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

After all, this was like handing him over to other girls...

Thinking of this, Olga Marie grabbed her arm, looking a little unwilling.

How abominable...if only I had been more capable back then!

Now I won’t be so embarrassed in front of the person I like.

The more Olga Marie thought about it, the more miserable she became.

But Ian's words made her come out of it all at once.

He just said:

"Captain, can I bring anyone I like into this place as long as they are willing?"

"Yeah." Olga Marie nodded rather uncomfortably.

"It is indeed the case."

"That--"

Ian looked at Olga Marie in front of him, touched her head, and smiled playfully.

"Director, are you also in this range?"

"Eh?!"

Olga Marie was stunned for a moment, then she understood what Ian meant.

The first person he wanted to try here was himself!

"Of course." The girl answered hurriedly.

"Well - is the director willing?" the man asked.

"……no problem."

So, as soon as Fujimaru Ritsuka got close to the door, he heard some strange conversations.

such as--

"Director, I now find you really beautiful."

"Yes, really?"

"Hmm...it looks cute. Can I touch it?"

"……Can."

Another example -

"Director, what do you think is your lucky number?"

"Three?"

"It looks like it's just right. We can use it all."

“So many at once—?!”

"Director, do you think it's too little?"

"Nothing!"

Even--

"Captain, you look pretty good when you have a tail."

"Yes, yes."

"Then can you do something that matches this tail?"

"Meow~"

"So cute."

The conversation goes far beyond that.

There are also interactions such as "That electric shock hurts so much" and "This horsepower is too great."

In the end, even Olga Marie’s replies disappeared, leaving Ian alone asking questions amid the strange splashing sounds.

But no matter what, Fujimaru Ritsuka has realized that the relationship between them is definitely not ordinary.

We must tell Mashu about this!

248. Xiao Mo: Which friend wants to be a mother? / Gudako Mashu's Great Crisis (4k)

At the same time, in another room in Chaldea.

Mashu was asking all kinds of questions in front of Mordred.

"Um--! Xiao Mo, would you like a drink?!" asked the pink-haired girl.

"……Need not."

"Then-! What to eat?!"

“…No need.”

"Then-! Read some book or something?!"

“…I can’t see it.”

"So what do you want to do? I can help you!"

"I want to sleep! Didn't I just say that outside?"

"..."

Realizing that the situation seemed to be getting a little awkward, Mashu could only force out a polite smile.

"I-Is that so... Then I won't bother you anymore."

After a brief apology, Mashu, dressed in casual clothes, prepared to leave.

As he watched her gradually receding figure, Mordred hesitated for a while, and finally spoke:

"Mashu, wait a minute!"

"Eh?"

Mash turned around and looked at Mordred with a worried look on her face.

She was a little afraid that her behavior just now had made the other party unhappy.

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Mordred looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him, "I just want to ask you some questions."

"Also...you don't have to be so nervous. It makes me feel like I'm going to hurt you."

"sorry!"

Mashu patted her face and got rid of the frightened look she had just had.

"Xiao Mo, just ask!"

"That's right." Mordred muttered softly.

"Just now... did you say you were tired too because you wanted me to not be so embarrassed?"

"Eh?"

Realizing that this sounded like she was taking credit for something, Mashu quickly waved her hand to deny it, "No, there's nothing like that."

"Don't lie to me." Mordred supported his waist with his hands, showing that he had seen through everything.

"Don't think I'm stupid."

"I noticed that you've been asking me this and that since you came in... You don't look like you're tired enough to go to sleep at all!"

"Tell me the truth, what you think in your heart... is it what I just said?"

Seeing that Mordred had said this, Mash no longer denied it.

She nodded.

"Well...Xiao Mo, you are right."

"Knew it."

Mordred pouted and looked like a little octopus.

"I said--"

"Mashu, you don't have to please me like this."

"No matter how much you try to please me, I will not help you say anything good in front of my father... my master."

"Because it's not up to me to decide who he likes!"

"If you really want to develop a further relationship with him, you have to work hard on your own!"

"..."

Mashu was silent for a long time before speaking again:

"that--"

"Xiao Mo, I'm not trying to please you."

"Eh?"

It was the first time that Mordred heard Mash express her thoughts.

"Then why are you doing this for me?"

"It was the same before... Every time I was embarrassed, you would come to help me out, right?"

"That's because..." Mashu blushed as she responded to Mordred's question.

"I want to make friends with you!"

"make friends?"

"Yes!" Mashu nodded, "We are both Servants, right... and we are all familiar with the Master, so it should be natural for us to become friends, right?"

"and--"

The pink-haired girl looked at Mordred in front of her, her eyes full of envy.

"I think you have a really great personality! If I could make friends with you, I'd probably be able to become like that, too!"

"That way... I will definitely be more liked by the seniors!"

"..."

Mordred did not respond to Mash's words, but pursed his chin, pretending to be thinking seriously.

Suddenly, she seemed to have realized something and shouted:

"Hey, that's not right! How could any friend want to be my mother?!"

"Huh?" Mashu looked confused. "What does 'a friend wants to be a mother' mean?"

"……nothing!"

Mordred laughed broadly.

"Wouldn't it be better if you said so earlier?"

"I also like making friends... But if you really want to be friends with me, you can't talk to me like that anymore!"

"I don't like friends like that!"

"Yeah~" Mashu nodded seriously, "I will pay attention next time!"

"..."

"..."

As if they realized that this kind of friendship oath was a bit strange, the two of them fell into silence tacitly.

And at this time.

The door of the room was pushed open with a snap.