The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[All I saw was a huge pit.]

[It can be seen that the ground is sunken after suffering some powerful impact.]

【Based on this alone, you can imagine what Scathach said earlier.】

"I killed Gilgamesh here."

[Obviously, behind this understatement, there seems to be an unprecedented battle.]

Inside that huge pit.

Ian looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"There are so many weapons here..."

Just like what the knight lamented.

I couldn't see it clearly when it was far away just now, but now that it's closer, everything becomes clear.

All I saw were various sword blades stuck in this land corroded by the dead.

The dark red light reflected on their blades, and it actually condensed into an appearance like moonlight.

The intersecting glows gathered above the pit into a breath like the condensed moon, as if silently saying that this was the king's tomb.

"arms?"

Scathach smiled.

"This isn't a weapon."

"Not a weapon?" Ian had never expected such an answer.

He glanced at the situation again, and then understood what Scathach meant.

"They are projections...?"

"You are indeed an excellent Saber." Scathach nodded.

"Yes."

"These are all projections left here by Gilgamesh, without exception."

You feel your soul tremble when you hear these words.

You don’t understand why this happens.

【But rather than being concerned about such anomalies——】

【What you care more about is the reason why Gilgamesh was able to leave them here.】

Projection, as the name suggests, is to project the shadow of an object.

Starting from the concept, we can know that the formation of projection has many requirements.

First of all, there must be an entity.

"Shadow" cannot appear out of thin air, but must have a so-called "original" as a prototype.

Secondly, the process of dissemination cannot be hindered.

Once the path of the "shadow" is blocked, it will fall on other "planes" and then seem to disappear.

Finally, there is the plane that the shadow reaches.

In practical terms, it "comes" into the hands of the user.

These three points are indispensable. If any one of them is missing, the projection will immediately become invalid.

The problem now is that——

What on earth are these projections left by Gilgamesh?

They have clearly lost their original existence, but they still remain the same.

As if she could see through the man's thoughts, Scathach quickly began to explain.

"Ian."

"You should have felt it, right? In the Land of Shadows, there is no such thing as day and night."

"Because of this, Gilgamesh's weapons will not dissipate with the passage of time."

"I see." Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"So the Shadow Kingdom...was originally like this?"

"You can say yes, and you can say no." The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom replied.

"What does this mean?" Ian was a little confused by this ambiguous answer.

"Because time is defined by people."

"They want to use a way to record their life experiences."

"Something like I lived to be eighty-seven and he died at thirty-two."

Scathach, holding her Gae Bolg Alternative, walked towards the projection of Gilgamesh's weapon.

"But for the undead—"

"Such an account is meaningless, because their lives have completely ended, and all they are doing now is just wandering around."

"Just like me."

Scathach looked at the palm of her hand, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes.

"Time is nothing but endless torture for me."

"Perhaps it is precisely because of this understanding that the Shadow Kingdom has become what it is now?"

As Scathach finished her words, she felt a pair of hands around her waist.

Those were Ian's hands, and the touch at this moment indicated that he was hugging the Queen of Shadow Kingdom from behind.

The man is very tall.

Even a mature woman like Scathach seemed smaller in front of him.

"In that case—"

"Shall I redefine your time?"

“Redefining my time?”

Hearing these words that touched her heart, Scathach looked up at the man who was hugging her, her eyes showing a bit of confusion and aggrieved.

This kind of thing used to measure the length of life has long been out of reach for the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.

"How conscious are you to say such a thing?"

"Can you control time?"

"Is there a way to carry my life on my shoulders?"

"To say 'redefine my time' to someone like me who can't die is such a heavy thing to say."

“Don’t say things you can’t do easily.”

"You are a person who is full of..."

Scathach hesitated to speak.

She felt that it would be a bit too much to continue talking about this.

after all--

The one who caused all this was not the man named Ian Pendragon, but those damn gods.

If possible, Scathach swore that she would kill them a thousand times!

"I'm really all on my mind."

Ian hugged Scathach tighter in his arms, ignoring her unreasonable behavior.

"But that doesn't mean I don't have a solution."

"..."

Knowing that Ian was trying to give her a way out, Scathach secretly despised herself for throwing a tantrum at him just now.

"Ian, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple--" The knight's hand went straight down along Scathach's waist, and finally stopped a little above her lower abdomen.

"Let's duel every day from now on like we did before."

"Whenever you lose, I'll draw a line here, and then spell out the correct characters one by one. That way, your time will be meaningful, right?"

"That is--"

"I challenge you to fail as many times as you can."

"What if you keep losing?" Scathach couldn't help but ask.

"If that's the case—"

Ian leaned close to Scathach's ear and spoke softly.

"Then keep writing the character 'positive'. When your lower abdomen is full, go to your thighs. If your thighs are full, go to your collarbone. Until your entire body is covered, this will serve as a memorial to my failure."

"Scathach, you don't mind this, right?"

"But I don't think that will happen. Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, I will definitely defeat you."

"..."

Color gradually appeared in Scathach's eyes.

She felt her heart beating constantly because of this shameful couple's request.

The Queen's time began to flow again at this moment.

"You are always so inexplicably confident, my husband."

"I see—I accept your challenge."

"I hope that one day you will allow me to kneel before you as a defeated warrior with these righteous words."

"Can I do whatever I want then?"

Ian asked jokingly.

Scathach responded very cooperatively.

"Of course—I'll accept anything, provided you can do it."

"But now, you should do something else first."

"what's up?"

"Go and choose a sword that Gilgamesh left behind in the Land of Shadows."

Scathach replied, feeling that the world had become a much better place.

"That's how Saber should be, isn't it?"

"..."

"Ian, why aren't you talking? Am I wrong?"

"Of course not." Ian shook his head. "I just thought being a Lancer occasionally wouldn't be a bad idea."

"And... can I only pick one?"

"Ok?"

Scathach once again indulged in Ian's ambitious gift.

The desire that had just subsided was burning again.

Her fingers gently stroked the back of Ian's hand.

"You can pick as many as you want."

"The premise is——"

"How much magic power can you exchange for it?"