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

Matthew's eyes suddenly lit up.

"senior!"

"Ah."

Ian answered Matthew and walked over.

"Awaited."

"Nothing!" Matthew shook his head repeatedly, "We just arrived here not long ago!"

"I've obviously been waiting for a long time."

Mordred couldn't help but complain.

"Master!"

"Where have you been? Didn't you promise to come here early in the morning?"

Listening to the word "Master" being called more and more smoothly, Ian felt quite happy.

This at least shows that Mordred has become more accustomed to this kind of life now - even though it hasn't been long since she first came here.

Ian was not going to hide who he had just met.

"It's Ophelia."

"Eh? Why are you going to see her?"

This time it was Mordred's turn to be confused.

“Isn’t the Brilliant King Sword (Clarent) returned to my hand?”

Actually, it's not quite accurate.

After all, this was originally the Noble Phantasm that Mordred brought to the world.

As long as she is willing, she can immediately recall it to her own hands without being destroyed or destroyed.

"Of course there is a reason."

Ian's eyes swept across Mordred and Matthew who were present.

"She said that if there is a chance in the future, she plans to take me to the Clock Tower."

"what?"

Mordred naturally didn't understand what the term "clock tower" represented.

Matthew actually showed a surprised expression.

"Senior, that's where magicians gather! If Miss Ophelia is willing to take you there, it means that she recognizes your ability as a magician, right?!"

"Who knows..." Ian smiled bitterly.

"Those are things that can only be determined later."

"correct--"

Ian's eyes stayed on Mashu's slightly thin uniform.

"It's not okay to wear so little when you go out to a place like this."

As the man said this, he took off his coat and put it on Mashu.

"Previous, senior..."

Matthew grabbed the coat from Ian, his whole face turned red.

"Fufufu (such a vulgar technique)." Fufu said while wagging her tail.

"Eh?!"

Mordred was unhappy when he saw this.

"Master, I'm cold too! I also want a coat!"

"This……"

Upon hearing her words, Matthew immediately wanted to take off Ian's coat and hand it to Mordred.

But Ian held down the girl's hand at this time.

"Need not."

"It's just a coat. I can get one more now."

Ian wasn't kidding.

He began to gather his attention.

The memory of wearing the coat replayed in his mind.

Comfort, fabric area, and cutting techniques are deconstructed one by one.

This was the manifestation of the vague and uncertain feeling he had grasped under Ophelia's guidance.

more.

A little more.

It's just right now!

Ian felt his heart beat suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be shaken with several afterimages.

At this moment, he had an extra coat on his hands.

"This……"

Mordred couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing.

After all, a few seconds ago, his father had nothing in his hands!

Although Matthew was also surprised.

But she soon realized the true nature of the phenomenon—it was magic!

"Senior, have you learned such a powerful magic yet?!"

"It's not that great."

Ian handed the "projected" coat to Mordred.

"It's just an imitation of memory."

"It's fine for daily use, but if you really want to use it as a unique skill, I'm afraid it's not up to par."

Not that Ian is being modest.

It was about how he felt after practicing step by step according to Ophelia's instructions.

He found that this kind of "memory projection" was really inconvenient.

Not only do you have to come into contact with the body before the "projection".

And because it is limited by memory itself, every subsequent "projection" can only be a degraded version of it.

The number of "projections" is too many, and it may even affect the length of existence.

It's hard to judge how useful this would be if one day we had to go head-to-head.

Ian knew he had to find a way to improve these problems.

"Forget it, stop talking about it."

The man waved his hand and threw the topic away from him.

"Isn't the Master candidate named Fujimaru Ritsuka here yet?"

"Logically speaking, it should indeed be what the senior said, and it should have been here long ago."

Matthew, who was wearing a coat, also became confused.

"It's strange..."

"That--!"

"Is there something wrong on the road?"

Mordred approved the coat handed over by his father and said this while looking at the sky full of snowflakes.

"Such as hitting something!"

"Mordred!"

Ian drank to stop her.

"How can you talk like that?"

"Eh?!"

Only then did Mordred realize that he seemed to have said something very unlucky.

She slapped her mouth a few times, stuck out her tongue and apologized.

"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"It's ok."

Matthew smiled lightly.

"I think it is reasonable to have such an idea."

"However, I think there is no need to worry! Because if you want to come here, there will be a special mission from Chaldea, and they will be positioned throughout the journey!"

"I think with so much help, there shouldn't be any problems."

This was the first time Ian heard about how the Master candidate came to Chaldea.

"I see."

"That--"

Ian looked at the pink-haired girl in front of him.

"Mashu, is this how you came to Chaldea?"

"Eh? This..."

Matthew turned his face away, his eyes seeming to dodge.

"My words are slightly different."

Sensing that Matthew seemed reluctant to mention this matter, Ian decisively switched to other topics.

"Hey, speaking of it, how do you confirm whether a person is qualified to become a 'Master' outside?"

"I remember that the detection system related to Chaldea is quite large, right?"

"Is it possible that there are things like that set up in other places?"

"no!"

When it comes to what she knows, Ma Xiu seems a lot more confident.

"The one here in Chaldea is the most complete testing version."

"What you carry with you when you go to other places is a simplified version that is convenient for work."

"The two essentially have the same effect, except that the former will detect more basis that can be used to select the master candidate's abilities, while the latter, although convenient, also omits these."

"Oh...that's it." Ian showed an expression of sudden realization.

"If that's the case, when recruiting people outside, do they also use the name of 'Master Candidate'?"

"This one……"

Matthew looked around and made sure it was relatively quiet before continuing in a low voice.

"Senior, please don't leak out what I'm going to tell you next."

"Isn't that natural?"

"Well..." Matthew nodded, "Actually, if we are outside, we usually disguise the monitoring point as a blood donation vehicle or something."

"Then if someone with high fitness is discovered during the process, that person will be transferred to Chaldea."