The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Gray's answer wasn't a question of whether she wanted to or not, but a simple and clear "I do".

"Although I'm of marriageable age, if Mr. Ian wants me to wait a little longer, that's fine!"

"after all--"

"There must be a lot of girls waiting to marry someone like you, right?"

"...The detective skills you learned from Sherlock Holmes are truly impressive."

"Eh?"

"Nothing." Ian temporarily stopped talking with Grey. He knew he had more important things to do.

"Gray, can you do me a favor?"

"Can I do you a favor?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, then placed Jack the Ripper in his arms on her legs.

"Help me take care of her, okay?"

"I saw an acquaintance over there and wanted to meet him."

"..."

Gray didn't answer Ian immediately, but followed his gaze and then noticed Caster who was sitting in the corner.

Suddenly, even though she had no idea who the other person was, the girl nodded resolutely.

"I see."

"Mr. Ian, just go without worry - I will take good care of her for you like a wife!"

"Well, please."

however--

What Ian didn't know was that he had just stood up and walked towards that Caster.

Sitting on Grey's lap, Jack the Ripper then began her own actions.

She raised her head and looked at Gray who was hugging her, her blue eyes showing waves of curiosity.

"that--"

"Sister Gray, do you want to be our father's wife?"

"Eh……"

Because it was confirmed that the other party was a child who was persecuted by Jack the Ripper and was unable to come into this world, and not Jack the Ripper himself.

Gray still wanted to be friendly to this little loli.

"I have... I have a little idea!"

"In that case—" Jack the Ripper rubbed his hands.

"You might need to learn from Mother Medusa."

"Learn from Mother Medusa?"

"Yeah." Jack the Ripper nodded.

"She—she's really good at riding Daddy!"

"Eh?!"

Gray looked around, then leaned close to Jack the Ripper's ear and asked quietly.

"Then how should I learn..."

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Ian had no idea what strange things Jack the Ripper and Grey were discussing.

His attention at this moment was completely focused on Caster in front of him.

"Let me do it--"

He took the wine from the wine cellar from the boss, and then came to Caster under his surprised gaze.

"How about a drink?"

"..."

Caster looked at the man in front of him, his red eyes sizing up and down Ian.

Then he nodded - indicating that Ian could sit next to him.

"bring it on."

"Since you also want to savor the wine that carries the flavor of time, then sit here."

"..."

For some reason, although he looked almost identical to Caster he met at that time, Ian always felt that he was obviously different from him back then.

If I have to say...

At this time, he was not so indifferent, but instead had a hint of enthusiasm.

"Thank you."

Ian sat across from Caster and began pouring wine for him.

"Give."

As the man said this, he pushed the poured wine in front of him.

"Take a sip."

"..."

Caster did not respond to Ian's greeting, but picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Then he frowned and spoke as if blaming her.

"Even the so-called finest wines can only last this long?"

"I can't really appreciate the accumulation of time."

"..."

Listening to Caster's obvious reproach, Ian couldn't help but wonder if the wine was really as unpalatable as he said.

however--

The opposite is true.

Ian poured himself a glass of wine and then took a sip like Caster.

But what flowed into the man's mouth was indescribable sweetness and an almost perfect rich aroma.

Obviously, this is a very good wine. In order to deal with this strange Caster, the tavern owner really took out the best thing in the box.

"Your taste seems a bit picky." Ian couldn't help but comment on Caster.

"Such a perfect wine, yet you can't even give it your approval?"

"I think... that's a bit too much."

Although judging from his performance in the Holy Grail War, Ian knew that his strength was definitely not as good as the opponent's for the time being.

But precisely because of this, he wanted to use such words to get the other party to reveal more information.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it never goes wrong to know more.

But Caster was not angry about this. He just looked at Ian and then began to explain why he thought so.

"Yes."

"According to the general idea—"

“If you judge it solely by the standards of a wine, it is indeed a very good choice.”

"But……"

Caster looked at the wine in his glass that was still unfinished and gave a meaningful smile.

“There can’t be only one side to things.”

"It's wine, but it's also a product that transcends time. It's been carefully preserved for many years and has only been opened today."

"Since it carries such an important thing, shouldn't it bear more responsibility?"

"..."

Ian could sense that Caster had more to say, and that what he wanted to mention was not just about the wine.

The man decided to take a little risk.

"You... seem to have something that's on your mind."

"Care?" Caster smiled slightly.

"It's better to say that someone's existence made me realize what laziness is."

"Laziness?" Ian felt like he was getting into something he had never touched upon before.

"Yeah, just laziness."

Caster's hand moved away from the wine glass, and it was obvious that he had no intention of drinking it anymore.

"He was clearly in an extremely important position, but he didn't do what he was supposed to do."

"It really bothers me that people choose to believe in those so-called empty things when they should be guiding them."

While saying these words, Caster's expression looked very unhappy, completely different from the calm state he had just in when he was enjoying the wine.

Even Ian could sense that he was implicitly condemning someone.

only--

What should be focused on at this moment is not who Caster is blaming, but what kind of person he is.

But just as the streets of London this time brought Ian countless "surprises", Caster in front of him was also giving the man a "surprise".

Caster seemed to see through Ian's thoughts and spoke to him again:

"I don't know whether to say it's sad or lamentable—"

"You seem to be that kind of person at heart. You can obviously do more, but you always stay in a position that makes me unhappy."

"Just like now—" Caster's red eyes stared at Ian.

"You clearly wanted to know what my name was, but you gave up because of your own psychological pressure."

"In that case, you shouldn't have come to me in the first place."

"..."

"I think you seem to be overthinking it." The man responded to Caster, his attitude neither arrogant nor humble.

"Of course I know what I have to do when I'm in that position."

"Even if you didn't remind me now, I would still think so."

"In fact, in order to achieve this meeting, I have done many things that you may not know."

"And you simply judged me as not fulfilling my duties based on my momentary hesitation."

"I said--"

Ian looked at the man in front of him without a trace of fear.

"If this isn't excessive imagination, what is it?"

"You... seem a little arrogant."

Caster responded cleanly and neatly, seemingly having never expected Ian to speak to him in this way.

But his character seems to be quite eccentric.

In the face of Ian's direct response, Caster was not angry, but laughed instead.

"I see."

"As expected of someone that guy—even their perceptions are almost identical."