke first.

"Although I never expected it to turn out like this, at least it seems to have turned out well. Nero has found a suitable place to perform, and it seems that his relationship with Mordred has become even better."

Leonardo da Vinci looked at the "mother and daughter" and nodded with a smile.

"It's really gratifying."

"But...what does this have to do with me? Isn't it better for Athena to do these things herself?"

"Yes, very much!"

Ian said seriously.

"Dear Da Vinci—I need you to use your Noble Phantasm to beautify Nero's live broadcast so that it becomes acceptable to everyone—"

"You mean..." Da Vinci frowned slightly, "Do you want me to do some post-processing?"

"Ok!"

"It would have been better to cancel it from the beginning..." Da Vinci said helplessly, "But never mind - since things have come to this, I have no choice but to give it a try."

"Thank you so much!"

"Oh, right—" Looking at Da Vinci, Ian recalled his original purpose.

"Dear Da Vinci, I have something to ask you."

"What's going on?"

"It's about Dr. Roman—" Ian's tone became much more serious. "What... do you think?"

"idea?"

"It's just... I feel like there's something different about this person, or something that's worth thinking about more."

"..."

Leonardo da Vinci put his fingers under his chin, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something seriously.

“Yes—”