The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Ian touched her hand on his cheek.

Although this may sound like a bit of a scumbag, he is still very frank.

“I have too many people I can’t let go of.”

"so--"

"I can't just leave someone behind, or take care of just one person."

"Nero, I know that such a thought must make you angry."

"But...I still have to protect them."

"..."

Nero was silent for a moment, then slapped Ian lightly.

"as expected!"

"I knew that the teacher must have many wives outside. He is a real playboy."

"This slap is my punishment for your betrayal!"

"but--"

The young emperor reached out her hand and gently stroked her man's face, which had just been beaten, with a hint of understanding in her tone.

"I can understand why the teacher has so many wives."

"They must have received help from teachers, just like Boudica?"

"From this perspective, it's not the teacher who's cheating, but rather they're falling in love with the teacher without her permission."

"Hmm, this is outrageous!"

"Uh..." Ian held Nero's hand on his face.

"I'm not that great—after all, I still have selfish desires, just like when we were in Rome."

"Teacher, you are so honest!" Nero pouted like a little pufferfish.

"You won't even lie to me?"

"Because I think no relationship is worth betraying, so naturally I can't lie to you."

"..."

The man's words made Nero's pupils dilate slightly, and it looked like he was struck directly in the heart.

"Really."

"A teacher like this doesn't give me any chance to refute."

Nero moved his body closer to Mordred until he and Ian could hold her in it properly.

"That--"

"I have to be more honest too."

"Hmm~ I'm not simply trying to satisfy Mordred, I have my own selfish motives."

"..."

The answer was not surprising, and it could even be said to be a little late.

This is Nero's truest form.

As the Rose Emperor of Rome, her actions were as valuable as jewels, so most of the time they were initiated because of some kind of exchange that she approved of.

"Then let me hear it—"

"Nero, what exactly are your selfish motives?"

"It's very simple."

Nero looked at Mordred in their arms, with an indescribable emotion in his green eyes.

"In my entire life, I have never been taken seriously by my mother, nor has she ever understood my inner thoughts as a daughter."

"Because of this——"

"I am particularly envious of those children who still have expectations and love for their mothers."

"Because I will never be able to have that kind of feelings again."

“So, I want those kids who still have this passion to keep it going.”

"..."

Although Nero expressed it very tactfully, Ian found at this moment that he could completely understand what she meant.

As a person of extremely remote royal bloodline, Nero was destined to become a tool of his poisonous mother Agrippina from the moment he was born.

Her mother's three remarriages gave her three fathers who completely disliked her;

After being crowned as the Roman Emperor, he encountered the injustice of the other party supporting his brother to rise up against him on the border;

In the end, they even had to use the primordial fire (Aestus estus) to burn her lingering soul.

Nero's remarks at this moment were undoubtedly a summary of that state of mind.

"Because I'm completely disappointed with the identity of 'mother', I want to help Mordred, who still has a passion for 'mother', continue to maintain it."

“Nero—”

Ian looked at the girl opposite him who was not much older than his daughter, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

"Is this what you want to express?"

"Hmm~" Nero nodded and smiled happily, "You are indeed the teacher who understands me the most. You understood my thoughts immediately."

"but--"

"This doesn't seem to be such a simple thing. I have no idea how to become that kind of existence."

"So that's why you want to know what the 'mother' Mordred mentioned looks like, and you plan to directly replicate it, right?"

Listening to Ian's words that seemed to reveal the truth, although Nero didn't want to admit it, he finally nodded.

"Hmm, that's it."

"So, teacher, now you understand how terrifying it is for me that you can't explain clearly what Mordred meant by 'mother'?"

"No, I think it's better that way."

"what?"

Nero was stunned for a moment.

"Teacher, what do you mean by this?"

"Nero, no two snowflakes are alike."

Ian took the girl's hand, and together they welcomed Modred completely into their arms as if they were hugging.

"If the only person Mordred recognized was her 'mother', then she wouldn't be able to rest with us now, right?"

"But now, she not only allows us to have fun, but also sleeps soundly."

"That means she has found the long-lost sense of security with you."

"Hmm... maybe it's you she cares about."

Nero was once again shocked by the new angle found by Ian, and it took him a while to recover.

She has returned to her former energetic self.

"Hmm, I think what the teacher said makes a lot of sense! Maybe it's because of me that I'm like this!"

"But then again—"

Nero looked at his hands clasped with Ian's.

"If Mordred's mother doesn't show up, and I succeed in getting the child to accept me."

"Teacher, you shouldn't mind if I take the position directly, right?"

"...Your statement is a bit scary."

"But if it can really be done to this extent." Ian became gentle.

"As long as Mordred is okay with it, then I don't mind."

"Hmm~ That's what the teacher said!"

That was how the night passed with Mordred.

The Golden Deer sailed steadily on the sea of Oceanus.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the window and hit Mordred squarely between his eyebrows.

"Isn't this sunlight so annoying?!"

The naughty kid opened his eyes reluctantly while complaining, and then he felt something was wrong.

How come the tube that Nero used to mix my father's drinks last night is now in my hand...

It feels so solid...

Noticing Mordred's movements, Ian slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the girl who was panicking and gently left a kiss on her forehead.

"If you play too much, embarrassing things like this will happen."

"Yes, sorry!"

Mordred apologized, but his hands couldn't help but continue playing with it.

It wasn't that she had any other intentions, but she was simply curious about what her aunt and stepmother had touched.

"..."

Although Ian wanted to say something about this, he held it back when he saw Mordred's cautious look.

perhaps--

It was time for me to personally supplement her with the sword skills knowledge that the Knights of the Round Table had failed to teach her.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

Because Nero sensed "something was amiss", she hugged Mordred from the other side and said with a happy look on her face.

"Good morning, Mordred."

"I didn't expect you to like playing with the teacher's things at a time like this?"

"I'm not playing!"

"It's okay, just play it. I'm not the type to look down on you for this."

"I told you we're not playing!"

"Hmm, it would be more interesting if I taught you how to play, right?"

“I really didn’t play!”

Just as Nero and Mordred were playing with the same thing in bed, there was a knock on the door.

The two girls stopped talking sensibly.

"Who?" Ian asked.

"Senior, it's me." Mashu's voice came from outside.

"that--"

"It seems we have arrived at the Invisible Island."

"It's just that something seems a little off."

"Something's not right?"

"Um……"

Outside the door, Mashu recalled everything she had seen and spoke a little unsteadily.

"This island—"

"It seems to have been transformed into some strange appearance."