The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

After a brief apology, Mashu, dressed in casual clothes, prepared to leave.

As he watched her gradually receding figure, Mordred hesitated for a while, and finally spoke:

"Mashu, wait a minute!"

"Eh?"

Mash turned around and looked at Mordred with a worried look on her face.

She was a little afraid that her behavior just now had made the other party unhappy.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Mordred looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him, "I just want to ask you some questions."

"Also...you don't have to be so nervous. It makes me feel like I'm going to hurt you."

"sorry!"

Mashu patted her face and got rid of the frightened look she had just had.

"Xiao Mo, just ask!"

"That's right." Mordred muttered softly.

"Just now... did you say you were tired too because you wanted me to not be so embarrassed?"

"Eh?"

Realizing that this sounded like she was taking credit for something, Mashu quickly waved her hand to deny it, "No, there's nothing like that."

"Don't lie to me." Mordred supported his waist with his hands, showing that he had seen through everything.

"Don't think I'm stupid."

"I noticed that you've been asking me this and that since you came in... You don't look like you're tired enough to go to sleep at all!"

"Tell me the truth, what you think in your heart... is it what I just said?"

Seeing that Mordred had said this, Mash no longer denied it.

She nodded.

"Well...Xiao Mo, you are right."

"Knew it."

Mordred pouted and looked like a little octopus.

"I said--"

"Mashu, you don't have to please me like this."

"No matter how much you try to please me, I will not help you say anything good in front of my father... my master."

"Because it's not up to me to decide who he likes!"

"If you really want to develop a further relationship with him, you have to work hard on your own!"

"..."

Mashu was silent for a long time before speaking again:

"that--"

"Xiao Mo, I'm not trying to please you."

"Eh?"

It was the first time that Mordred heard Mash express her thoughts.

"Then why are you doing this for me?"

"It was the same before... Every time I was embarrassed, you would come to help me out, right?"

"That's because..." Mashu blushed as she responded to Mordred's question.

"I want to make friends with you!"

"make friends?"

"Yes!" Mashu nodded, "We are both Servants, right... and we are all familiar with the Master, so it should be natural for us to become friends, right?"

"and--"

The pink-haired girl looked at Mordred in front of her, her eyes full of envy.

"I think you have a really great personality! If I could make friends with you, I'd probably be able to become like that, too!"

"That way... I will definitely be more liked by the seniors!"

"..."

Mordred did not respond to Mash's words, but pursed his chin, pretending to be thinking seriously.

Suddenly, she seemed to have realized something and shouted:

"Hey, that's not right! How could any friend want to be my mother?!"

"Huh?" Mashu looked confused. "What does 'a friend wants to be a mother' mean?"

"……nothing!"

Mordred laughed broadly.

"Wouldn't it be better if you said so earlier?"

"I also like making friends... But if you really want to be friends with me, you can't talk to me like that anymore!"

"I don't like friends like that!"

"Yeah~" Mashu nodded seriously, "I will pay attention next time!"

"..."

"..."

As if they realized that this kind of friendship oath was a bit strange, the two of them fell into silence tacitly.

And at this time.

The door of the room was pushed open with a snap.

Mordred and Mash subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.

I saw Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was running out of breath, standing at the door.

"Mashu, I finally found you!"

As the red-haired girl said this, she ran over and grabbed the pink-haired girl's hand.

"Xiao Mo... borrow Mashu for a moment, I have something to discuss with her!"

"Oh...oh." Mordred scratched his face, "But she is your Servant."

"It's not really a loan."

"It seems so." Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly came to his senses.

"That--"

"No more talking!"

Before Mordred could reply, Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Mash and quickly left the room.

With a snap——!

The door is closed.

Only Mordred, feeling confused, was left sitting by the bed.

"What is this..."

After saying this, she yawned loudly.

"Forget it... Never mind. This is actually a good time to sleep."

The young swordswoman from ancient Britain just lay down on the bed and began to sleep soundly.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Ritsuka Fujimaru pulled Mashu to an empty corner.

She turned around and spoke breathlessly.

"Mashu...I...I'm telling you..."

"that--"

Mashu patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's back with a worried look on his face and reminded him in a low voice.

"Ritsuka, you should calm down first."

"You speak so incoherently... I don't understand what you mean."

"Also...also."

After adjusting his breathing for a while, Fujimaru Ritsuka recovered and looked at Mashu in front of him, with a little more panic in his eyes.

“Zimashu——!”

"I'm telling you!"

"Ian... kissed the director in the corridor!"

"..."

After her brain had been shut down for a full ten seconds, Mashu finally accepted the message conveyed by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"What--!"

"Senior... kissed the director?!"

"Yes!!!" Fujimaru Ritsuka stamped his feet anxiously, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"This……"

Mashu's thinking ability reached its peak in an instant.

"When?! Where?! What kind of kissing method did you use?!"

Mashu asked three questions in a row, which was enough to show how excited she was.

"Just now when everyone was dispersing..."

The scene just now replayed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

"Didn't the director say he had something to talk to him about?"

"Then...the two of them just walked to a deserted part of the corridor and started kissing!"

"It's a particularly passionate French kiss!"

"what?!"

After hearing what Ritsuka Fujimaru described, Mashu felt her head buzzing, as if it would split open at any moment because of such a thing.

"how so?!"

"I don't know either..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands were shaking, "There wasn't any sign of anything happening between the two of them before, right?"

"sign?"

Mashu frowned when she heard this word.

The pink-haired girl suddenly realized something, and her head, which had been overheated just now, calmed down a lot.

She pursed her chin, thought for a while, and then asked a question.

"By the way...was it the director who took the initiative to kiss the senior, or was it the senior who took the initiative to kiss the director?"

"Eh?!"

Although he never expected Mashu to ask such a question at this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka still recalled the scene at that time according to her words.

Soon, she had the answer.

"It should be... Ian who took the initiative to kiss the director."