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

"Eh?!"

Suddenly hit by Mordred's words, Mash became as nervous as a frightened kitten.

She subconsciously denied it.

"No, that's not true!"

"I don't like Ian-san!"

As soon as she said this, Mash regretted it a little.

Because she suddenly realized a problem.

Admitting that she liked her Master in front of a "Servant" didn't seem like a big deal.

Maybe she could even get their support—after all, Ian-san seemed quite lonely.

"Servants" wouldn't want to see their Masters sad, right?

Mash felt she had made a very wrong decision.

Of course.

Mordred had no idea about these thoughts of the girl.

She simply didn't believe Mash's words—because she had witnessed too many times the shy look on the girl's face as she secretly looked at her father.

"You don't have to lie to me~"

Mordred put her hands behind her head and walked while speaking.

"It's impossible to hide liking someone. Even if you try your best to cover it up with words, your eyes will be wide open when you really meet them."

"You've been like this several times just now."

"..."

Mash looked at Mordred, at a loss for a moment.

She realized that when she was secretly looking at Ian, this "Servant" summoned by him was also looking at her.

But—

Even in this situation, she still couldn't admit it happily.

The effort she had made to collect information about the simulation battle in order to get close to him was already the most Mash could do.

The girl found that she was far from being able to say it without hesitation.

But Mordred didn't care about this.

Seeing that Mash didn't respond, she continued the previous topic and said:

"Although I know my Master is probably quite popular."

"And he seems to take good care of you."

"But—"

"If you think that 'ah, maybe there's a chance for a sequel with this person' or something, then I think the chance is basically zero."

"Wh-why?"

Mash raised her head, her anxious look showing that Mordred's words had completely hit her.

But she didn't seem to realize it.

But Mordred didn't care about these.

She looked at Ian walking ahead with Fou, and curled her lips:

"Because my Master has someone else in his heart."

"..."

Mash felt complicated and even a little disappointed after hearing this.

But just as she wanted to ask more questions, Ian turned around and asked:

"Aren't you two walking faster? You're already very slow."

"Coming~"

Mordred waved her hand.

Then she glanced at Mash next to her, and said with a subtle smile:

"In short, Mash."

"You... have no chance."

After saying this purely advisory but not malicious words, Mordred ran towards Ian in front.

Leaving Mash alone to savor the words just now.

No chance?

Did it end as soon as it started?

She was confused.

Inside the Chaldea dining area.

Mordred looked at the surprises in front of her, and went completely crazy.

"Wow—! What are these?!"

"What's that big board hanging in the air that lights up?! What's that thing that drops liquid when you throw a round thing in and press it?!"

"Eh—! This, that... what are these?!"

Ian wasn't surprised at all by Mordred's reaction, which was like a country person entering the city for the first time.

After all, displays, vending machines, and other things were very rare to her, who hadn't been instilled with "modernity" by the Holy Grail.

And to be honest—

Ian really couldn't hate this kind of loud and cute appearance.

"Don't worry."

He touched her head and said gently.

"Sit down, I'll explain whatever you want to know."

"Okay, okay!"

Mordred happily took Ian's hand.

She didn't care about other people's eyes at all—or rather, there was no need to care.

Because this was her father and her Master.

It was reasonable to be close, wasn't it?

In stark contrast to the warm and close appearance of the two, Mash sat on the other side of the table with a heavy heart.

Ian noticed this.

But before he could say anything, Mordred started pulling his clothes.

"Master!"

"So what's that blue board?!"

"Uh... you can think of it as a notice board."

"Notice board?"

"Yes." Ian nodded. "Most of the information in this area will be displayed on it, like who's going to get food or drinks, it will be displayed on it."

As a person with memories of two different eras, Ian fully understood the differences between ancient Britain and modern Chaldea.

So he would try to use unambiguous and accurate words to explain to Mordred.

"I see..."

Mordred had a sudden realization, and then suddenly realized something.

"Eh—!"

"Then this is the place to eat!"

"Yes, you're right."

Ian pushed the menu towards Mordred.

"See if there's anything you want, you can try it."

"Oh! Then I'll try it!"

Mordred studied the things on the menu seriously.

And Ian took the opportunity to glance at Mash.

She was lowering her head, looking very depressed, and occasionally looking at the things she had prepared, and then becoming more and more depressed.

If emotions had colors, Mash would probably be black at this moment.

"I've ordered~"

Mordred's voice pulled Ian back.

"Then what should I do?!"

"Give it to the sister standing in front."

"Oh oh!"

More than ten minutes later.

Ian looked at the table full of french fries (including but not limited to all kinds of imaginable flavors), feeling a little numb.

"Mordred, do you like french fries very much?"

"Why did you order so many?!"

"I... I don't know!"

Mordred looked at the dazzling french fries, showing a desperate look.

"I just felt that its name was very familiar, so I ordered one of each!"

"..."

Ian felt a little helpless about this reason.

"Never mind."

"Since you've ordered, eat it quickly."

"This... that..."

Mordred gestured with her fingers, her eyes wandering.

"Master, can I not eat it?"

"Huh?"

Ian looked at Mordred, showing a confused expression.

"Why don't you eat?"

"Because..." Mordred's eyes turned into beans.

"This is potatoes, it will make me sick for a day if I eat it!"

Ian was about to ask why, but when he saw Mordred's face, which was somewhat similar to Artoria's, he suddenly understood.

[Gawain's mashed potatoes.]

Because of Artoria's encouragement, he probably always thought that his mashed potatoes were very good, and then he fed them to his sister Mordred.

Which eventually led to her belief that "eating potatoes will make me sick for a day."

This was a ridiculous reason.

But—

Looking at the table full of french fries, Ian didn't know what to do for a while.

At the same time, Mash listened to the conversation between the two, and then looked at the dazzling french fries on the table and the worried Ian.

Her beautiful violet eyes showed a thoughtful look.

She suddenly understood something.

Then, a seemingly unrelated question appeared in front of the three people and one "cat."

"Ian Senpai, you... still need me and my help, right?"

"..."

Although he didn't understand why Mash suddenly asked this question, but thinking of her look just now, Ian answered without hesitation:

"Mash, isn't this obvious?"

"..."

Mordred looked at her father.

He didn't refuse her directly.

Mash's eyes widened slightly, and then she showed a look of meeting the light after walking in the dark for a long time.

Yes.

Ian probably had someone else in his heart, as Mordred said.

But—

This didn't mean that she didn't have the right to like him, right?

This was the first time she met him like this.

She didn't want to give up!

Although the girl was timid, she would never be cowardly at the critical moment.

"Then—"

"Senpai, I like french fries very much, so I'll eat them all!!"

As she said this, Mash really picked up a bag of french fries that were served because of Mordred's mistake, and chewed them up.

That kind of energy was like tasting hope.

"..."

Mordred was a little at a loss.

Ian was sober-minded.

He first put Fou, who was lying on his shoulder, on the table, and then said:

"Fou, help eat some too."

"Fou fou fou (Fou doesn't like this)!"

"If you don't eat, Mash will eat double." Ian answered calmly.

"Fou (this)..."

Fou gritted its teeth, and finally glared at Mordred, and then started gnawing on the french fries on the table.

"This should solve it, right!"

Mordred said, then found Ian staring at her.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Take responsibility for your actions, Mordred."

Ian picked up a bag of french fries and put it in front of her.

"You eat too."

"Eh?! But I'll be sick for a day if I eat just a little of this!"

"With so many now—"

Mordred showed a look of fear.

"I'll disappear on the spot!"

"..."

"No." Ian shook his head. "You won't."

"Because this is different from what you imagined."

"It's the same!"

"I said it's different."

"Listen to me, Mordred, eat it."

The father's order was irresistible.

Even knowing it was extremely dangerous, Mordred could only do it.

With the determination to die, she picked up a fried potato—if calculated with Gawain's mashed potatoes, this was already a super-super-lethal dose!

"Goodbye, world."

"Goodbye, my father."

The child of Camelot would fall here.

Mordred closed her eyes.

However, nothing happened—

"Eh?"

Mordred, with her eyes closed, chewed the french fries in her mouth, and her green eyes showed an excited light.

"How can it be so delicious!"

"This... is this the taste that potatoes can have?!"

"I want more!"

Mordred's potato phobia was corrected at this moment because of the right craftsmanship.

Ian also quickly joined the war to eliminate french fries.

After a whirlwind of more than ten minutes.

The french fries were wiped out—but the consequences were a bit serious.

Fou had fallen on the table, and the smell of french fries wafted from its mouth from time to time.

Ian was trying to rescue it.

Although he himself was not much better.

Today was the day he ate the most french fries.

On the other side, Mordred, who had tasted the correct taste of potatoes for the first time, collapsed on the sofa.

"So potatoes are so delicious... Gawain-nii, you did me wrong."

Just as Mordred was sighing about life, Mash, the only one who was still normal, suddenly walked to her side and patted her shoulder.

"Um, can you come out for a moment?"

"I have something to talk to you about."

"..."

Although she didn't know what Mash wanted to do, Mordred recalled the question just now and nodded.

"Okay."

The two came to a slightly farther place—a place where only two people could hear each other's voices.

"What's wrong?"

Because Mash barely helped her out of the french fries siege, Mordred didn't mind her abruptness.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

"That!"

Mash's voice was small but firm.

"You said that Ian Senpai has someone very important in his heart, right?"

"Yes." Mordred nodded. "And not just very important, it's the most important level!"

"Then—"

Mash put her hands together, forming a prayer pose in front of her chest.

"There shouldn't be anyone in second place yet, right?!"

"Please keep an eye on me!"

"I will work hard!"

After saying this, Mash ran away blushing.

Her voice came again:

"Senpai! In a few days, the late 48th Master Fujimaru Ritsuka will finally arrive at Chaldea!"

"Can I trouble you to come with me to pick her up then?!"

Mordred didn't hear Ian's reply.

Because her attention was still on Mash's words just now.

"The second most important person?"

"Does that mean she wants to be with Father?"

"Wait—"

"Is she trying to be my mom?!"