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

The results were as expected.

Everything in the simulated battle went as normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Mashu, it seems that we don't need to keep hiding this anymore."

"Yes, it is!"

Mashu answered like this, still feeling a sense of magic in her heart.

"anyway--"

The girl looked at Ian and Mordred.

"Senior, although I won't report your affairs... but if you have a 'Servant' like this by your side, it will definitely attract attention, right?"

Before Ian could answer, Mordred spoke first.

"You don't have to worry about this."

"If I wanted to—"

After the blonde girl said this, Mashu suddenly trembled.

Ian was a little worried and asked immediately:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's nothing."

Mash looked at Mordred in front of her.

"I just suddenly felt that her presence made sense... like a very important person came here."

"This……"

Ian looked at Mordred beside him.

The latter wiped his nose and said proudly.

"This is something the king left for me~"

"With it, Camelot will grant me a noble status wherever I go!"

Is it a "treasure" similar to a blessing?

It must have been a magic trick Morgan had left for her before that.

Ian was a little emotional—she really doted on this little daughter.

But no matter what, at least for now, the identity problem has been barely solved.

There is no need to stay here any longer for the simulated battle.

I can't just stop like this.

The road ahead is still waiting for you to extend infinitely.

"Mashu, Mordred, let's go out."

"Okay, senior. Got it!"

Ian took a last look at the column of light where Altria was, his eyes looking a little complicated.

After coming out of the simulated battle space, Ian prepared to let Mordred visit Chaldea more and ask Mash some questions about the "Holy Grail War".

In fact, it would be better for Ophelia to do this.

But after seeing how obsessed she was with the silver sword, Ian felt it was not a good idea to stop her so rudely - although she really didn't dare to disobey him.

Besides, it’s not like Mashu hasn’t done her homework.

The best of both worlds, there is no possibility of not choosing.

but--

Just as Ian was thinking this.

As soon as he came out, he saw Fu Fu parked there.

It seems a little angry.

“Fufufu, Fufufu (You knew I wouldn’t come in here, so you took Mashu in again, right)?”

In this situation, Ian wanted to tease it a little.

"Hey, you clever little devil, you actually guessed it right."

But what he didn't know was that when he was teasing the "cat".

Mordred quietly approached Mash's side.

She said in a cold tone:

"I say, Matthew."

"Wouldn't you--"

"Do you like my Master?"

[It is recommended to look back at Mordred's character card for this chapter]

104. Mordred: Is she going to be my mother?! (-word chapter)

"Eh?!"

Suddenly, Mordred touched upon her true feelings, and Mashu became as nervous as a frightened kitten.

She subconsciously denied this statement.

"No, it's nothing!"

"I don't like Mr. Ian!"

As soon as she finished saying this, Mashu felt a little regretful.

Because she suddenly realized a problem.

Admitting that she likes her Master in front of a "Servant" doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Maybe I could get support from him - after all, Mr. Ian looked quite lonely.

A "Servant" wouldn't want to see his or her Master sad, right?

Mashu thought she had made a very wrong decision.

of course.

Mordred knew nothing about the girl's thoughts.

She simply didn't believe Mashu's words - because she had witnessed too many times the shy look on her face when she secretly glanced at her father.

"No need to lie to me~"

Mordred held the back of his head with his hands and spoke as he walked.

"It's impossible to hide your love for someone. No matter how hard you try to cover it up with words, when you really express your feelings, your eyes will be wide open."

"You have been like this several times just now."

"..."

Mash looked at Mordred, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment.

She realized that when she was peeking at Ian, the "Servant" summoned by him was also looking at her.

but--

Even in this situation, I still can't admit it happily.

Trying hard to gather information about the mock battle in order to get in touch with him, as she did before, was the best that Mashu could do.

The girl found that she was far from the level where she could say it without hesitation.

But Mordred didn't care about that.

Seeing that Mashu did not respond to her, she continued with what she had just said:

"Although I know that my father... the Master should still be quite popular."

"And he seems to take good care of you."

"but--"

"If you think, 'Ah, is it possible to have some follow-up story with this person?', then I think the chances are basically zero."

"Why, why?"

Mash raised her head, her anxious look clearly showing that she had been completely struck by what Mordred had just said.

But she herself seemed to be completely unaware of this.

But Mordred didn't care about that.

She looked at Ian who was walking in front of her holding Fu Fu, and curled her lips:

"Because my father... Master, he has someone else in his heart."

"..."

Mashu felt complicated after hearing this, and even a little disappointed.

However, just when she wanted to ask a few more questions, Ian turned around and asked:

"Why don't you two walk faster? You're already walking very slowly."

"Come on~"

Mordred waved his hand.

Then, she glanced at Mashu beside her and said with a subtle smile:

"Anyway, Mashu."

"You... don't stand a chance."

After saying these words which were simply advice without any ill intention, Mordred ran towards Ian in front of him.

Mashu was left alone to think about what had just been said.

No chance?

Could it be that I have just started and it is about to end?

She was bewildered.

Inside the Chaldea dining area.

Mordred looked at the surprise in front of him and fell into complete madness.

“Wow! What the hell is this?!”

"What's that big glowing board hanging in the air?! And what's that round thing that comes out when you throw it and press it?"

“Hey! This, that…what are these?!”

Ian was not surprised at all by Mordred's reaction, which was like that of a country boy just entering the city.

After all, things like monitors, vending machines, etc. are very rare to her who has not been infused into the "modern times" by the Holy Grail.

And to be honest—

Ian really couldn't hate this cute and noisy look.

"Don't worry."

He stroked her head and spoke gently.

"Sit down and I'll explain whatever you want to know."

"Okay, okay!"

Mordred took Ian's hand with great joy.

She didn't care about other people's eyes at all - or rather, there was no need to care.

Because this is both his father and his Master.