The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

This is also a very critical issue!

Britain in different world lines is surprisingly different...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that things were far more complicated than he had imagined, and Ian couldn't help but frown.

Seeing her teacher and husband like this, Nero naturally played her role.

She hugged the man directly from behind and let him enjoy the Roman-level pillow.

"Nero, you..."

"Hmm? This is Yu's 'chest pillow' that only teachers are entitled to enjoy. If anyone else dares to do this, I will definitely kill him."

As he said this, Nero gently rubbed his cheek against his lover's cheek.

"Teacher, I don't think you need to be so stressed."

"Even if we take a step back and say that no one really understands the origin of this shield, it's not a big deal, right?"

"This isn't a dead-end situation, is it?"

"..."

"Yes, that's true!" Mashu quickly followed up, "Senior, there's no need to worry so much!"

"I think Father...Master doesn't feel any pressure!"

Mordred said carelessly.

"When have you ever seen him say no?"

"Hmm~ Indeed not."

"Senior is indeed such a reliable person!"

Maybe it's comfort, or maybe it's words from the heart.

But no matter which situation it was, Ian knew that this was their love for him.

So--

You just have to work harder!

Ian thought so, and then quickly adjusted his mood and returned to his usual state.

"You can't give up now."

"Mashu..." Ian's gaze fell on the pink-haired girl. "Think about it again. Is there any clue that can be used? Anything will do. Maybe it will be the key to our breakthrough!"

"This……"

Although her tone seemed uncertain, Mashu did recall it seriously.

She frowned, bit her lip, and began to think hard about every detail.

At this time, Ian held her hand, indicating that he was always by her side.

After a while, Nero also followed her husband's example and held Mashu's other hand openly. The young emperor who had just been competing fiercely with Mashu for him had now become one of the pink-haired girl's best companions.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, or maybe Mashu was really trying very hard to recall.

Soon, she spoke:

"Senior... do you remember something I once mentioned to you?"

"that is--"

Mashu looked at the giant cross shield that had been put aside for "rest".

"This is a gift from someone I don't know very well!"

"Now... I seem to recall some things about him."

"what!"

Mashu threw out another new clue that once again caught the attention of everyone present.

after all--

As the person involved, every word Mashu says may very likely become the key to breaking the deadlock!

"Go ahead, Matthew," Ian concluded.

"Whatever it is is fine—but make sure it's as clear as possible."

"Ah."

Mashu nodded, and then spoke.

"Senior, although I'm still confused, I can sense that it's a man... to be more precise, a man with silver hair."

"correct!"

"He has one golden eye, and as for the other one... it's covered, so I can't see it clearly."

"..."

Ian had a bad feeling.

After all, such a description is almost the same as "There is a cat, and the cat's fur is black."

But after hearing this answer, Mordred felt as if he had been touched by something.

"Mashu, wait a moment."

"Is it his left eye that's covered?"

"..."

"Yes!" Mashu answered affirmatively, "I can confirm it!"

"That……"

Mordred's throat moved slightly.

"Is his tone of voice always light and airy, yet sometimes piercing my ears?"

"I don't know..." Mashu answered cautiously, "But it does feel very similar to me."

"last question."

Mordred raised a finger.

"About when did you acquire this shield—was it in a dangerous situation?"

"..."

To be honest, even Ian is not quite clear about this question.

After all, in his memory, there are only Mashu before becoming a sub-servant, and Mashu after becoming a sub-servant.

As for the middle part, that was the process of becoming a sub-Servant - the man was busy saving Olga Marie who was in singularity F and knew nothing about it.

"A dangerous situation?" Mash repeated Mordred's words, and it was obvious that she was still a little confused by the description.

"Yeah." Mordred nodded.

"It doesn't matter what kind of predicament it is—as long as you think you need help!"

"That……"

Mash nodded.

"I did get a shield like this during the explosion."

"Wow--!"

Mordred shouted.

Ian knew that this was a sign that she understood the situation.

And it is.

The next moment, Mordred looked at Ian, grabbed his arm and shook him!

"Master, I know who gave this to Mashu!"

"Who?"

"Galahad—Lancelot's son!"

738. (End of Volume 4) Rebellious Galahad (k)

"..."

"..."

"..."

Mordred's words silenced the other three people present.

Especially Mashu and Nero.

The two people who were fighting before were now looking at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

"Galahad... Mash, do you remember anything?"

"..."

Mashu frowned slightly, then shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Miss Nero... I really don't know that name—at least not yet."

"But I feel like... this seems like a very nice person."

"..."

Nero didn't continue following Mashu's words, but turned back to look at Ian.

In her intuition, her teacher Ian should know everything - even if not, he must know much more than she does.

And this is indeed the case.

Or rather, most of it is.

Galahad... Ian really didn't know who this was.

But Lancelot is different.

These were the Knights of the Round Table who had fought alongside him in the campaign against Vortigern.

He also made many contributions in those battles.

did not expect……

Did he have offspring?

However, having said that, Ian did not understand this, and could even be said to be a little unfamiliar with it.

after all--

This was something he had never experienced before, and naturally he could not understand how such a descendant could hand over such an important Round Table to Mashu.

The man, unable to come up with any results, quickly returned his gaze to Mordred.

Since this guy was the one who came up with the idea, she must have thought of something, right?

Ian was right.

As the three people's eyes gradually focused on his hands, Mordred's expression became a little embarrassed.

The name Gaharad seemed to have inadvertently touched upon some of her sad spots.

She had always been straightforward, but at this moment she became a little restrained, and it seemed as if she didn't want to mention the name of Gaharad at all.

Mashu noticed this quickly.

She never liked to force others to do things, so she quickly added:

"that……"

"If, for you, Little Mo, Gaharad is someone you can't even mention... then let's just leave it at that."

Mashu looked at the huge cross shield leaning against the bed and pretended to take it back.

"I believe that one day... I will find out what this is."