The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

“Isn’t this baked food so beautiful?”

"After all, it uses more mature baking technology, so it will naturally look much better." Ian patiently explained to his daughter.

"That's right."

Mordred (Alter) nodded in agreement to his father's words and began to cut the cake with a knife.

"Speaking of which-"

"How long in the future will this be in Britain?"

"..."

Ian had never really calculated it before Mordred (Alter) asked this question.

Fortunately, this was not a problem. After a quick estimate, the man had a rough answer.

"Probably more than 1,400 years from now."

"..."

Mordred (Alter) nodded upon hearing this, looking as if he understood something.

"It's been so long..."

Expressing her inner feelings, the girl pushed a piece of cake in front of Ian.

"Father, you should have a taste too."

"it is good."

Ian actually didn't really like sweets, but since it was something Mordred requested, he was more than happy to give it a try.

"It's very sweet."

“And it’s a little sticky – but overall, still a very good cake.”

Listening to the man's reflections on the meal, Mordred (Alter) seemed to be lost in thought before revealing a lovely smile.

"Then can you feed me, father?"

"Even one piece would be fine."

"Eh?"

Ian never expected that Mordred (Alter) would make such a request at this time.

But when he thought that she would disappear here as this singularity was repaired, the man felt that no matter what the request was, it was worth responding to.

"okay, I get it."

Just do it.

Ian picked up another piece of cut cake and stood up. He walked to his daughter and fed her as she requested.

The fork was inserted into the cake, and finally brought it to Mordred (Alter), which was baked just right.

The young knight who appeared out of obsession took it in her mouth with a roar.

Under her father's gaze, she savored the food he fed her very seriously.

last of the last--

The girl's tongue licked the fork gently, and she looked like a snake that had been hungry for several days and was unwilling to miss any sugar and flour.

Mordred [Alter] didn't let go of the fork until everything was clean.

"so good."

"What my father feeds me is just a little different."

"Really?" The compliment from his daughter made Ian feel a little better.

But it’s just some.

He reached out and gently stroked Mordred's cheek.

"anything else?"

"You're probably not full, are you?"

There was still more than a day left before the bet agreed upon with Solomon, and Ian felt that Mordred (Alter) was fully qualified to occupy it.

however--

Faced with her father's "flattery", the young knight did not seem that happy.

Ian realized that the situation seemed a little bad.

And this premonition soon turned into reality.

Mordred (Alter) moved closer to Ian and asked:

"Father."

"Is it almost time for me to say goodbye to you?"

"..."

Before Ian could figure out how to bring up this matter with Mordred (Alter), he brought it up first.

"Mordred, this..."

"Father, just answer me yes or no." The girl's attitude was not as excited as expected, but seemed a little indifferent.

It seemed as if all this was just a good morning to her.

"..."

Having said that, Ian had no choice but to admit it.

"Ah."

"Mordred, you are right—we... must separate here."

"Is that so?" Mordred (Alter) pouted.

"I was wondering why my father looked at me in such a strange way."

"I'm sorry, Mordred."

"There's nothing to be sorry about!" Mordred (Alter) leaned on Ian's shoulder and spoke as if he was acting coquettishly.

"Being able to see my father was an unexpected surprise for me."

"and--"

"Father really is like a hero."

"Whether it's the Strike Air hammer that drives away the fog, or the sword of promised victory (Excalibur), father is doing his job well, right?"

"So you noticed it."

Ian gently stroked Mordred's hair.

It was almost the same feel as Morgan's.

"Of course!"

Mordred (Alter) looked up at his father.

"You are the hero I have always dreamed of becoming!"

"I...care about you a lot!"

"..."

The more Mordred [Alter] said this, the sadder Ian felt.

He could only nod to show that he was listening to her.

"Mordred, don't pay attention to what your mother said about heroes."

"Even without that identity, you are still my daughter."

"But--"

Mordred (Alter) untied his long golden hair, revealing his girlish appearance for the first time.

"My feelings towards my father are not just like this."

"..."

Ian realized that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, but it was too late to escape.

Mordred (Alter) was sitting on the man's lap, his eyes no longer as innocent as before.

"I've been hearing my aunt and stepmother talk about you since I was very young."

"I was wondering—"

"What kind of hero will it be?"

"Now... I can finally get an answer."

"He's a wonderful man—he's someone who even makes my heart flutter." Mordred (Alter) reached out and put his arms around the man's neck.

It was a look between a lover and a daughter, not too awkward, but definitely not pure either.

As the reverse side of Mordred, she seems to have a more complex cognition than before, an existence that transcends boundaries.

only--

It was not until everything in the singularity was settled that she completely released these emotions.

"Father."

"I like you as much as my mother and the others do—the kind of like that allows us to be together."

“It’s been like this for a long time.”

"but……"

Mordred (Alter) raised her head. After removing the layers of disguise, she looked like a young girl.

"That kind of thing isn't allowed, right?"

"At least the mothers would be very angry if they knew."

"So, father, after you find out, please pretend I never said such a thing."

"but--"

Mordred's throat moved slightly, expressing the resentment and regret he felt after expressing his thoughts clearly.

"Can you please, as a father, give me a kiss?"

"..."

"I see."

Ian took a deep breath, then hugged Mordred (Alter), who took the initiative to sit on him.

He kissed her as if she were his mother.

After a while, the man finally opened his mouth and spoke in an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry, Mordred."

"It can only be this way."

"That's enough." Mordred (Alter) wiped his lips and smiled with satisfaction.

She stood up and tied her hair back up.

"I'm really satisfied this time."

"Not only did I meet the legendary British hero, but I also confessed my feelings."

"Father, let me tell you one last thing."

"The me in Chaldea—"

Mordred (Alter) took up the brilliant sword Clarent and put it to his throat.

"She actually had similar thoughts—it's just that she was a little slow to realize that her anger towards your lovers actually stemmed from her own side."