The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

Mordred lowered his head and gestured with his hands, looking very conflicted.

After a while, she murmured softly:

"I don't know if I should say it."

"..."

Ian felt even more that something was wrong.

What problem could make Mordred so troubled?

So what exactly could it be?

As a father, I must find out what is going on!

"Just tell me first." Ian gently stroked Mordred's head to ease her inner tension. "It's not necessarily wrong to tell me, but you'll definitely regret it if you don't tell me, right?"

"..."

Ian's words seemed to touch upon the girl's deepest and most real concerns.

She nodded and began to confess her thoughts.

"Father."

"I...think Nero and Second Mom are similar."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, making sure he hadn't heard her wrong, before replying.

"Well, maybe I do feel that way a little bit."

"That--"

"What do you want to do under such circumstances? Are you just going to tell me? That shouldn't be the case."

"of course not."

Mordred held Ian's hand and his voice became softer and softer.

"I... just wanted to hug her."

"..."

Hearing this, Ian's slightly furrowed brow instantly relaxed.

If I was wondering what Mordred wanted to do before, now I completely understand the thoughts of this naughty kid.

This isn't the first time she's done this.

At the first singularity, Mordred mistook Joan of Arc, who was carrying the holy flag, for Altria and was extremely excited.

of course.

When he later discovered that they were not the same person, Mordred also apologized honestly.

Ian still remembers that look of loss.

And this time——

With the previous experience, Ian knew that Mordred must have known that it was not Altria.

But even so, the naughty kid still wants to do it.

Maybe... I really miss them too much.

This was a much better situation than being angry at Nero.

Of course, Ian supports his daughter's behavior from the bottom of his heart.

but--

We still have to find out the cause and effect.

"That's fine." Ian hugged Modred and whispered in her ear in the gentlest tone.

"Just...can you tell me why you have such thoughts?"

"Otherwise, I can't help you."

"..."

Feeling the warmth from his father, Mordred raised his head and looked into the man's eyes.

"Because I don't quite remember what a hug from my second mother feels like."

"so--"

"It's so hard to meet someone who is somewhat similar to her, I think..."

Perhaps because he found this idea a little strange, Mordred did not continue speaking.

only--

Even just a few words like this were enough for Ian to understand her entire thought.

It can be summed up in one sentence.

She really missed them.

"I see." Ian rubbed Mordred's golden hair, "I understand what you mean."

"Then I'll go tell her now."

"If it's just a hug, I think it should be easy enough."

After saying this, Ian wanted to walk towards Nero and fulfill his daughter Modred's wish.

however--

At this time, Mordred reached out again and grabbed his father.

"Father, don't do this."

"..."

Ian turned around and looked at his daughter in confusion.

"What's wrong? Did you change your mind?"

"No." Mordred shook his head and denied his father's understanding.

"I just--"

“I just want to try it myself!”

"..."

Ian was stunned at first, but the surprise on his face soon turned into approval of Mordred's idea.

"So that's what you think..."

"Then I won't help."

"Well!" Mordred clenched his fists. "Father, just watch carefully!"

Ever since——

After confessing his idea to Ian and getting his support, Mordred started his hugging plan.

It's just...

Things don't seem as simple as imagined.

On the deck of the Golden Deer.

Perhaps realizing that this journey would soon reach its end, Drake began to think about spending all his family's money.

"Who among you wants to go with me and carry up the wine from the Golden Deer?!"

"I promise to let you drink to your heart's content today!"

"The Great Adventurer's wine?" Nero nodded with some anticipation. "That must be a very good collection."

"Then I'll come and help!"

Having said this, Nero really started to act.

Although she was the emperor of Rome, the girl's abilities were not bad at all.

Soon, she and Drake carried out a wooden barrel full of fine wine from the cabin of the Golden Deer.

It was at this time that Nero noticed Mordred who had been following him.

"..."

"Hmm?"

Nero turned around, put his hands on his hips, looked at Mordred with a puzzled look, and asked.

"Although I know that I have a unique charm."

"But Mordred, I'm also going to feel uncomfortable if you just follow me around like this without saying a word~"

"Even if your Master is a teacher like me, it won't change that."

"Hey, this!"

Although he can be said to be fearless in normal times, even people like Hercules dare to fight him.

But what I did this time was really a little embarrassing.

Faced with Nero's relatively gentle rebuke, Mordred's cheeks flushed, and he hesitated for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"for this I……"

"..."

Nero tilted her head slightly, and her slightly pouting mouth showed that she was very confused about this girl who looked a little younger than her.

"I think you're really weird."

"But it doesn't matter—"

Nero pointed to the wine barrel beside him and smiled generously.

"Want to drink with Yu?"

"Hmm~ As the emperor of Rome, I know how to enjoy the best flavor of wine."

"Eh--!"

Faced with Nero's invitation, Mordred, who had something in mind, naturally nodded hurriedly.

"Okay."

"Well, then follow me."

Whether it was accidental or deliberate arrangement, Modred sat next to Nero, while the other girls and Ian sat on the other side.

"Hahaha!"

"This is the first time I'm sharing this with anyone other than my brothers!"

"But this feels good too!"

As Drake spoke, he took out a small knife and began to cut the rope that bound the entire barrel bit by bit.

The moment the lid was opened, a fragrance wafted into the air.

That was a taste that even Mashu, who had never drunk much alcohol, would sigh with admiration.

"smell good!"

"Is this also part of Miss Drake's Noble Phantasm?!"

"That's right." Drake responded generously.

"If we have a boat and brothers, then of course we also need good wine!"

“…That makes sense.”

"Who cares if it's reasonable or not?" Drake took out a few wooden wine glasses. "Let's just drink today!"

"Come on, drink as much as you can, don't be polite to me!"