The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"The singularity you're talking about is actually the witness of the development of the United Kingdom. If you want me to ignore all of this and support your change..."

There was a hint of indescribable complex emotions in Edison's purple eyes.

"I think as the president of the United Kingdom, I cannot accept such a thing."

"..."

Ian didn't know how to respond to Edison's words for a moment.

Although on the surface it seems that he is indeed against Chaldea, if you actually think about it, you will find that he is just expressing his ideas from another perspective.

This is a feeling that comes from the heart, and there is no possibility of refuting it.

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere at the scene fell into silence.

In the end, it was Edison who took the initiative to break the silence.

"Well, it's really inappropriate to say these words when you return victoriously."

"This is a sign of poor thinking on my part as president."

"So--"

"Let's just enjoy the happy moments after winning."

"I have arranged the best room for you."

Ten minutes later.

Just as Edison said, the President of the United States actually did not want to go against Ian.

Or maybe he didn't dare to go against Ian - after all, Ian was a ruthless man who could control the Athena. If he really started a war again, it would only do harm and no good.

So on this basis, he did arrange excellent accommodation for Ian and his group.

If I have to describe it... I would probably call it a "presidential suite", right?

Under such circumstances, Ian brought Nightingale to live here.

“What a luxurious room.”

The nurse looked at the accommodation environment in front of her and made this comment.

Although she still had an expressionless face, her tone of voice showed that she was somewhat happy.

This is not something difficult to understand.

Before this, the place she lived in was similar to an abandoned hospital. Now that she sees such good facilities, it would be strange if she is not happy.

only--

Unlike Nightingale's slightly happy expression, Ian's mood was not so good.

He looked at everything in front of him, his eyes becoming a little solemn, as if his soul had long been gone from this place.

"Ian."

Nightingale's voice, tinged with worry, brought Ian, who was still worried about many things, back to the unrealistic reality.

"what happened to you?"

"Eh?"

Ian came back to his senses and coughed lightly a few times.

"nothing."

"No, there must be something." Nightingale leaned over and touched Ian's chest. "It's impossible for a person to be in a daze for no reason. If this happens, it only means that you must be thinking about something."

"Tell me... I want to know everything you think and think."

"..."

Ian bit his lip. It was obvious that he didn't know how to deal with Nightingale's question.

This hesitant attitude seemed to cause dissatisfaction among the nurses.

Soon, she spoke:

"It seems that you are unlikely to speak on your own initiative—"

"If that's the case, don't blame me for using special measures."

"Special means?"

"Yes." Nightingale nodded. "I have a method that will definitely make you confess."

"what?"

Ian suddenly felt that the nurse in front of him was getting a little hot.

A few minutes later, in the bathroom.

The water slowly flowed out from the shower head, then flowed down Nightingale's arm, and finally slowly flowed into the floor drain.

She looked at the man in front of her, and there was a hint of torturer in her eyes.

"Aren't you going to tell me yet?"

"From a biological point of view, I can really kill you here."

"..."

"Okay, I admit it." Ian sighed, "Nightingale - I'm going to explain everything to you now."

"Well...that's pretty much it."

With a splash, Nightingale stood up little by little against the current.

After using "torture to extract a confession", she looked at the man expressionlessly and said:

"So what is it?"

"..."

"Nightingale, what do you think of what Edison said today?"

The man opened the conversation between the two with a simple question.

"..."

The nurse shook her head.

"I do not know."

"You don't know?" Ian didn't expect such an answer at all. He thought Nightingale would have some opinions, but he didn't expect such a calm reaction.

"Ah."

Nightingale, washed by the water, reached out and held the hand of the man in front of her.

"Because I'm only interested in you and saving people."

"So what Edison said is meaningless to me."

"This……"

Ian was very happy with Nightingale's loyal speech.

But at this moment, he actually wanted to hear what Nightingale's attitude was towards this matter.

"Nightingale, what if I just want to ask for your opinion?"

"What do you... think of Edison's statement?"

"..."

Nightingale moved forward a little, bringing with her a sense of oppression that belonged only to her.

"Ian, are you interested in me?"

"Otherwise... you wouldn't want to know my answer, right?"

"...What are you talking about? Haven't I shown enough interest in you before?"

Ian tilted Nightingale's chin.

"Or does the nurse think I'm joking?"

"..."

"..."

The shower head in the bathroom was turned up a little more, as if only this could allow the two of them to be in an environment where they didn't need to be shy.

"Actually, if you ask that—"

Nightingale hugged the man and buried her head in his chest, looking very submissive.

"Then I have only one answer."

"That is, whatever you choose, I will support it - because I actually don't know who is right or wrong, nor do I know what the so-called future we should reach will look like."

"But there is one thing I am very clear about."

"Ian - I want to stay by your side forever... so supporting you should be the easiest way, right?"

"..."

Ian's hand hesitated for a while behind Nightingale, and finally hugged her fair back.

"Of course you can—you can stay with me as long as you want."

"Well...what do you think, Ian?"

Feeling the man's embrace, Nightingale gently rubbed his cheek. At her age, she had a unique fragrance.

"I would like to know."

"...Logically speaking," Ian said bluntly, "of course I can't support Edison's approach."

"why?"

"Oh...I don't think I've explained it to you yet?"

Ian cleared his throat.

"Nightingale, just as you came here from another time, I am also from another time."

"In our time, the singularity of the United Kingdom caused an extremely terrible disaster. If it is not repaired, humanity will lose its future."

"I absolutely cannot allow this to happen, nor can I sit back and watch..."

"..."

The corners of Nightingale's mouth suddenly rose.

This was called laughter—but the nurse was unaware of it.

But Ian didn't care.

For him, Nightingale's smile can really relax him.

This innate charm seemed to have been bestowed upon her along with the Noble Phantasm, "I will eradicate all poisons and all harm" (Nightingale Pledge).

of course.

If Nightingale's personality wasn't so yandere, she might have been able to reach a higher level.

"What are you laughing at?" Ian asked.

"Do my words make you feel stupid?"

"No." Nightingale shook her head. "On the contrary, what you just said made me feel more at ease than ever before."

"Ian."

"Actually, you're just like me, working to heal the world, right?"

"We...are the same kind of people."

"If you say so, there's nothing wrong with that."

"But..." Ian's hands became a little dishonest.