Fate/Bastard First Simulation In Britain as Morgan's husband

He actually?

Ian actually summoned a "Heroic Spirit"?

And it was the "Heroic Spirit" they had just seen in the simulation battle?

Ophelia couldn't believe her eyes.

She had come to discourage him, but the opposite had happened.

Ian was also surprised.

He never expected that the "Servant" he summoned would be Mordred.

After all—

His inner prayer was completely directed towards Morgan.

Of course.

It would also be fortunate to see Artoria again.

But in any case, it had little to do with Mordred.

Why did she appear?

Ian thought.

Time didn't stop because of their doubts.

The light gradually disappeared, and the "Servant's" body gradually solidified into a human form.

Golden hair, green eyes.

Her figure was as petite as Artoria's.

But now she had another name—Mordred.

And the first words the girl was about to say after returning to this world were:

"Fa—"

Before Mordred could finish her words, Ian, who had been standing there, used a speed like a once-in-a-lifetime flash to come to her.

He interrupted Mordred and pulled her aside.

"Don't call me that."

"Eh?!"

Although she didn't seem to understand why, Mordred blinked her eyes, which were the same color as Artoria's, and nodded.

"I understand."

"What's wrong?"

Ophelia's voice came from behind them.

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

Ian let go of Mordred and turned back.

"Ophelia, you don't have to worry."

"..."

Ophelia's expression was complicated and helpless.

"Ian, you better be careful."

The top student magician looked at Mordred.

"This is a 'Servant,' you'll make her angry if you treat her like this."

"That would be troublesome."

Before Ian could answer, Mordred smiled.

"That's not true!"

"This is my—"

She almost said "father" again, and Mordred quickly covered her mouth and leaned close to Ian.

She muttered softly:

"Since I can't call you that, what should I call you instead?"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment and answered:

"Master."

"Call me that for now."

This wasn't a name Ian made up on a whim.

It was recorded in the magician's books.

The incarnation of a "Heroic Spirit" in the world is a "Servant."

And the magician who forms a servant relationship with the "Servant" is a "Master."

So strictly speaking, Ian had no problem asking Mordred to call him that.

It just seemed a little impersonal.

But now wasn't the time to discuss this—

He couldn't let Ophelia know that he was Mordred's father.

That would make things very difficult to explain.

"Master..."

Mordred clearly didn't like this name, but she nodded.

"Okay, I understand!"

She smiled at Ophelia.

"This is my Master!"

"One-eyed monster, you don't have to worry about me hurting him!"

"Who, who is a one-eyed monster!"

Ophelia retorted angrily.

"That's very rude."

"Eh?"

Mordred scratched her hair.

"But we usually call one-eyed people that, there's nothing wrong with it."

"And by the way—"

The girl looked around the room, arms crossed.

"This room looks weird."

"I've never seen a place decorated like this."

"..."

Mordred's simple words made Ophelia realize something.

"Ian, come here."

This time it was Ian and Ophelia's turn to whisper.

"What's wrong, Ophelia?"

"Something's wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

"The Mordred you summoned doesn't seem to have the concept of 'modernity' injected into her."

"'Modernity'?"

"Yes." Ophelia explained.

"After all, the 'Servants' formed by the descent of 'Heroic Spirits' are still people of that era."

"This means that their cognition and views will remain in that era—which is obviously impossible for the 'Master' to use."

"So, when the 'Heroic Spirits' come to this world in the form of 'Servants,' they will be injected with the concept of 'modernity,' which is complicated to explain, but specifically it means having modern knowledge and knowing some corresponding basic concepts."

"But—"

Ophelia glanced at Mordred, who was still curiously looking at the things in the room, and then back at Ian.

"She obviously doesn't have 'modernity,' right?"

"..."

Ian thought for a moment and asked:

"Why does this happen? Is it my fault?"

"It's possible." Ophelia didn't hide it.

"But in fact, it may be because our summoning method didn't go through the 'Holy Grail' medium, so there was an error."

"Ian."

Ophelia looked at the man.

"I think we should ask her some questions to confirm the situation, what do you think?"

"...I'll listen to you."

Ian gave a forced smile.

"I can only trust you now."

Ophelia blushed, but quickly calmed down.

"Stop with that."

She covered her skirt and turned her face away.

"I still remember what you did."

"After this is over, I won't say another word to you!"

"Okay, I understand."

Without further words.

They began to act.

"Mordred, come here."

"Oh—! Coming!"

Hearing Ian call her, Mordred immediately put down the book and walked over.

"Fa... Master, what's wrong?"

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you some questions."

After saying this, Ian gave Ophelia a look.

She nodded knowingly.

"Mordred, I'm Ophelia."

"So your name is Ophelia?"

Mordred looked her up and down, seeming to think the name suited her.

"Um... what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask what state you were in when you sensed the summoning."

Although she didn't expect Ian to summon Mordred, it didn't mean Ophelia didn't have "after-sales service."

Confirming the state when the "Heroic Spirit" was summoned was something a Master should do when obtaining a "Servant."

Because in this way, you can determine which period your "Servant" is in.

The legendary degree of King Arthur before and after becoming famous was not the same.

"What state did I sense Father... Master's summoning in?"

Mordred scratched her face.

"I only remember being pulled to a strange place, and someone named, what was it..."

Recalling the scene in the simulation battle, Ian tentatively added.

"Was it someone named Cu Chulainn?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Mordred nodded repeatedly.

"That's the name!"

"That guy was too strong! He could get up no matter how many times I hit him, just like a dog!"

Mordred was excited.

Ian and Ophelia knew she was talking about her experience in the simulation battle.

"I didn't expect it to be true... not a system error?"

The top student magician sighed and continued to ask:

"What about before that?"

"Do you remember why you went there?"

"I was pulled over?"

Mordred used her hand to mimic a rope.

"It's like I was fishing, and when the fishing rod moved, I thought I caught a big fish, but the fish suddenly pulled me away!"

"Can you understand that feeling?! It's scary!"

Mordred, who said this, didn't look like a "Servant" at all, but more like a fisherman who had been emptied.

Ian, who knew what was going on, comforted her:

"It's okay."

"It's not a big problem."

"Right, Ophelia?"

"..."

"Yes." Ophelia nodded.

In fact, the problem was quite big—after all, it involved the power of the "Heroic Spirit" level.

But Ian had said so.

She couldn't embarrass him in front of Mordred.

"Then Mordred, can you show yourself a little?" Ophelia continued.

"After all, it's a pity not to let others know your strength after being summoned."

Ophelia seemed to know how to grasp Mordred's mentality.

With just a few simple words, she got Mordred's approval.

"Okay!"

"Then this—!"

After Mordred finished speaking, blue light flashed in her green eyes.

It was the same deep color as Morgan's, as if her eyes had fallen into the sea.

"Clarent!"

As Mordred said this, dazzling light began to gather in her hand.

It was the brilliance that only the purest silver would reveal when it responded to her will!

A cross longsword slowly formed and landed in her hand.

"This is..."

Ophelia could feel the overflowing magic power just by looking at it.

This was definitely not just Mordred's own power.

It was a deeper magical blessing—she must be a beloved child.

"Can I take a look at it?"

Ophelia asked, slightly breathless.

As a magician, she couldn't resist the temptation of such a powerful magical object.

However—

"No way!"

Mordred hid Clarent behind her back.

"This is something the King gave me, how can I let you study it casually?"

"..."

Ophelia couldn't refute that.

After all, even a "Master" couldn't easily touch a "Servant's" Noble Phantasm.

Let alone an outsider like herself?

But—

Ophelia looked at Clarent in Mordred's hand, unable to take her eyes off it.

It was a tempting object for any magician!

And in this dilemma—

Ian spoke up:

"Mordred, let her take a look."

"Eh?"

Ophelia was surprised to hear Ian say this.

She didn't expect him to speak up for her at this time.

"Um..."

Mordred pouted.

"Then Father... Master, tell me, what's your relationship with this person?!"

"Why do I have to let her see my sword just because she wants to?"

"..."

Mordred was very direct.

Ophelia didn't know how to answer.

She could only hope that Ian would help her.

And in fact—

He did help her.

But the way he did it was subtle.

The tall Ian reached out and pressed down on Ophelia's head.

He said:

"She's my maid."

"Eh—?!"

Mordred and Ophelia exclaimed at the same time.

"No, what are you shouting about?"

Mordred looked at Ophelia in confusion.

"Did Father... Master say something wrong?"

"..."

Ophelia knew that Ian had tricked her again.

But to touch Clarent, she had to swallow her pride and accept it.

"Yes."

"I'm his maid."

"Oh..."

Mordred seemed to understand.

"In that case, I can let you see it."

"But—"

She was still cautious.

"Don't do anything weird."

"I know."

"Okay, then take a look."

Ophelia carefully took Clarent from Mordred's hand.

As a magician, she could feel the dense magic power, and Mordred had deliberately suppressed it to prevent it from harming her.

This was a rare experience for a magician, even in their entire lifetime.

It seemed—

Ian occasionally had a good side.

But he actually made her admit to being a maid.

How perverse.

But never mind that for now.

Ophelia focused all her attention on Clarent.

She really wanted to study it.

At this time, Ian pulled Mordred aside again.

After confirming that Ophelia wasn't paying attention, he said:

"Mordred, I want to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Morgan, the King you mentioned, where did she die?"

Ophelia was kept in the dark;

But Ian knew very well.

The reason Mordred was summoned was because he used his own blood.

So if—

He could find Morgan's Saint Relic.

He could summon her, right?

As her most beloved child, Mordred must know some information.

Ian felt that hope was at hand.

But things didn't go as he expected.

Mordred said:

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"No." Mordred nodded.

"Because—"

"She disappeared."