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

From a moral and logical perspective, any intimacy is reasonable, right?

In stark contrast to the warm and intimate appearance of the two people, Mashu sat on the other side of the table with a heavy heart.

Ian noticed this.

But before he could say more, Mordred began to pull his clothes off.

"Father...Master!"

"So what is that blue board?!"

"Uh...you can think of it as something like a sign."

"A sign?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "In this area, most of the information will be displayed on it, such as who to get food from or where to get drinks. It will all be displayed on it."

As a person with memories of two different eras, Ian fully understands the differences between ancient Britain and modern Chaldea.

So he would try his best to explain it to Mordred using words that were unambiguous and accurate enough.

"That's it..."

Mordred showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and then suddenly realized something.

"Eh--!"

"In that case, this is the place to eat!"

"Yeah, you're right."

Ian pushed the menu towards Mordred.

"See if there's anything you want, you can try it."

"Oh! Then I'll give it a try!"

Mordred studied the items on the menu seriously.

Ian took this opportunity to glance at Matthew.

She was lowering her head, looking very depressed. From time to time, she looked at the things beside her that she had prepared personally, and then became more and more depressed.

If moods had colors, Mashu's would probably be black at this moment.

"It's ready~"

Mordred's voice pulled Ian back.

"Then what should I do?!"

"To the sister standing in front."

"oh oh!"

Ten minutes later.

Ian looked at the table full of French fries (including but not limited to every flavor imaginable) and felt his scalp tingling.

"Mordred, do you like French fries?"

“Why do you order so much?!”

"I...I don't know either!"

Mordred looked at the dazzling array of French fries with a look of despair.

"I just thought the name looked familiar, so I ordered one for each!"

"..."

Ian felt a little helpless about this reason.

"never mind."

"Now that you've ordered, let's eat quickly."

"this and that……"

Mordred pointed with his fingers and his eyes wandered left and right.

"Father...Master, is it okay if I don't eat?"

"what?"

Ian looked at Mordred with a puzzled expression.

"why do not you eat?"

"Because..." Mordred's eyes turned into bead eyes.

"This is a potato. If you eat it, you'll feel sick for the whole day!"

Just as Ian was about to ask why, he suddenly understood when he saw Mordred's face, which was somewhat similar to Altria's.

【Gawain's mashed potatoes.】

Because of Altria's encouragement, he probably always thought that his mashed potatoes were very good, and then he started to admire his sister Mordred.

This eventually led her to the belief that eating potatoes would make her feel sick for the whole day.

This is really a funny thing.

but--

Looking at the table full of French fries, Ian didn't know what to do for a moment.

At the same time, Matthew was listening to their conversation, and then looked at the variety of French fries on the table and the worried Ian.

Those beautiful violet eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

She suddenly realized something.

Then, a seemingly unrelated question appeared in front of the three people and the "cat".

"Senior Ian, you...should still need me and my help, right?"

"..."

Although he didn't understand why Mashu suddenly asked such a question, but thinking of her expression just now, Ian did not hesitate and answered directly:

"Mashu, isn't this a matter of course?"

"..."

Mordred looked at his father.

He didn't reject her outright.

Mashu's pupils slightly dilated, and then she revealed an expression as if she had been walking in the darkness for a long time and then encountered the light.

Yes.

Perhaps Ian really does have another person in his heart, just as Mordred said.

but--

This doesn't mean that I have no right to like him, right?

This is the first time I have met him like this.

I don’t want to give up!

Although the girl is timid, she will never be cowardly at critical moments.

"That--"

"Senior, I really like French fries, so I will finish them off!!"

Having said that, Mashu actually picked up a bag of French fries that was sent to her because of Mordred's mistake, and began to chew them in big mouthfuls.

That kind of energy is like tasting hope.

"..."

Mordred was a little overwhelmed.

Ian was clear-headed.

He first put Fufu, who was lying on his shoulder, on the table, and then said:

"Fufu, please help eat some too."

"Fufufu (Fufu doesn't like to eat this)!"

"If you don't eat it, Matthew will have to eat double." Ian answered slowly.

"Fu (this)..."

Fu Fu gritted her teeth, gave Mordred one last glare, and then started eating French fries on the table.

"This should solve the problem now!"

Mordred said this, and then he noticed Ian was staring at him.

"Father... Master, what's wrong?"

"You have to be responsible when doing things, Mordred."

Ian picked up a bag of French fries and placed it in front of her.

"You feed me too."

"Eh?! But if I eat just a little bit of this I'll feel sick for the whole day!"

"Now that there are so many words——"

Mordred showed a look of fear.

"I'll disappear right then and there!"

"..."

"No." Ian shook his head. "You won't."

“Because it’s different from what you imagine.”

“Obviously the same!”

"I said it's different, it's different."

"Be good, Mordred, and eat it."

The Father's command is irresistible.

Even though he knew it was extremely dangerous, Mordred had no choice but to do it.

With the determination to die, she picked up a fried French fry - based on Gawain's mashed potatoes, this was already a super-super-lethal dose!

"Goodbye to this world."

"Goodbye my father."

The son of Camelot will fall here.

Mordred closed his eyes.

However, there was no——

"Eh?"

Mordred closed his eyes and chewed the French fries in his mouth, his green eyes shining with excitement.

“How can it be so delicious!”

"This... is this the taste that potatoes can have?!"

"I want more!"

Mordred's potato phobia is corrected at this moment due to appropriate craftsmanship.

Ian quickly joined the war to eliminate French fries.

After more than ten minutes of whirlwind.

The French fries were wiped out - but the consequences were serious.

I saw that Fu Fu had fallen on the table, and the smell of French fries wafted out of its mouth from time to time.