The world in the moon begins with becoming Morgan’s husband!

Ian on the side stretched out his other hand at this moment, shook his head, and stopped her.

Immediately afterwards, he continued:

"Since you have prepared so much, let's go to the simulated battle again."

"I just have an idea that I'm ready to test."

"Ok!"

Although he was very confused about the girl who suddenly appeared next to Ian, Matthew didn't ask any more questions and just led the way.

From time to time, she would turn her head and take a look at Ian.

Mordred looked at Matthew like this, his expression became more and more suspicious.

"There's something very wrong..."

She muttered this.

The three of them soon arrived at the simulated battle passage.

"By the way, Senior Ian."

Mashu, who was walking in front, asked softly.

"Where's Miss Ophelia? Doesn't she usually come with you?"

"...she's working on something,"

She wasn't lying, Ophelia was indeed researching something.

It's just that it's relatively special.

"That's it." Masuo nodded thoughtfully.

"Miss Ophelia is indeed an excellent magician. She is still studying hard even at this time."

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "I think so too."

"I have nothing to say, so I'm looking for something to say..."

Mordred continued to mutter.

Inside the mock battle.

Amidst the gleaming whiteness, Mashu once again activated this system to allow the Master candidates to adapt to "Servants" in advance.

"Senior, it's ready to use!"

"it is good."

Ian refocused his eyes on the three beams of light in front of him.

as predicted.

Just as he thought, Mordred (Saber), who originally replaced Artoria Pendragon (Saber), was gone.

Although it may not be entirely caused by his own summons.

But Ian knew that there was definitely something to do with it.

After all, as soon as he summoned Mordred with his front foot, his back foot returned to normal.

And according to the feeling described by Mordred, what she encountered was almost a simulated battle experience.

but--

To be on the safe side, please confirm further.

Ian summoned Artoria Pendragon (Saber) again.

Everything was exactly the same as when he first entered the simulated war, without any changes.

"Eh?!"

Matthew realized something was wrong.

"Why...changed back?"

"This is not Mordred (Saber) at all?!"

Realizing that this change was too obvious, Ian thought for a moment and decided not to hide it from Matthew.

"Matthew."

"Yes, senior."

"This girl next to me..."

Ian took Mordred's hand.

"It's called Mordred, the 'servant' I summoned."

"..."

It took Matthew a while to understand.

"senior!"

"You summoned Mordred?!"

Ian was not surprised at all.

This is almost the same reaction as Ophelia.

"Yes, I summoned you."

"When was it summoned?!"

"About half an hour, or an hour ago." Ian answered truthfully.

"This……"

Matthew felt like his brain was going to shut down.

She subconsciously looked at Mordred beside her.

Although the latter had some thoughts, he still nodded, indicating that what Ian said was right.

Matthew naturally no longer doubted it.

It's just that this kind of news is somewhat beyond the scope of acceptance for her.

It took a while for her to calm down.

"Senior, how did you summon her... Chaldea's heroic spirit summoning system should not be open yet, right?"

"A simple summoning that Ophelia taught me."

"Ah? Is this possible?"

Matthew opened her mouth slightly, and it could be seen that Ian's words had a big impact on her.

"What are you doing!"

Mordred put his hands on his waist and pressed closer to Mashu.

"Are you doubting the bond between me and my father...Master?"

"Hey, it's nothing!" Mashu quickly shook his head in denial.

"But that's how you feel in your tone, right?" Mordred said reluctantly.

"Mordred!"

Ian yelled at her to stop.

"Don't be like that, it's so rude."

"..."

Mordred pouted, but honestly stopped.

Ian then comforted Matthew:

"Sorry, Matthew."

"Mordred didn't mean to hurt you, she is just more sensitive to this aspect."

"No, it's okay."

Matthew forced a forced smile.

Then she seemed to remember something and said:

"Senior, if that's the case, you probably don't have the corresponding 'Command Spell' yet, right?"

"'Command Seal'?"

Ian heard a familiar word but couldn't quite remember its meaning.

He confirmed that he had seen it in Ophelia's obscure books.

"Yes, it is!"

"This is a magic crystal that allows the 'Servant' to obey the 'Master'. If you are a 'Servant' summoned through the Holy Grail War, you should have been given a 'Command Seal' before this!" "

"but--"

Mashu frowned slightly.

"Senior's situation doesn't seem to be like this, so there should be no 'Command Seals' or anything like that."

"That--"

Ian looked at Matthew.

"Is there a way to restore the 'Command Seal'?"

"In this case..." Mashu thought again, "It is said that Chaldea itself can allow 'Masters' to restore one 'Command Spell' every day, but I am not sure whether it is true."

"After all, so far-"

Matthew looked at Mordred beside Ian.

"You seem to be the only one among all the master candidates who has summoned a 'servant'."

Matthew will not lie to himself.

After Ian thought for a moment, he replied with a smile:

"Well, it doesn't matter."

The man stretched out his hand and placed it on Mordred's head.

"I believe that even without the 'Command Seal', she will not disobey my order."

"Isn't that natural?"

"You are mine..."

Halfway through the words, Mordred, who had his head pressed, swallowed it back.

She still remembered that Ian said not to expose her relationship with him in front of others.

So--

Mordred glared at Matthew.

This guy should also be considered an "outsider", right?

I couldn't tell her.

"This is my Master." Mordred changed his words, "Isn't it a matter of course to act according to the 'Master's' orders?"

"Yes, yes."

Matthew showed an awkward smile.

She had no idea about the relationship between Mordred and Ian, and she was very nervous inside.

But she was also a little lucky at the same time.

After all, Mordred is a "servant", not a candidate for master like Ophelia before.