The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

but--

Since the actual age difference between Nero and Mordred is not that big, this feeling is not strong.

"Hmph, now it's two against one!"

Nero said confidently while hugging Mordred, who was on the same front with him.

"Teacher, isn't it time for you to admit defeat?"

"..."

Ian did not answer Nero's words immediately, but looked at Mordred in her arms and asked softly.

"Xiao Mo, do you really want this?"

"It would be a shame if you couldn't say 'no' because of your pride."

Faced with his father's gentle inquiry, Mordred no longer avoided it, but nodded very proactively.

"Yes, Master."

"I hope this will be the case for our meeting tonight."

"Okay, I get it." Ian didn't blame her any more.

"If that's what you wish—"

"Then let it come true."

Ian has always doted on Mordred.

after all……

She is the happiness that the British era has left for itself.

The Golden Deer continued to sail towards the Invisible Island, and night fell quietly during this peaceful voyage.

The deck was gradually stained with black, swallowing up the aroma of wine from the day.

As agreed, Ian fought for the space needed for the threesome tonight.

That was a cabin on the Golden Deer, and it was also where everyone lived during this period.

Mashu, who had been informed in advance, had already left here with Atalanta and temporarily lived somewhere else.

But the two did not feel sad.

After all, before this, Ian had spent his respective dates with them in an appropriate manner.

Now, it is time for them to give their support to their masters in return.

The cabin door closed and it became quiet inside.

A ray of moonlight shone in from the window and fell squarely on the table in the room.

At this moment, Ian's Chaldea uniform, Nero's wedding dress, and Mordred's casual clothes were all neatly placed there.

The three of them slept together on the bed in the cabin.

Ian was on the outside of the bed, Mordred was in the middle of the bed, and Nero was on the inside of the bed.

The bed is very big, and even if you sleep together like this, you won’t feel too crowded.

but--

Although it wasn't very crowded, Mordred could feel his heart pounding.

This was completely different from the feeling of resting alone with Ian. There was an inexplicable throbbing sensation, but also an intuitive happiness that reached the extreme.

To know……

There is someone next to me who is very similar to my second mother!

"Hmm~" Nero's voice sounded just right and floated into Mordred's ears.

"Mordred, how is it?"

"Can you understand the feeling of immense happiness that comes from being together?"

"Answer me now!"

"Eh……"

Mordred didn't expect that Nero would care about this kind of thing more than he did, and he was naturally very embarrassed.

However, since it was an agreement that had been made before, the girl knew that she absolutely could not violate it.

"Well, it does."

"I'm very happy now."

"That's good--"

Nero smiled happily, then reached out and gently stroked Mordred's soft golden hair.

"I really like you more and more."

"Well..." Mordred lowered his head shyly.

"..."

Seeing Mordred and Nero being as close as mother and daughter, Ian felt something vaguely, but pretended to be unaware and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, if you're asking that, teacher—"

Nero popped his head out from behind Mordred.

"I was just fulfilling the 'motherhood experience' she wanted."

"..."

Even if Nero didn't explain it in detail, Ian knew exactly what was going on.

That was most likely a way for Mordred to get Nero to open his arms to him, using the excuse of "wanting to experience his mother's presence again."

This guy's thinking only supports this level of strategy.

"Okay—" Nero stretched out his voice.

"The experience of being a mother is over."

"Hmm~ Next, I need to get Mordred to accept that I am the teacher's wife."

"..."

Ian had a bad feeling.

And this premonition soon turned into reality.

Nero pulled back the quilt on the pirate's bed, and what appeared next was the true appearance of the three people.

Although he had witnessed his father's heroic battle against the heroes, when he really "participated" in it, Mordred couldn't help but get nervous.

After all, it is much easier to accept if you stay out of it. Once you get involved, you become a chess piece in the hands of others.

"The moon is very nice today."

“It’s a perfect day for wine tasting.”

As Nero said this, he took a handful of fragrant wine from the table next to him.

This is part of Drake's last barrel of wine, and now it has become the property of the young emperor.

Gulu gulu——

Nero took a small sip of wine, then pursed his lips slightly and gently exhaled a breath of fragrant mist.

Under Mordred's astonished gaze, the young emperor came to her territory, and then, as usual, shared her lion-like feelings with her teacher.

The passionate tone of Rome is fully reflected at this moment, with a hint of Britannia's implicit feelings.

The waves rolled over the Oceanus Sea, creating ripples just like the wine glass in Nero's hand.

The moonlight turned white, and the glass dancing with the wine also welcomed more rustic seasonings.

Nero looked at the mirage in front of him with a smile, and then drank the red wine whose level had risen slightly.

She licked her lips, not wanting to miss any drop of the wine, and her fiery, passionate eyes were enough to outline any love words.

But in the end, all the young emperor said was a few simple and easy-to-understand words.

"Drake, this wine is amazing."

“It feels very teacher-like.”

"I'm really impressed by you." Ian laughed helplessly, then reached out and gently caressed Nero's head, as if rewarding her.

"Speaking like this in front of Mordred could easily lead to misunderstandings."

"It's okay." Nero smiled slightly, still stroking the bottle of Chaldea champagne that he once drank with Tamamonomae.

"If she misunderstood, it would be a very good thing for me."

"Besides -"

"I don't think she would be that stupid."

"..."

Feeling that Nero had an inexplicable confidence in herself, Mordred did not destroy the opportunity she gave him, but nodded.

"Well, it doesn't matter whether it's a misunderstanding or not."

"after all--"

"Nero seems to be enjoying the wine tasting process, and the Master seems to be enjoying it as well."

"I...whether I misunderstood or not, it won't change this."

"But I do have a question."

"Hmm?" Nero looked up at Mordred.

She didn't mind at all that she looked at the other person from such a somewhat humble, slave-like perspective; instead, she felt proud of it.

"What question do you want to ask me?"

"that is--"

Mordred looked at Nero's empty cup, and his cheeks grew hot as he recalled the scene just now.

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

"This is..."

Mordred didn't finish her words, but it was enough for Nero to understand her meaning.

The young emperor responded with a smile, as if she had already prepared the answer.

"Why?"

"I like my Master, so I don't mind doing this."

"And my Master also likes me, so he doesn't mind doing this."

"Isn't this the same principle as the hug I had with you at the beginning?"

"As long as we both like each other, how can we feel embarrassed?"

"..."

Nero's words made Mordred suddenly understand something.

She began to realize that this seemed to be just a way of expressing their love for each other.

Anyone can do this if they want!

When Nero saw this, he made an extremely shocking statement.

"Then Mordred, do you want to give it a try?"

"You, should love the Master too, right?"

"Ah?!" Mordred was stunned for a moment, "Nero, you said I can drink that kind of wine?"

"Yeah." The young emperor lying on the bed nodded.