The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Mordred looked at her who came to greet everyone and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

"How did you suddenly become such a little girl?"

"That's right!" Shuten-douji, who was sitting on Gareth's lap, poked his head out from behind the seat. "I think this is just a little devil!"

"Shuten, your words don't sound very convincing."

Ibaraki Douji, who had been sitting obediently on Nightingale's lap, suddenly said this.

"I think it's best not to comment too much."

"Hey!" Shuten-doji said unconvincedly, "But we're clearly not children anymore!"

"Uncle——!"

"Hahaha." Ian couldn't help but laugh, "Shuten, of course you're not."

"But Ibaraki does have some truth to it."

"Hey! Doesn't that still mean I'm a child?"

"This kind of thing is not important anymore."

Ian unlocked the car door.

"Let's go over and see what's going on."

"Just staying here like this isn't a big deal."

Ever since——

Under Ian's "command", the girls got out of the car one after another.

Walking in front was Ian, with Nero clinging to him as always, and with her arm around his, she looked like a real lady.

A little later were the sisters Modred and Gareth.

The two of them looked at the intimacy between their father and Nero, their expressions somewhat complicated.

As for the last ones, they are Nightingale and the two little ghosts of Oeyama.

However, she was not very familiar with Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji, so she kept a certain distance from them.

"Hello."

Ian came to the purple-haired girl and greeted her very politely.

"I'm Ian Pendragon."

"Wait a minute!"

The purple-haired girl paused while the man was introducing himself, then took out a small notebook and began to search through its contents.

"Oh!"

"The President sent me a message saying you have special expertise in robotics—could I confirm this?"

"You know, if I make a mistake, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

"..."

Ian frowned slightly, but out of respect for Edison, he still used his "memory projection" to project Athena in front of the other party.

"This……"

Seeing the huge goddess mecha in front of her, the purple-haired girl was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

"Does this kind of robotics technology really exist?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded. "It does exist—otherwise, Edison wouldn't want me to be his ally, right?"

"Okay, that's all for the exhibition."

The man quickly stopped his projection - after all, it would consume a lot of magic power.

"You should also tell us your name, right?"

"That's right!" The purple-haired girl slapped her head and then stuck out her tongue. She looked quite cute like this.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself."

"I'm Helena Blavatsky. If your name is too long, just call me Helena."

"Currently, I am the Vice President of the United Kingdom."

Helena snapped her fingers, and dozens of war robots suddenly appeared behind her.

The only difference from Edison's is that -

These robots are not equipped with hot weapons such as muskets.

Instead, it was replaced by a more retro staff.

"Don't be surprised—" Helena supported her hands on her hips. "This is my special forces. Even the president can't activate them without my permission."

"I brought it here now just to show you my strength."

"Yeah, that's right. I prefer to delve into magic, and after combining it with modern technology, it became like this."

"Uh……"

Ian didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just followed Helena's words and started praising her.

"You combine tradition with reality? You really are a person with a rich imagination."

"Hehe, of course."

Helena looked very proud.

"correct!"

"Why are there so many girls following you? Who are they? What is their relationship with you?"

"Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus."

"Yu is his wife!"

Nero answered without hesitation while holding onto Ian's arm.

In fact, she is qualified to say so.

After all, the look the young emperor was putting on at the moment could only be done when the relationship had reached the level of lovers or above.

Helena had no doubts about this.

only--

After Nero shouted this, the direction of events gradually became strange.

Shuten-doji soon followed suit and raised his little hand.

"My name is Shuten-doji, and I'm also your wife!"

"what?"

Helena couldn't believe what she heard for a moment.

But before she could recover from the shocking statement, a fatal double blow hit her face.

Ibaraki Douji, who had been holding Shuten Douji's hand like a child, raised his other hand as if in a chain reaction, and said blankly:

"Since Shuten said she is Abe-sama's wife!"

"That's Utsukimi-douji, and she's also Abe-sama's wife."

"Well... although I don't know when I got married."

"Hey!" Shuten-douji quickly covered Ibaraki-douji's mouth.

"Ibaraki, you idiot! Why do you always have to explain our affairs so clearly?"

"what?"

Helena looked at the two little kids in front of her who were only slightly taller than her, and her expression seemed a little complicated and a little embarrassed.

"Let's not talk about the fact that you look like you're not of the same species as him..."

"Is it really suitable to get married at this age?"

"Hey! What are you talking about, little one?"

Shuten-doji said in great anger.

"I just look young—if we really compare ages, I'm hundreds of you!"

"Ibaraki, don't hold me back. Today, I must let her know what it means to be an adult!"

“…But I didn’t pull you.”

Looking at the two little ghosts who were making a noise and looked very similar to herself, Helena wiped the tears from her forehead and looked at the remaining Modred, Gareth and Nightingale.

"If you count them, there are three wives here."

"Are you guys the same?"

"..."

Nightingale, who had remained silent, frowned slightly, which showed that she was thinking seriously.

Soon, she walked to Ian's side and took his other unused hand.

"My name is Nightingale—and as you can see, I am indeed his wife."

"what!"

Helena and Nero shouted at the same time.

After the former reacted, he looked at the latter with great confusion.

"I don't know what you mean—Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, what are you yelling about?"

"Huh? You actually remember Yu's name?"

"Isn't that natural?" Helena said with a hint of pride. "My memory is very good."

"wrong--!"

"Now is not the time to talk about that."

"Is she the wife of this man called Ian Pendragon?"

"..."

Facing Helena's questioning, Nero recalled what his teacher said last night.

Nightingale is a very important part of this singularity.

So--

Let's just admit this for now.

"Well, yes." Nero nodded very reluctantly, "She is indeed Yu's husband's other wife."

"But in terms of first come first served and degree of favor—!"

"I am the absolute best around the teacher!"

"This……"

Helena's gaze gradually moved away from Nero and then fell on Nightingale beside her.

Obviously, this is a sign of asking whether the other party accepts this statement.

After Nightingale hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly, the girl who claimed to be the Vice President of the United Kingdom moved her throat slightly.

"This, this is it..."

She placed her last "hope" on the two girls who had not spoken yet.

"that--!"

"If they are all his wives, then you shouldn't be his, right?"

"..."

"..."

Mordred and Gareth glanced at each other, realizing that neither of them had come up with an answer to that question.