The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Meili pointed her hand at herself.

"I am the 'existence' that dispels Marisbury and everything you say."

"If I'm not mistaken, in that kind of divisive history, no matter which side you choose, the other side will definitely be 'killed', right?"

“But that’s not actually the case.”

Mary stared at Ian intently, her fingers resting completely on the back of his hand, and she looked like she didn't want to leave at all.

"Indeed, history, for you and for me, may be a line that continues infinitely."

"But this doesn't mean there's only one line – the other lines also have their own laws of survival and their own unique history."

"If you insist that your choices are correct, that your time and place are unique, then that's essentially a form of arrogance, isn't it?"

"..."

Ian couldn't find any rebuttal to Mary's words.

Because she herself is the best witness of this kind of thing - she comes from another world, has the cognition of another world, but can also live like a normal person in this world.

This is invisibly equivalent to refuting Marisbury's words.

"Does that mean that what Marisbury said was completely 'wrong'?" Ian said.

"I do not know."

Meili gave a very honest response.

"But at least, the concept of 'destruction' doesn't exist at all. History that can survive won't be overturned by your actions, and history that can't survive won't be saved by your actions either."

"Ian, I just hope you can stop blaming all the 'mistakes' on yourself - that will only make you as tragic as Altria."

"..."

Ian was stunned at first, then he laughed.

"Merry, are you trying to comfort me?"

"Hmm..." Mary tilted her head slightly. "If this is what you call comfort, then please consider it comfort."

"So, your desire to date you was just to get BB away from me, so you did this on purpose?"

"Not at all."

As Mary spoke, she started to do something.

The tablecloth shook slightly, and it seemed as if something was reaching out from under the table towards Ian.

"Well……"

Ian sensed something.

"Merry, you..."

"Reward me," the Flower Magician stated his request openly. "After maintaining such a high-level magic, it's not a sin to take a short break like this, right?"

"Besides, my strength. Is it uncomfortable?"

"..."

Ian now understood Mary's intention.

She was still the one who sought excitement—otherwise she wouldn't have brought herself to such a crowded place, and now...

"Okay, I understand."

Just as Ian was saying this, the retribution-like result came.

"Master——"

A question came from behind Ian.

I saw Nightingale appear there at some point.

"Can I sit over here?"

940. Girlfriend Competition Under the Table / The Strange Understanding Between Mary and Nightingale (4k)

Ian was somewhat surprised by Nightingale's appearance.

It’s not that the man didn’t want her to look for him at this time, but because Nightingale was a very special person to Chaldea.

Summoned as a Ruler, she doesn't possess high combat power, but has considerable expertise in modern medicine.

Similar to Dr. Roman, she is responsible for monitoring the health of the servants - this is not an easy task, and it can even be said to be a rather tiring job that requires constant attention.

Now it will appear here...

It seems like it has a purpose no matter how you think about it, doesn't it?

"May I?"

Nightingale's voice rang out again.

Inheriting her usual seriousness, this legendary nurse always tries to express her thoughts in brief words when speaking.

For example, now, although it was just a short sentence, Ian could hear the attitude implied in Nightingale's tone, the attitude of urgently hoping that Ian could keep him.

So--

There is only one answer.

"Of course you are welcome."

"Nightingale, please sit over there."

"it is good."

Nightingale looked at Mary on the other side, and then asked politely;

"Can I sit here?"

"it should be no problem?"

"..."

Mary still had an expressionless face, but she nodded slightly, indicating that she had agreed to Nightingale's request.

"It's troublesome."

Nightingale said this as she sat down next to Mary.

The Flower Magician had to temporarily adjust his posture and was forced to let his feet down from Ian's side.

Everything seems to be calm for the time being.

Unlike Mary, who simply wanted to come here to "play" with Ian and then relax, Nightingale brought food with her.

However, what was not quite right with her body that was so proud that it was hard to look at directly was that Nightingale's appetite was surprisingly small.

A fried egg and a bowl of salad are all she has.

"This……"

Ian couldn't believe what he saw.

"Nightingale, won't you get hungry like this?"

"If it's just this little bit of food..."

"Not bad." Nightingale looked at the things in front of her and answered Ian's question, "My appetite has always been like this."

"Besides, now that I'm a Ruler-class Servant, it doesn't really matter whether I eat or not."

"I just want to be on good terms and not look weird."

"That's it..."

"Eh?"

Just after answering Nightingale, Ian found that Mary, who was supposed to be sitting there, was suddenly gone.

"What about her?"

"it's here."

The Flower Magician's voice came over.

Only then did Ian realize that she had come behind him without him noticing, holding two things that were almost identical to Nightingale's.

"I'm hungry."

"So go get something to eat."

With a few simple descriptions, Mary explained her intentions clearly, and completely ignored the fact that she should have explained how she suddenly disappeared.

However, Ian knew that this level of departure was nothing to this magician from the Age of Gods.

"I'm gonna start now."

Mary placed one of the dishes in front of Ian, then placed the other one on the seat where she had been sitting before, and sat back.

Ian wasn't actually in the mood to eat—after all, his head was full of information that he hadn't fully understood.

However, seeing that Nightingale and Mary were eating, he had no choice but to symbolically follow them and start eating.

"Speaking of which-"

Ian chewed the vegetables, swallowed them, and then looked at Nightingale and said.

"You came to me because..."

"Do I need a reason to look for you?" Nightingale asked back suddenly.

"of course not."

Ian smiled and shook his head.

"It's just that I think someone like you, Nightingale, wouldn't let your emotions affect your work."

"I believe you must have encountered something that you wanted to get rid of me, or something that you couldn't solve on your own, so you came to me."

"I'm also happy to listen to your needs."

"..."

A faint smile appeared on Nightingale's face - it was obvious that Ian's answer was a very satisfactory answer for her.

"Actually, it's nothing..."

"I just heard that you met Jeanne and the others in this repaired singularity, right?"

"That……"

Nightingale felt a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong with them now?"

"..."

Because she helped Joan of Arc escape the burning at the stake that should have killed her, Joan of Arc, who survived, and her sister Joan of Arc, had a brief encounter with Nightingale.

The three of them met at a church gathering.

Joan of Arc once gave some guidance to the confused Nightingale at that time.

The nurse also confessed that if it weren't for that meeting, she might not have taken this path.

It doesn’t seem strange that people care about Joan of Arc now.

This may be considered a pursuit of one's own beliefs.

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment before answering Nightingale's question.

"She should be doing well—we could have brought her to Chaldea, but there was a small incident."

"It's what Leonardo da Vinci said, that Chaldea's magic power is not enough to support so many Servants arriving here, right?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded, confirming Nightingale's statement.

"I'm sorry, Nightingale. I should have thought of something."