In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

"Eh--?!"

Mordred and Ophelia shouted at the same time.

"No, what are you shouting for?"

Mordred looked at Ophelia in confusion.

"Father... Master, is he wrong?"

"..."

Ophelia knew she had set Ian up again.

But in order to be able to touch the brilliant and glorious sword (Clarent), she could only swallow her anger and accept it.

"Correct."

"I am his maid."

"Oh……"

Mordred seemed to suddenly realize something.

"In that case, I can show it to you."

"but--"

She was still very careful.

"Don't do anything weird."

"I know."

"Well, let me show you then."

Ophelia carefully took the Clarent sword from Mordred.

As a magician, she could feel the strong magical power on it, and in order to prevent it from harming herself, Mordred deliberately suppressed it.

This is an experience that a magician will only have a few times in his entire life.

It seems——

Ian has a good side sometimes.

But this guy actually asked me to take the initiative to admit my identity as a maid.

What a bad taste.

But never mind that for now.

Ophelia focused all her attention on the Clarent Sword in front of her.

She wanted to study this so badly.

At this time, Ian once again pulled Mordred aside.

After making sure that Ophelia wouldn't notice this, he said:

"Mordred, I want to ask you something."

"what's up?"

"Morgan, the king you mentioned, where did she die?"

Ophelia was kept in the dark;

But Ian was very clear-headed.

The reason why Mordred was summoned was entirely because of using his own blood.

What if——

If Morgan's holy relic can be found.

Can we summon her now?

As her favorite child, Mordred must know some information.

Ian felt that hope was just around the corner.

However, things did not develop as he imagined.

Mordred then said:

"I do not know."

"You do not know?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded.

"because--"

"She's missing."

102. Mordred and Morgan's last meeting (-word chapter)

"..."

Ian's heart trembled.

He realized that this didn't seem like something to be plotting out loud here.

"Ophelia, Mordred and I are going out for a while!"

"Okay, okay..."

Ophelia's mind was still on the Clarent sword that Mordred handed over.

"take care."

then--

Mordred followed Ian to the corridor outside.

But the clothes she wore were still a little bit unique for this era.

Borrowing Ophelia's clothes or something like that wouldn't be a good idea.

So Ian finally decided to take her back to his room to change her clothes.

Fortunately, the rooms of the Master candidates are not far away.

I didn't meet anyone else along the way.

There was a snap.

The door opens.

The two men came to Ian's room.

"Speaking of which-"

Ian pulled out a set of his own clothes.

"Do you mind wearing men's clothes?"

"If you mind, I'll have someone buy you a new set."

"I don't mind, I don't mind!"

Mordred took the clothes from Ian with a smile.

"It's not like I haven't worn my brothers' clothes before!"

Having said this, the girl immediately began to take off the clothes that echoed the British era.

Ian quickly reached out to stop her.

"Mordred, what are you doing?"

"Change clothes!"

Mordred, who was stopped, looked at Ian with confusion.

"Then go to where you should change your clothes," the man said.

“Why do you want to change here?”

"Eh? But that's what we usually do!"

Mordred blinked his green eyes.

"Is this how you usually do it?"

"Gawain and the others didn't stop you?! Or did they just watch you change?"

If this was true, Ian began to doubt whether his education of them was adequate.

"Oh, no!" Mordred shook his head.

"They will leave the room I am in, block all the places where people can see inside, stand outside with their backs to me, hold swords and talk to passers-by..."

"explain?"

"They would say things like 'Don't let anyone come over here, or else don't blame them for being rude'."

"..."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

really.

Morgan wasn't the only one who doted on Mordred.

Many brothers, led by Gawain, also love and care for their youngest sister.

"Okay...but then was then, and this is now."

Ian's tone softened a lot.

"You can't do that here with me."

"When changing clothes, you should hide from other people."

"..."

"Oh~" Mordred smiled and nodded.

"I understand!"

A few minutes later.

Mordred, who had changed his clothes, appeared in front of Ian.

have to say.

She really has a refreshing feeling when wearing this kind of clothes.

And it seems that he is a "Servant" created by "transforming" the data of Artoria Pendragon (Saber) in a simulated battle.

So Mordred's appearance retains many "parts" of Altria.

But at heart, she is still Morgan's child - so there is no complete loss of Morgan's impact.

The combination of these two things was a big blow to Ian.

He felt that the person standing in front of him was both Altria and Morgan.

Unconsciously, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the ground.

"Eh?!"

Mordred suddenly panicked.

"Father...Master, what's wrong with you?!"

"Is it because I look so ugly in this dress that it makes you cry?!"

"..."

Realizing that his emotions seemed to be out of control, Ian quickly wiped away his tears.

"not at all."