The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

Ian looked at the extremely serious expression of the cat girl Atalanta in his arms, and immediately realized that she was not joking.

This is the solution she came up with!

After a moment of silence, the man asked:

"Atalanta, is this how you think we can solve this problem?"

"..."

There was a hint of loneliness in Atalanta's eyes at first, but she soon became firm again.

She nodded.

"Yes."

"I... do think this will solve the problem."

"after all--"

The little cat girl looked at her master in front of her, her tone trembling a little.

"As long as everything is restored to the way it was before... then this can all be put to an end, right?"

"You have a future that you need to protect."

"This clean and tidy solution is the best option."

"..."

Despite extremely unclean physical relations.

This is actually the biggest obstacle - it is not easy to make a decision as decisively as Atalanta.

But a problem also arises.

"Atalanta, this might solve the problem, but—"

Ian looked at the little cat girl in his arms who had made such a request, and felt a little more distressed.

"You're going to disappear too, right?"

"Even if it disappears...that's only natural." Atalanta gave her answer again.

"I shouldn't have been here in the first place."

"Being able to have a good memory is something to be thankful for. What else is there to regret?"

The cat girl had just finished speaking.

Black Joan of Arc, who was hugging Ian's waist, uttered a mutter.

"I really like... this feeling."

"Sticky and hot."

Although they didn't say it directly, both Atalanta and Ian realized what Jeanne d'Arc dreamed of.

"That's it for now."

Atalanta tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"Compared to me."

"Perhaps you should consider how to solve the Master's problem."

"Good night~"

Atalanta also put her arms around Ian's waist, just like Jeanne d'Arc.

Although the feeling of being hugged from the front and back is really great.

But at this moment, the only thing in the man's mind was Atalanta's suggestion.

She was right.

This...may really be the best way to repair the singularity.

Same day, earlier.

In the forest dozens of miles away from the Demon City Orleans.

Following the guidance of the seal on Joan of Arc's hand, the group arrived here.

As they got closer to the final destination, everyone's attitude gradually became serious.

A bonfire was lit.

People from different eras sat in front of it and discussed the next plan.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart spoke first:

"I don't want to panic you all, but I personally think that—"

"The next battle will probably be much more difficult than expected."

"Why do you say that?"

Marie Antoinette looked at the Servant who claimed to be a great musician with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"We didn't encounter any problems along the way, did we?"

"That's why we need to be careful," Mozart responded to Mary's question. "The slower the prelude, the more likely it is to have an exciting climax later."

"I think this—"

The great musician's eyes swept over everyone present.

"I don't think I need to elaborate too much."

"Hehe." Qing Ji covered her mouth with a fan and sneered, "If we really encounter any problems, we can just burn them, right?"

"Anyway, she is the evil Dragon Witch."

"We... don't have to act as partners of justice, right?"

"Kiyohime is right." Joan of Arc, holding the white flag, responded to her words.

"But anyway—"

"Everyone should be careful."

"The necessary vigil must be maintained. There must be no slacking off."

After saying this, Jeanne looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and asked with a smile:

"Ritsuka, what do you think?"

"I'll listen to you." Fujimaru Ritsuka replied, "You have much more combat experience than I do... I trust your judgment!"

The two Masters from different eras reached a consensus at this moment.

On the same day, late at night.

Mordred, who was in charge of the night watch, was looking at the sword in his hand in the light of the campfire, his expression a little confused.

That was no ordinary sword, but her Noble Phantasm - the Clarent Sword.

This is the weapon given to her by her biological mother Morgan.

It is the Silver Sword of the King that enables the recipient to inherit the entire Camelot.

But what Mordred cared about at the moment was not its meaning itself.

These were words Morgan spoke with deep affection before the sword exchange.

"You must be as brave as your father."

"He...is the hero of all Camelot."

As the daughter most cared for by Morgan, Mordred knew that her mother rarely praised someone.

She is the King of Camelot after all.

The king was destined to be proud, so it was impossible for him to write a hymn for just anyone.

but now--

The father who was praised to the sky by his mother ran away with a strange woman whom he had only met a few times.

This doesn't seem right no matter how you think about it!

Just as Mordred was feeling distressed by the contrast, a hand patted her shoulder.

"Xiao Mo~"

The voice was all too familiar to Mordred.

She turned around and saw Gareth, smiling.

"Huh?!" The naughty boy was very surprised.

"Sister Gareth, haven't you gone to rest yet?"

"I was planning to take a rest~"

Gareth sat down next to Mordred, stretched out his hand, and began to warm himself by the fire.

"But Xiao Mo, you seem to be very bored... so I came over to keep you company!"

As the youngest daughter, Mordred was not the only one favored by Morgan.

She was also looked after by her brothers and sisters who had already become Knights of the Round Table - and Gareth was of course one of them.

Even now that she has become a Servant, she hopes to be able to give her sister a little more care.

Mordred certainly understood this.

She said happily:

"Sister Gareth, you are so nice!"

"Your words really make me happy." Gareth accepted the compliment from his sister without hesitation.

but--

Gareth's sunny weather lasted only a moment.

She quickly held her sister's hand and said worriedly:

"By the way...did father really leave with another woman?"

"And he left on his own initiative?"

Gareth has not met Ian of this era directly.

But the two sisters had already shared information with each other - she soon understood what her father had done during this period of time called the "singularity."

"..."

Hearing this, Mordred hugged his knees, his expression illuminated by the firelight appearing very conflicted.

"Sister Gareth."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"Father really did ride on some other woman's dragon and left."

"This……"

Gareth believed that his sister would not lie.

She didn't have to lie at all.

but--

Having participated in the Battle of Vortigern, Gareth's understanding of his father is actually very similar to Mordred's.

That is to say, he is also considered a hero.

So in a situation like this, her first reaction was almost the same as her sister's - she simply couldn't believe it.

"Father...how could he do such a thing?"

"yes……"

Just as the two sisters were in great entanglement over the same reason, another figure appeared in front of them.