The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"It's because we haven't found any further information for so long..."

"Could it be that the Round Table's area was confined to Britain?"

737. Mashu's shield comes from another Britain? (4k)

After Ian said this, Mashu and Nero, who were originally fighting for ownership, suddenly became much quieter.

They turned their heads almost at the same time and looked at the man who was touching his head.

That look was almost like saying the same thing - "What does this mean? Britain's Round Table is not in Britain?"

Yes.

This is quite confusing.

If Ian and Mordred were right...

Then the "round table" that the two men realized under Nero's "revelation" should be a native British thing.

Now Ian says that's not the case?

No matter how you think about it, this feels like a slap in the face.

but--

The man probably knew that his words would probably cause the two girls to be confused, so he quickly continued:

"I'm saying this, but it may be difficult for you to understand."

"but if--"

"How about I explain it to you in a different way?"

"For example... someone created something very similar to the Round Table."

"..."

"..."

Mashu and Nero, who were still fighting fiercely, stopped completely after hearing this.

Because whether it was the emperor from Rome or the girl born and raised in Chaldea, they all understood what the man meant.

That's right.

Mashu's large cross shield is indeed King Arthur's "Round Table" - but at the same time, it also means that it is not the real thing, but a so-called fake!

The more he thought about it, the more amusing it seemed. Nero finally took the initiative and withdrew from the Ian competition before Mashu.

The young emperor just looked at her teacher and blinked her beautiful green eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Then according to what the teacher said - if it's not that place called Britain, where else could it be?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a long time, then shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Nero—I don't know how to answer your question, because even I don't have an answer to this question."

"Hmm?"

With the proof of victory, Nero moved closer to Ian. She pressed on the man's thigh and didn't seem to care at all about how she made the other person feel.

"Then how did the teacher come to this conclusion?"

"I find this very strange—is this just pure speculation? But I don't think the teacher can be that kind of person, right?"

"Nero, you are absolutely right."

Ian smiled.

"I certainly didn't come up with this idea out of thin air."

"But—an inference."

"inference?"

Nero was now even more curious.

Or should I say...she actually has a strong interest in Ian.

"What kind of thing led to such an inference?"

"This is it."

Ian picked up the book beside him and waved it towards Nero.

"Think about it—if this is about the Round Table, after all this extensive research, we should have learned something, right?"

"But the result now... is that we know nothing except that this item is indeed the information King Arthur gave to his knights."

"So I think—"

There was a little more light in the man's eyes.

"It's very likely that our initial thinking was wrong."

"This thing is indeed related to the Round Table, but not as closely as one might imagine."

"..."

Hearing Ian's ambiguous words, Nero was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"Hmm... sounds like a very complex situation... I had never thought of it."

This is not surprising.

After all, when it comes to the Round Table, most people subconsciously think in the direction of Britain.

Not to mention Nero, who was not in this range.

"But in this case..."

After Nero took the initiative to "give up" the game, Mashu slowly raised her head.

Compared to the Young Emperor, her current appearance is actually even more exaggerated - no one would doubt that something had been done to her, but in fact... this was her own initiative.

"Senior, how should we investigate next?"

"..."

Ian couldn't answer that question.

He just intuitively understood the existence of this possibility, but he had no idea how to get out of it.

Just then——

There was a pop.

A loud noise echoed in the room.

The three people sitting on the bed subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and then saw a rather funny scene.

Modred, who was originally sleeping soundly on a chair with a book in his arms, seemed to have turned over and fell off the chair.

How miserable and embarrassed he must have looked.

"Oh, it hurts!"

Mordred struggled to get up, and then when he realized that everyone was looking at him, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

"this and that……"

The naughty kid turned his head away and whistled as if nothing had happened.

"I was just so engrossed in my thoughts that this happened—it's definitely not because I was being lazy!"

"..."

"Hahaha."

No one knows a daughter better than her father. How could Ian not know what kind of person Modred is?

but--

He has always been quite indulgent towards her.

after all……

This is indeed a daughter who is very important to me.

"It's okay. You really should rest if you're tired."

"But now, please come over here."

"Eh……"

Although he was accustomed to his father's unconditional indulgence, Mordred still felt something was wrong.

"Could it be...that something happened while I was asleep?"

"Hmm?" Nero tilted his head slightly, his fingers gently pressing against his lips, as if he didn't care at all about what he had just done for the man.

"Xiao Mo, why are you admitting that you fell asleep now?"

"Eh!"

Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, Xiao Mo felt even more embarrassed.

However, Mashu was very polite and invited her again.

"Come here first—this question is indeed a bit strange."

"I think... you might be the key to solving all this."

After saying this, Mashu seemed to realize that she seemed to be giving Mordred some orders, and immediately added another sentence.

"I mean...I want to ask you for a favor."

Of course you have to go down the stairs if there are any.

Without a word, Mordred sat down next to her father—she already understood perfectly how to use her status as a daughter to gain an advantage.

"What's going on?"

The naughty kid quickly changed the subject away from the terrible thing about sleeping.

"Is such that……"

Ian stroked Mordred's golden hair, which was almost identical to Altria's, and spoke softly.

"Xiao Mo, listen to me."

In the next few minutes, the man told his daughter Modred everything he had just said.

After hearing this, the latter also showed an expression of disbelief like Nero.

"no?"

"How is this possible—how could anyone have a 'fake' of Second Mother's table?"

"This isn't right..."

"..."

Looking at his daughter Mordred's reaction, Ian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

indeed.

If it was the world she was in.

Because after the White Dragon War, Artoria immediately announced her daughter and abdicated cleanly.

So--

The only one who could access the Round Table was Morgan, who inherited the title of "King of Britain" and continued to rule Camelot.

But with Morgan's personality...

She would never allow a replica of her sister's round table to exist in this world.

And more importantly...

How did Mashu get this large cross shield during this process?