The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"First, tell me what happened after you came here." Ian said in summary, "I want to know what happened."

"it is good."

After a long silence, Gareth nodded.

"I see."

Ten minutes later.

Ian completed the information exchange with his two daughters.

But after figuring out all this, the man fell into deeper confusion.

"Did you...also find each other from two different places?"

"Yeah." Mordred nodded after regaining his composure.

"Sister Gareth and I both woke up in a factory."

"Of course, just like Sister Gareth just said - we are in different places."

"..."

Ian pondered for a moment, then asked a question.

"In that case——"

"Have you figured out what kind of factory that is?"

"..."

Mordred scratched his face and gave an awkward smile.

Obviously, she was careless and didn't think about observing the surrounding situation. Perhaps that was why she found Gareth.

Fortunately-

The other daughter is more careful.

Gareth quickly replied:

"If I were to say—"

"I think that's where they assemble something?"

"What kind of place is it for assembly?" It was Shuten-doji's turn to speak again. "Please explain it more clearly, Ni—I can't even understand what you mean by that."

"Even if you say so..." Gareth pursed his chin.

"All I remember is that it was some kind of robotic arm."

Gareth's description is vague, even a little unclear.

But Ibaraki Douji seemed to suddenly understand something.

She walked up to the knight girl, tugged at her clothes, and then spoke:

"Is it this way?"

"Ok?"

Gareth was about to say something when he saw an extremely horrifying scene.

I saw that one of Ibaraki Douji's arms suddenly separated from his shoulder, as if they were two completely independent parts.

"you……"

As if he had anticipated this, Ibaraki Douji quickly continued:

"Don't be surprised at what happened to my arm—"

"Is what you saw consistent with what I am showing you now?"

"..."

Gareth seemed to realize something.

She looked at Ibaraki Douji's separated hands and recalled carefully.

After thinking seriously, the young knight finally nodded.

"Ah."

"If that's the case—"

“I think the similarity is quite high.”

"..."

Ibaraki Douji's sudden experiment made Ian realize something.

He asked the petite red fire loli;

"Gareth, are you sure it's really similar to Ibaraki's arm?"

"Including when they're together."

As if in response to Ian's words, Ibaraki Douji quickly combined his arms with his body, and then symbolically turned around twice.

"..."

Gareth recalled again.

finally.

She nodded.

"Well, that's it."

"I'm absolutely sure there's nothing wrong with this—I still remember these things."

"..."

Ian fell into deep thought.

After all, if we consider what Gareth and Mordred said together—

They went to a factory where they were assembling robot bodies and arms.

But the question is, what is this for?

According to Nightingale's previous description, she appeared because she felt the existence of war and wanted to reduce the number of casualties.

This seems totally unrelated, doesn't it?

Just when the man was thinking hard but couldn't come up with a result.

The door to the room was gently pushed open.

Nightingale walked in with a few cups of hot tea.

As a nurse, she seemed to have an unexpected talent for this kind of thing.

"You two have been talking for a long time."

"Have some hot tea first to warm yourself up."

"..."

Ian was somewhat surprised.

After all, according to the previous logic, Nightingale would never provide such service for no reason except to those who needed care.

It's like seeing through a man's last name.

The nurse quickly continued:

"I realize that you are here to help me save people—so, naturally, I should treat you with the best attitude."

"But if I have to say it..."

Nightingale looked at Ian.

Then, as if she was trying hard to resist some instinct, she forced a smile.

"Would it be better to talk to you this way?"

"..."

"Pfft." All the girls except Ian couldn't help but laugh.

Shuten-doji even slapped his legs. It was obvious that he could not stand Nightingale's abnormal and somewhat funny smile.

Only Ian still maintained that serious mood.

Or should I say——

Now I feel a little more emotional.

"You really listened to what I said."

"But, Nightingale, things seem a little off now."

"Ok?"

The nurse instantly suppressed the smile she had managed to force, and then returned to her usual expressionless and somewhat scary look.

It was clear that she didn't think the situation was getting worse.

"what happened?"

"The thing is like this..."

Ian told Nightingale what his daughters Modred and Gareth had seen.

After hearing this, the latter's expression did not change much, but his tone seemed a little worried.

"If that's the case—"

"I once heard a rumor among the patients."

"rumor?"

"That's right." Nightingale nodded.

"Actually, it's those robotic arms and bodies you just mentioned—it's said someone deployed them in this war."

"Wait, war robots?"

"Yes." Nightingale confirmed Ian's statement.

"And more than one person has said this - it seems to be a common phenomenon in this era."

"..."

Ian suddenly realized something.

If war robots, which should not have appeared, have become a common technology in this era—

That means that some unknown force has intervened in this era.

of course.

Considering the difficulty, the most likely option is naturally the Holy Grail.

But who sent them into the war?

Ian's thoughts continued to deepen until Nightingale pulled his hand, pulling the man back from the abyss of thinking.

"What are you thinking about?"

The nurse asked directly and intimately, completely ignoring the fact that there were so many girls present (even his daughter).

"Tell me—"

"I want to know more about you."

"..."

Before Ian could answer, he felt countless murderous gazes.

This is a completely unanswerable question.

but--

It was as if fate didn't want him to be killed in this way.

There was a knock on the door which had just been closed.