The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

"Shh—Father, please don't tell her that I was the one who said it."

"So, goodbye."

Without any hesitation, he did not want to put his beloved father into a difficult situation.

Mordred (Alter) chose to commit suicide.

A cold wind blew through the streets of London, and Ian was the only one left in the cake shop.

"……I see."

The man said this, and then saw Gray walking towards him.

Perhaps having witnessed everything, the girl quickly spoke:

"Mr. Ian, she's gone."

"Yes."

"Then I have to be honest with Mr. Ian."

"frank?"

"Yeah." Gray nodded, and then spoke as if she had mustered up the courage.

"I...want to go back to Chaldea with Mr. Ian!"

546. Grey was left with his mark/Champagne moment/Return to Chaldea (4k)

"Let's go back to Chaldea together..."

Ian looked at Grey in front of him and realized that she was serious.

"Ok!"

The girl nodded and then took the man's hand.

"I... am not a Servant, nor do I live in this era."

"According to these two conditions, I am qualified to return to Chaldea with you, right?"

"..."

After Gray said this, Ian realized something.

As someone who came to London during the Second Industrial Revolution with the fog, she actually does not belong to the singularity itself.

With the Holy Grail now captured, the group was about to leave, and she really had to think about where to go.

"How did you come up with this?"

"I chatted with Miss BB for a while."

Gray said this as she took out the Chaldea communication device.

That was something Ian had temporarily given her.

"I learned about the possibility of leaving with Mr. Ian."

"This……"

No wonder BB didn’t say much just now, it seems he was chatting with Gray.

"But this will surely be very risky, right?"

"..."

Gray really doesn't know how to hide herself, and her reaction can be said to be written on her face.

So much so that even the lies became visible to the naked eye.

"That... is risk-free!"

"You're lying." Ian exposed Grey's words in one sentence.

"What are the risks? Tell me now."

"..."

Grey rarely rejected Ian's question with silence. She grabbed the corner of her clothes and it was obvious that she didn't want to talk about the so-called risks.

But how could men not know about that risk?

He directly asked his assistant BB.

"BB——"

"Tell me the truth, what's the problem with Gray doing this?"

"..."

After a long silence, BB slowly spoke:

"That's of course a question of spirit particle transfer suitability."

"Gray's situation would have meant she would have been forcibly transported back to Chaldea from London at that point in time without any warning."

"BB doesn't know how good her spirit particle transfer ability is... If it's poor, her body might be torn apart on the spot like the director did."

"..."

Ian looked at Gray in front of him and realized how much determination she had made to say what she was saying to him.

The girl seemed to realize that this look meant he was unhappy, and quickly waved her hand.

"it does not matter!"

"I'm not afraid of this!"

"But I'm afraid." Ian couldn't help but say this as he looked at the person in front of him who looked almost exactly like Altria.

"Gray...can we think of other solutions?"

"This is really too risky."

"..."

"But I really want to go back to Chaldea with Mr. Ian." Gray looked at the man in front of her and expressed her thoughts so firmly for the first time.

"It's agreed—"

"I'm Mr. Ian's wife in reserve, right?"

"Then how can you be afraid of something like this?"

"..."

The past promises hit Ian's heart like a boomerang, making him unable to refute the other party's words.

But because of this, Gray realized that she seemed a little too excited.

soon--

She spoke again.

"Actually, Mr. Ian doesn't need to worry that much, right?"

"Miss BB, you mean 'possibly'? What if nothing happens?"

"It's settled! See you in Mr. Holmes's room later!"

Before the man could answer, or rather, she didn't want to hear the man's answer at all, Gray ran away with Chaldea's communication device.

Ian was the only one left standing there with a complicated expression.

Letting Gray take this risk...is it right or wrong?

Just as the man was thinking about this question, a figure jumped down from the floor behind him and came to his side.

"Pegasus."

"..."

Ian turned around and saw Medusa.

"Medusa...when did you come?"

"I was probably there when you were with the other Mordred."

"...You saw everything?"

"Don't mind it." Medusa looked at Ian. Although she was blindfolded, the man could still feel her tenderness.

"If I had any problem with this, I would have shown up long ago."

"Pegasus, so far, I think your actions are still within the acceptable range."

"..."

"But now that you've appeared," Ian looked at Medusa in front of him, "does that mean you have some objection to my behavior?"

"That's not an opinion."

Medusa looked in the direction Gray had just left, as if the girl was still there.

"I just think-"

“You don’t have to work so hard to bear the consequences of everyone’s choices.”

"What do you mean, Medusa?"

"that is--"

Medusa's gaze returned to Ian, she took the man's hand and spoke.

"Everyone makes their own choices, and such choices always bring many consequences."

"For example, my sisters and I, each of us chose each other."

"On the surface, this might seem like an act of sheer idiocy—but it's not actually that bad, is it?"

"I think... this might be part of fate. Instead of struggling with it or suffering from it, it's better to accept it calmly."

"Everything works out for the best, doesn't it?"

"..."

Ian felt his heart deeply touched.

He knew that Medusa was not trying to comfort him with some profound principles, but was confessing what she had learned in life as a guardian.

Everything is the best arrangement.

"But this seems to be too indulgent of one's own fate." Ian understood what Medusa meant and held her hand.

"Will it really not bring disaster?"

"But no matter how disastrous it is, this is Gray's own choice."

Medusa hugged Ian and buried her head in his chest.

He was the only person she could properly act coquettishly and in a cute way.

"if--"

"If we really care about what she says, shouldn't we support all her choices?"

"Besides... it seems there is no other choice now, right?"

"If we don't let her try to leave London with us, what awaits her won't be a good ending, right?"

"..."

Ian sighed.

How could he not know that this was the case?

He just couldn't accept the thought that Gray might be painfully torn into pieces in the process.

"I understand."

"Since this is Gray's decision, I will support it."

"I'm glad you understand."