Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

The powerful aura emanating from Joan of Arc even caused the guests at the next table to hurriedly pay their bills and leave.

"Since it's just an analogy, I'll just tell you the truth."

"Humph~"

Joan of Arc pouted and stole a glance at Shirou out of the corner of her eye.

"It's still hard to accept, I can't bring myself to date a woman who admires me."

I don't want to ruin her beautiful memories, so I can't accept this confession.

“Is that so…ah…”

Joan of Arc's voice sounded somewhat dejected.

I've been fooling around with Artorius lately, forgetting that he's actually a very noble Heroic Spirit.

A king like him would naturally never consider a little girl as a romantic partner...

"That being said, I'm often told that 'although I'm very principled, I have absolutely no integrity when it comes to women's issues.'"

Shirou turned his head, scratching the back of his head sheepishly: "Normally speaking, I can't consider her a romantic partner..."

However, depending on the person, it's possible that they might not be able to persevere to the end.

If the object of affection were Joan of Arc, I really don't know what would happen.

"…………Why?"

Ruler's eyes widened.

If it were me, I don't know what would happen—

What does this mean?

Joan of Arc's cheeks quickly turned red and hot, and her mind went blank.

I actually have a chance?

Thinking of this, the saintess's lips unconsciously curled up sharply.

"Ruler...you really do like me, don't you?"

"I've already said that's not how it is!"

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Volume 5, Chapter 233: Ha, another woman has her eye on my dad.

Mordred walked through the quaint streets.

Because of her revealing clothes and her strikingly beautiful face, she naturally attracted a lot of attention... but no one dared to approach her.

The fierce aura emanating from that petite and slender body was enough to scare away any wicked person with ill intentions.

"Hmm, I guess we should have dragged Master out by force after all."

The "Red" swordsman yawned boredly.

People passing by would glance at the girl because of her beauty—but would immediately look away.

Mordred knew he was being watched and secretly hoped that trouble would come knocking on his door.

Perhaps because she dreamt of her past life again last night, the girl felt frustrated and wanted to vent her emotions by beating someone up.

Unfortunately, no one would be foolish enough to cause her trouble.

"Father, what are you doing now...?"

The girl leaned back on a public bench by the roadside, looking utterly bored.

In the end, I still can't figure out... what that person was thinking.

Since it has manifested in this world as a Heroic Spirit, it must have gained corresponding knowledge from the Holy Grail...

In other words, the king already knew what he had done in Britain.

However, he didn't say anything.

He neither blamed himself nor expressed regret, as if he were deliberately avoiding the issue.

Not only that, he also refused to allow Mordred to call him "Father".

Every time she thought of him, the girl felt a kind of torment in her internal organs.

"Is everything alright with me to him now...?"

"I...I can't do it...Father..."

"No, you can do it."

"If you were King Arthur and Morgan's child, you could do it—prove it to me, Mordred."

The conversation they had once shared echoed in the girl's mind.

At that moment, Mordred felt like she could do anything when he looked at her with such encouraging eyes.

I want to gain his approval.

He wanted more of his approval.

"……Why."

Mordred sighed.

Just then, two familiar figures came into view.

At a table in a nearby open-air café, sat a young couple who appeared to be on a date.

"Not only is the coffee here delicious, but the sandwiches are amazing too... Altoris, would you like to try some?"

"Ah, is that okay?"

"If you don't mind that I've already bitten you, please~"

The blonde girl handed the half-eaten sandwich to the red-haired boy, who took a bite without hesitation.

"How about it?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

"You got some on your lips."

The blonde girl took out a handkerchief and wiped the boy's mouth, but he grumbled impatiently.

"Stop! I can wipe it myself... What if someone sees it?"

"ah--------------?"

Mordred's mouth dropped open.

The young men and women in the coffee shop turned around simultaneously and saw Mordred, just across the street.

"Red Swordsman, what are you doing here?"

Jeanne, who was wiping Shirou's mouth, blinked.

"..."

"..."

Shirou looked embarrassed and quickly pushed Jeanne's hand away.

In fact, Shirou and Mordred's families originally had their bases in the same city.

In this small town with a population of only 30,000, it wouldn't be strange at all to bump into each other by chance.

Mordred observed Shirou's expression and then gave a sly smile.

"...Are you two having a secret rendezvous?"

"It's not like this……"

Just as Shirou was about to explain, another person present—Jeanne d'Arc—stopped him.

“That’s right, we’re on a date, and we even got Master’s permission.”

"what?"

"what?"

Ignoring the two stunned men, the saintess asked again, "Red Swordsman, would you like to come and sit down? I wouldn't mind having another person."

"..."

Mordred's gaze shifted between Shirou and Jeanne's faces before she tentatively asked.

"...Is this a good idea?"

Jeanne d'Arc smiled at Shirou: "Artorius seems a little reluctant, but I'm perfectly fine with it."

Mordred walked over and pulled out the chairs next to the two of them.

……

……

"I was just thinking of trying the sandwiches here, and that I'd like to try making the same flavor myself when I have time... that's really all."

As soon as Mordred sat down, Shirou explained his behavior to her.

"Humph~"

Mordred rested her chin on her hand and turned her face away.

While that's probably true, it still feels unpleasant.

"So, what exactly are you doing here?"

"Joan of Arc and I are dealing with the ghouls left behind by Lancer."

Mordred said irritably, "It's just killing a few ghouls, do you really need both of you to come together?"

"So, this is a date~"

"Ruler, please be quiet."

Shirou remained silent.

For some reason, Joan of Arc has been in a state of excitement since just now.

The "Red" swordsman shrugged and said "Oh".

Anyway, ever since Mordred could remember, her father had always been surrounded by different beautiful women, so she was used to it and didn't find it strange.

"Have you prepared for tonight's battle?"

"It's not much different from usual... I can fight anytime, anywhere."

Mordred said nonchalantly.

Just then, her order arrived.

Grilled chicken sandwiches, apple salad, seafood pasta, short ribs, three cupcakes for dessert, and a cup of coffee.

Joan of Arc stared in disbelief at the food spread all over the table—

This appetite is almost the same as when he was alive.

"Xiao Mo still has a big appetite as always."

Shirou blurted out with a smile.

He frowned as soon as he said it.

He wasn't Mordred's real father, so why would he say such a thing...?

Since arriving in this world, Shirou has had a strange feeling of déjà vu from time to time.

Could it be the influence of King Arthur's spirit origin?

or--

"Speaking of which, shouldn't the 'Red' Swordswoman be Artorius's daughter?"

The fact that a parent and child could appear together in the Holy Grail War like this is, in a sense, a miracle.