The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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Hearing this, Ian suddenly felt that he and Ophelia would become friends in a different way.

106. Fujimaru Ritsuka’s late arrival (-word chapter)

Somewhere in Chaldea.

Mashu was standing on the platform holding Fou and Mordred, watching the snow falling from the sky together.

It’s just that the two people’s mentality at this moment is completely different.

"What beautiful snow!"

Mashu looked at the snowflakes swirling and falling from the sky like silver leaves, and her violet eyes revealed an unconcealable joy.

"If you see snow like this later, you will definitely like it."

"Fufu, don't you think so?"

"Fu..."

Since Ian was not there, no one could understand what Fu Fu was saying.

But judging from its slightly wagging tail, it probably shares the same opinion as Mash.

On the other hand, Mordred showed the exact opposite.

She supported her waist with her hands, looking at the snow falling from the sky, and the green eyes that were "borrowed" from Altria revealed waves of discomfort.

"I say, do you all like snow so much?"

"Eh?"

Hearing this, Matthew looked at Mordred aside, with doubts in his eyes.

"Don't you like snow? It's so beautiful."

“It’s beautiful.”

Mordred curled his lips.

"But when it snows, the wheat ears in the fields will catch the cold. If our luck is any worse, there will be a direct crop failure next year."

"So rather than beautiful snow, I hope the weather is sunny."

"..."

The cognitive differences between modern times and the past were laid out before Mashu.

She actually planned to say something like "It's abnormal that it doesn't snow in Antarctica," but then she thought again and felt it was not a good idea.

The girl lowered her head and thought for a while, and came up with a new answer.

"That--"

"Now, you don't have to be afraid."

"No need to be afraid?"

"Yes." Mashu nodded. "Because the times are always progressing, now even if it snows heavily, there will be no talk of a poor harvest."

"Do not worry!"

"As long as I'm here—"

"You definitely won't be hungry! I'll buy you as many French fries as you want, just like the ones we had before!"

"..."

Looking at Mashu in front of him, Mordred was silent at first, and then smiled.

"Are you doing this because my Master is trying to please me?"

"Eh?" Mash shook her head. "That's not the case!"

"I just simply think that this is the right thing to do, there is no other intention!"

"is it?"

Mordred shrugged.

"Then you blame the good guys."

"It looks like someone I know."

"Someone you know?" Mashu blinked, somewhat puzzled.

"Who is it?"

"Oh... It's a man who came from France. He said that his father was once a knight of King Arthur, so he also wanted to walk the same path again in order to find the truth."

"This..." Mashu frowned slightly, "He seems like a very strange person."

"But after what you said, I actually want to meet him."

“There will be a chance.”

Mordred smiled.

"After all, this guy looks like he will become a Heroic Spirit."

"Mashu, Mordred."

A familiar voice came from behind the two of them.

Ian appeared at the entrance of the platform.

Mashu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"senior!"

"Ah."

Ian walked over while answering Matthew.

"Awaited."

"That's not true!" Mash shook her head again and again, "We have only been here for a short time!"

"You've been waiting for quite some time."

Mordred couldn't help but complain.

"Master!"

"Where have you been? Didn't you promise to come here early in the morning?"

Hearing the word "Master" becoming more and more comfortable, Ian was quite happy.

This at least shows that Mordred has adapted to her current life - even though it hasn't been long since she came here.

Ian didn't intend to hide who he had just met.

"It's Ophelia."

"Eh? Why are you going to see her?"

This time it was Mordred's turn to be confused.

"Hasn't the Clarent sword returned to me?"

Actually, it’s not quite accurate to say it back then.

After all, this was the treasure that Mordred brought into the world.

If she wanted, she could immediately recall it to her own hands without it being destroyed or damaged.

"Of course there is a reason."

Ian's eyes swept over Mordred and Matthew who were present.

"She said that if there is a chance in the future, she plans to take me to the Clock Tower."

"what?"

Mordred naturally didn't understand what the term "Clock Tower" meant.

Mashu showed a surprised expression.

"Senior, that's where magicians gather, right? If Miss Ophelia is willing to take you there, it means that she recognizes your ability as a magician, right?!"

"Who knows..." Ian smiled bitterly.

"That's something that can only be determined later."

"correct--"

Ian's eyes stayed on Mash's slightly thin uniform.

"You can't wear so little when you go out to a place like this."

As the man said this, he took off his coat and put it on Mashu.

"Senior..."

Matthew grabbed Ian's coat and her face turned red.

"Fu Fu Fu (What a vulgar method)." Fu Fu said this while wagging her tail.

"Eh?!"

Mordred was unhappy when he saw this.

"Master, I'm cold too! I want a coat too!"