The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But out of friendship, Ian responded to her call.

"Since you said so, then of course it's possible,"

"But I don't know what Nightingale thought—she had her own ideas."

"Eh!"

Helena was happier when she found Ian unexpectedly easy to talk to.

"In that case..."

The Vice President of the United States glanced quietly at the nurse beside him.

"Miss Nightingale, what is your opinion..."

"..."

Nightingale glanced at Helena, who was cautiously asking for her opinion, and then glanced at Ian beside her.

After thinking for a moment, she nodded, then took Ian's hand and responded to Helena like a wife.

"no problem."

"Wherever my husband goes, I go."

"You are surprisingly loyal..."

Helena looked at the plump Nightingale and made such an evaluation.

"But this isn't a bad thing."

"The saying 'husband and wife follow each other' shows that your relationship is really good - I am sincerely happy for you."

"Well! Since you have no objections, please follow me!"

Ever since——

At Helena's initiative, Ian and Nightingale temporarily left the site of the armament reorganization.

The three of them wandered around in the extremely complicated machine factory for a long time, and finally arrived at a place that could not be seen from the outside.

"What is this for?"

Ian looked at the door in front of him that was closed by several combination locks, and couldn't help but become alert.

During his time living in Chaldea, he had already developed a habit of being wary of such places.

"If you don't confess, I will never go in."

"Yeah, me too." Nightingale quickly followed Ian's words and expressed her own thoughts.

"If Ian doesn't go in, I definitely won't go in either."

"What's with that tone of voice? You're acting like I'm the bad guy!"

The petite Helena said somewhat unhappily.

"Do I look like someone who would trick his allies into going somewhere they shouldn't be?"

"...You'd better not be. If you are, I will definitely not show mercy."

Ian held Nightingale's hand tightly.

This is his instinctive reaction as a man to protect the opposite sex.

It can't be said to be a subconscious reaction, but it is almost a behavior ingrained in our bones.

Nightingale enjoyed the strength coming from the man, and there was a slight touch in her red eyes.

Corresponding to this reaction, she also held Ian's hand tightly.

The two people holding hands looked like a couple who had just woken up, or like comrades fighting side by side.

"Hey! Don't think of me as such a bad person!"

As Helen said this, she pressed extremely complicated numbers on the combination locks.

"To tell you the truth! It's just some robot testing."

"I can't possibly do anything bad to you. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to explain to the President, right?"

When Ian heard Helena move Edison out, he thought there was some truth to it.

"I see. If that's the case, then let's hurry up."

"Okay!"

Perhaps he was complying with Ian's request, or perhaps he had always intended to do so.

Helena quickly and neatly brought Ian and Nightingale into the place that was locked with several combination locks.

Thinking about the robot test she just mentioned, Ian thought that what was waiting for him would be a huge robot, but he didn't expect the result to be completely different.

What appeared in front of the two people was something similar to a cannon.

To be more precise, perhaps it should be called a cannon.

However, its appearance was only that of a cannon, and from the outside it seemed that even the device for transporting itself was not yet ready.

And if we consider the series of encryption measures we faced before this——

It's like a secret weapon.

"Hehe~" Helena put her hands on her hips, looking quite proud. "Didn't expect it to be something like this?"

"I really didn't expect it." Ian admitted this very sincerely.

"What is this for?"

"Of course it's a weapon," Helena introduced. "It's made with reference to many ancient magic tricks! Just one strike can defeat those Celtic people!"

"But this looks like a modern weapon, doesn't it?"

"Well..." Helena coughed lightly a few times, "If we don't do it like this, it will arouse the President's suspicion."

"..."

Ian almost choked to death by Helena's words.

It's really weird when you think about it that the Vice President is making super ancient weapons without telling the President.

However, thanks to Helena's description, he did understand the basic principles of the cannon in front of him.

A weapon combining heat and cold, based on ancient magic, but with a modern form factor.

only--

This brings up new problems.

"This shouldn't involve me and Nightingale, right?"

"Since there are weapons like this that can deal with the Celtics, can't we just use them?"

“That’s the problem!”

Helena was a little anxious.

She looked around, making sure there was no one else around before continuing.

"I can't find a suitable medium to use the Venus God, the Flame Lord (Sanat Kumāra)!"

"Wait a moment." Ian stopped Helena. "What is this Venus God, the Flame God (Sanat Kumāra)?"

"Oh!" Helena patted her head gently.

"That's the name of this cannon!"

"Well, doesn't it sound impressive?"

"Uh... maybe." Ian smiled awkwardly. He could feel that this name was very important to Helena, but he couldn't figure out what it was for the time being.

"so--"

"Are you actually asking me to equip Athena with such a cannon?"

"Hey!"

Helena tilted her head slightly and nodded happily. She didn't seem to know that she looked quite cute.

"Ian, you are so considerate."

"That's right!"

"What I want is to equip your robot with something like this. That way, it can give its full power, right?"

Ian could now understand why Helena was so determined to see the Athena when she was at the door.

It turns out that the ultimate goal was to find a suitable carrier for his own Venus God, Fire God (Sanat Kumāra).

“Then I think that might not work.”

"Eh?! Why!" Helena grabbed Ian's clothes. She never expected that she would be rejected by her ally.

"Isn't this just a matter of strengthening the force?"

"In theory, that's exactly what's happening."

"But--"

Ian looked at the Venus God, Fire Lord (Sanat Kumāra) placed on the ground nearby.

"You said this thing is actually a product of magic, right?"

"So does my Athena."

"If I had to maintain the state of being able to configure such a thing..." The man covered his chest, "I might die on the spot."

It's not that Ian is talking nonsense.

As a man, he is naturally interested in robots and Gundams.

If he could, he would have projected Athena all the time without Helena telling him to.

Without saying anything else——

At least it would give Mordred a treat.

But here's the thing.

Unlike ordinary projections, Athena is a product of the Age of Gods and also comes from a distant civilization.

Its internal structure and operating logic cannot be understood and reproduced in a general way.

This means that in order to maintain his existence, more magic power must be invested than usual.

of course.

This is not impossible, but men also understand how heavy a burden this will put on the body.

Therefore, he would never take out Athena unless it was a critical moment.

Or should I say...

Even if you take it out, it will only take a short while.

"This……"

After hearing Ian's words, Helena realized that she seemed to have taken things for granted.

Athena is undoubtedly the best carrier of Venus God, Fire God (Sanat Kumāra).

But such a carrier is not essentially a robot of this era.

"How to do this?"

Just when Helena was at a loss, Nightingale comforted her.

"Don't worry."

"We still have time - there will be a way to solve the problem."

"..."

Helena didn't expect Nightingale to comfort her at this time.

This made her feel that the other person was indeed a good person.

And Ian also put forward his own ideas at this time.