The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"This……"

"I found you."

While Ian was thinking, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

And the voice was very familiar - the man immediately thought of Nightingale.

But when he turned around, he saw a scene that made his blood boil.

"Nightingale...where are your clothes?"

Just as the man described at this moment, trying his best to suppress his excitement.

Nightingale had at some point shed her usual nurse uniform and replaced it with a more straightforward and honest attitude.

And she originally had an impressive figure that could attract many men at first sight.

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a succubus sent from the sky.

But faced with the man's straightforward words, Nightingale did not show any embarrassment or awkwardness.

On the contrary, she seemed very calm, and even vaguely wanted to show her feminine charm.

"Than discussing my problems."

"Ian Pendragon, do you want to see what kind of situation you are in?"

"..."

It would have been fine if Nightingale hadn't mentioned it, but once she did, Ian realized that he might also...

as predicted.

That's the situation.

Now, Ian was the one who felt a little embarrassed.

"Nightingale, listen to me."

"No need to explain to me." The nurse's attitude was still so calm, as if the person in front of her was still the same Ian.

"It's not your problem—we're all the same now, aren't we?

“So, in order to be able to communicate well.”

"I think it's necessary to ignore this situation for the time being. What do you think?"

This was obviously the arrangement Ian needed.

Naturally, he agreed immediately.

"Well, I think you're right."

"Let's just...ignore this situation for now."

then--

At Nightingale's request, Ian and she temporarily ignored their respective situations.

"Where is this?" The nurse who didn't know magic was the first to raise her doubts.

"I... have never seen a place like this."

"It's normal that you haven't seen it." Ian, who was quite accomplished in magic, quickly replied, "I haven't seen this place either."

"But if I had to explain it, this is probably the mental world brought about by Helena's Venus god, Sanat Kumāra."

"The world of mind images?"

The confusion on Nightingale's face became more and more serious.

"It's difficult to explain. It's a subtype of fantasy materialization. It's a barrier formed in the caster's mental world that erodes reality."

"Well... you can think of it as a world completely different from reality."

"Then why is it a beach?" Nightingale continued to raise the doubts in her mind.

"I'm not sure about that. After all, each mental world represents a different meaning. Perhaps this place has some special meaning to Helena."

"I see."

Nightingale walked forward a few steps and then sat down at the edge of the sea.

The white waves gently caressed her skin as delicate as cream, bringing beautiful light.

"It seems we won't be able to leave here anytime soon."

"Ian, how about coming over and communicating with Hai?"

"..."

Although both of them looked a little awkward at the moment, Ian nodded when he thought of the agreement they had just made.

"okay, I get it."

As the man responded, a pair of figures sitting side by side appeared on the beach.

If there were other people on the beach, they would probably think that these two people being so frank with each other were a little shameless.

but--

Just as there would be no one else on the beach, Ian and Nightingale also selectively ignored some things.

"You seem to like the sea very much?" the man spoke first.

“I don’t really like the sea.”

Nightingale's feet rubbed gently on the white waves.

She didn't realize how seductive her posture was when she did this.

"It's just that the sea reminds me of something."

"Really? Can you tell me what that is?"

"Saline solution."

Nightingale looked at the man beside her and spoke word by word.

"In war, people often suffer from hemorrhagic shock due to injuries sustained by one another."

"But-"

"Many times, there isn't enough suitable blood to use on the injured."

"At this time, normal saline is very important. It can temporarily keep the patient's body in a relatively stable state, buying time for subsequent treatment."

"So... whenever I see the ocean, I think about how wonderful it would be if it could all turn into saline solution."

"..."

Ian was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Nightingale, do you like treatment so much?"

"Even at this time, are you still thinking about how to save other people's lives?"

"You should think it's ridiculous, right?"

Nightingale looked into Ian's eyes and said so.

"Even though I am such a weak being, I still want to save every injured person and give them a good life."

"What a... stupid idea."

"Nightingale, what makes you think that?"

Ian held the nurse's hand and frowned in front of her sincere face.

"Saving someone else's life is something that is admirable no matter how you look at it, right?"

"Yes, maybe you really can't save everyone."

"but--"

"As long as there are people like you who always try their best to save others and take the lead, more people will definitely join in, right?"

"I am... not the best example?"

"Nightingale, you have to believe that your ideas are correct and worthy of support. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a bit ridiculous for me to believe in you?"

"..."

Nightingale's expression seemed to be frozen.

Then, the originally frozen emotions began to melt away little by little.

"I see."

“My persistence is meaningful.”

"Ian, you didn't lie to me, did you? You...are the one who supports me."

"If I wanted to lie to you, I would have to do more than just this."

Ian took Nightingale's hand.

"Miss Nightingale—do you know how alluring you are?"

"I can say this to you despite this thought because I really believe it."

"..."

"Is this your secret, Ian?"

"You could say that—" the man laughed. He didn't want to see Nightingale doubting her own beliefs too much.

"Nightingale, you won't laugh at me, will you?"

"There's nothing surprising about that."

Nightingale stared at the man in front of her and responded to him as if it were a professional analysis report.

"If a man doesn't react at all when faced with such frankness from a woman, then one should suspect he has a physiological disorder."

"But now—"

Nightingale's gaze shifted slightly downward, and then she nodded thoughtfully.

"Ian Pendragon, I can now confirm that you are a normal man."

"Hmm... maybe adding another lustful one wouldn't be too much."

"By the way, I have one more thing I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Come here first." Nightingale moved her fingers.

"……it is good."

The man just moved closer as instructed by the nurse, and the next moment he felt a wet sensation.

Nightingale kissed Nero exactly at the place where he had kissed her last time, as if she wanted to cover up the traces of his kiss.

Then, she imitated the posture of a young emperor, put her arms around Ian's neck, and whispered in his ear with her extremely mature body.

"actually--"

"Until now, I have never been in love."

"Ian, what I said to Helena was no joke—you have been recognized as my husband."

"Also..."

Nightingale sucked hard on Ian's neck, planting a small strawberry.

"You and Nero did some interesting things in the car that day, didn't you?"

"This is the mark we agreed on—I'll try it later."

"Don't refuse me, otherwise..."

"..."

Ian felt that there was something wrong with Nightingale's tone of voice at this moment.

It was an almost threatening behavior, a yandere look she had never displayed before.