The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

only--

Before the man entered the bathroom, Nightingale spoke first.

She glanced around the room and then said softly:

"Did someone come and help you clean up?"

As the nurse said this, she gently swept her hand across the table.

She looked at the spotless fingertips and felt a little emotional.

"..."

Ian didn't expect Nightingale to get so involved in such a matter. He didn't intend to hide anything. He quickly nodded and answered.

"Indeed."

"Yes……"

Before Ian finished speaking, Nightingale gave her own answer.

"Is it Mashu?"

"..."

"You know now." Ian was a little surprised that Nightingale knew all this. "Did Matthew tell you?"

"No." Nightingale shook her head.

"She never said anything - she was just always sweating and had this happy expression on her face."

"Now that I think about it, you're probably the only one who can do this kind of thing."

"..."

"I see." Ian nodded thoughtfully.

"Then it seems that it was indeed Mashu who 'told' you the answer."

"That--"

"You guys sit down for a while."

"I'll be out right away."

Having said this, Ian went into the bathroom alone.

Click.

The button was turned gently, and just the right amount of hot water flowed out.

Feeling them flowing through his strong body, Ian felt his mind gradually become clearer.

His thoughts temporarily shifted from Nightingale and Mary outside the door to Marisbury.

"What exactly did he mean..."

"What does it mean to have to destroy a piece of history..."

Ian still remembers the look on Marisbury's face when he said this. It was definitely not a friendly look. Instead, it was an attitude that everything was going according to his plan, as if everything in front of him was part of the plan.

No.

It should be said that even his own death may have been part of this plan.

If we think about it this way, Marisbury’s intentions become somewhat elusive – he wants to lead humanity to a more powerful future, in order to maintain the existence of “human principles”.

At first glance, this seems like a very plausible reason, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is a creepy behavior.

and--

If the entire plan was arranged by him, then the fact that Olga Marie was bombed by Leif until only her soul was left and she almost died, was it also arranged by him?

Ian couldn't think any further.

He felt that if he continued to follow this logic, everything he did might become meaningless.

But that is absolutely not true.

Everything you do will definitely not be meaningless.

By the way, we can’t tell the director about this yet.

Otherwise, if she knew that her father had done so many things without her knowledge, she would definitely be devastated.

The hot water was still flowing, and Ian's thoughts returned to reality a little.

only--

It would have been fine if he hadn't come to his senses, but once he did, he noticed two figures outside the door.

The one on the left is slightly higher, and at the same time, the curves displayed through the door are more graceful. It is to the extent that one can definitely call it "huge" at a glance;

The one on the right is a little shorter and less curvy, but the movement of it pulling on the door looks much crazier than the one on the left.

However, for Ian, this information is actually enough for him to judge who the people on the left and right are.

The one on the left, taller and more mature, is naturally Nightingale - Ian would not mistake this curve.

after all……

It was the nurse who had given me a thorough “examination” during the singularity period.

The one on the right who wants to open the door is naturally Mary.

Only she would do such a thing at a time like this.

But, is this...?

Ian walked to the edge of the door and then listened quietly to the noise outside.

The first voice that came was Mary's.

"Let me in, you cow with a chest as big as your head."

"..."

As vicious as ever, one could even say she showed no mercy to the other party, which was very much a characteristic of Mary.

but……

Doesn't this sound like a compliment, rather than a vicious curse?

After all, if girls can talk to each other like this, it means that the other party has indeed defeated themselves in this matter.

As he finished speaking these words, which were not sure whether they were praise or curse, Ian felt that the door in front of him was slightly opened.

"Even if you say so, I can't let you in."

The door, which had just been opened a little, was pulled back at Nightingale's warning.

"Merry, this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed - didn't Ian say that? If he wants to go in, then we have to wait for him outside, right?"

"..."

Ian gave a knowing smile.

This was his admiration for Nightingale's meticulous attitude - even now that she had been summoned to Chaldea as Ruler, her personality had not actually changed much.

The angels in white at that time, even if they changed their jobs, were still angels in white who were extremely dedicated.

However, Mary didn't seem to want to give up.

She quickly came up with her second reason, which was also the most difficult to deny and refute.

"How can it be not allowed?"

"Ian and I have a Servant and Master relationship, right? If that's the case, isn't it reasonable for me to gain magic power from him?"

"..."

He still does not hide his attitude at all, and it can even be said that his attitude is so straightforward that people don't know what to say.

For Mary, openly confessing that she wanted to do something with Ian was not something to be shy about.

But I have to say that this method can indeed win over 99% of my girlfriends.

after all--

Knowing that she was Ian's servant, it was somewhat ignorant to refuse her request for mana replenishment.

This is especially true for those who are thin-skinned like Olga Marie or BB.

but--

Ninety-nine percent is ninety-nine percent, isn't that still one percent?

Unfortunately……

Nightingale is that one percent!

"impossible."

"According to my research report, without sufficient approval from the Master, the efficiency of magic power transmission will be very low."

"It's very likely that you'll have to do the same thing four or five times to equal one time in a recognized state."

"From a medical point of view, this is a waste of the Master's energy, so anyway—"

Brush it.

The door, which had just been opened a little, was closed again by the nurse.

And compared to the previous time, the force this time seems to be a little greater.

"There's no way I'd let you in and waste that kind of energy."

"..."

Nightingale was really strict. Even in matters like this, she had her own bottom line.

So……

She is indeed a very serious nurse, right?

What's going on in the restaurant should also be...

Ian was just about to have some ideas when he heard Mary's rebuttal.

"Perhaps you are right."

"but--"

"Your current appearance doesn't convince me at all."

"Anyway..."

Ian saw the shadow representing Mary shake slightly, which was naturally the result of seeing Nightingale from below.

"Wear a towel like me."

"..."

Ian suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked one thing - that is why he was able to judge who was on the left and right sides so quickly by the flow of people outside the door.

That's right.

The premise for being able to make this judgment is to see their flow lines.

Now that I can see clearly, that means that they...

"My behavior is fundamentally different from yours."

Nightingale explained calmly.

"Although I do have less than you, it seems that I want to do this kind of thing more than you do—"

"But I'm not as impatient as you are. I didn't wait for Ian to come out before doing the rest of the work."

Click——

Click——

Ian seemed to hear the sound of joints moving.

Looking more closely, Ian even discovered that Nightingale had started doing "gymnastics" - an act equivalent to warming up beforehand.

“True energy acquisition should be done at the right time.”