In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

Although it was late at night, there were still quite a few people sitting here drinking and talking about all sorts of things.

They were either disappointed or happy.

However, neither of these possibilities has anything to do with Ian at this moment.

The boy with the hidden dragon didn't care why these people were sitting there; he just wanted to gather more information about the English magician.

So--

Let's ask the proprietress first.

"magician?"

The proprietress placed a glass of wine in front of Ian, then pouted slightly, looking quite puzzled.

"I'm sorry... I'm not very familiar with this kind of thing."

"Oh, I see... It's alright."

Ian was not surprised by this.

After all, in this era, magic is as mysterious as dragons.

They do exist in this world, but their true nature is not something that just anyone can access.

That being said, the feeling of having gained nothing still brought Ian some disappointment.

He and his sister had visited many villages, but the answer they received was always the same: "I don't quite understand."

Whatever.

If there's no answer here, then let's just place our hopes on the next village.

I simply don't believe that among all the people I've met along the way, not a single one of them would know anything about the situation.

But at this very moment—

Just as Ian was having this thought, the landlady's words pulled him back from the brink of despair.

"Wait a minute, if you put it that way, there's someone who seems to fit your description quite well?"

"What?!" Ian exclaimed with delight. "Did you remember something?"

"Mm." The proprietress nodded.

"There's only one person here—"

Before the proprietress could finish speaking, a loud bang rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the tavern door was pushed open with a bang, and a figure appeared there.

She was a girl wearing a veil and a white dress.

She appeared to be around the same age as Joan of Arc, but there was an air about her that didn't belong to her age.

To put it more specifically, it's madness.

You realize this will be a rather strange girl.

Her subsequent actions perfectly validated your idea.

The young woman tossed her long purple hair and then swept her beautiful, violet-like eyes over the people sitting in the hall.

She tilted her head slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"Guys of the tavern, is anyone interested in trying what it feels like to die today?"

"First time half price, second time free~ Ah... it seems like no one can use it a second time, right? How about we just make it completely free?!"

"Um... sending a glass of wine is something we could consider~"

These words caused everyone in the tavern to turn their gazes toward the young woman.

But soon everyone returned to their previous state, as if she had never been there at all.

"This……"

Ian, who was new to the area, had no idea what was going on.

The proprietress next to him kindly continued the conversation.

"This is the magician I was just talking about... She comes around almost every day at this time and says these strange things."

"..."

Ian was speechless for a moment.

His intuition told him that there was something very wrong with the girl in front of him who could be called a "magician".

You'd better get away from her as soon as possible.

however--

Just as Ian was about to return to his room to continue taking care of his sister, a shout came from behind him.

"stop!"

"Who are you? I've never seen you here before."

You realize that the girl has discovered your presence.

You couldn't help but groan inwardly.

However, out of politeness, you know you still have to respond to her.

After all, if this causes any trouble, it could be a real disaster.

Ian turned around, looked at the girl in front of him in as calm a tone as possible, and replied:

"I'm just someone passing through here."

"It's perfectly normal that you haven't seen me before."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this answer, the purple-haired girl walked towards Ian step by step.

She stopped very close to the boy, then stood on tiptoe and leaned close to him.

"What's your name?"

"..."

Pierre Dalque.

The past few days of travel have proven one thing to Ian—that there is absolutely no need to hide his and his sister's names.

The hope from the Lord has not spread to every corner of this land.

The French people, living under the heavy pressure of the English, would never care what the name of the person who comes to their village is.

More than that, they wanted to know if they had enough food at home to make bread.

"Oh, so his name is Pierre Dalque!"

The purple-haired girl murmured the name the boy had given her.

"That's a really nice name."

“My name is François Plelatti,” she introduced herself. “You can call me Plelatti.”

"Hmm... I'll call you Pierre then."

"..."

To be fair, Ian didn't care what any girl other than his sister was called.

He was even more disgusted by Plerati's overly familiar behavior at this moment.

However, because he was an outsider, he couldn't lash out on the spot.

"I see."

"Plerati, your name is elegant."

"But if there's nothing else, I have to head back now. We'll talk again next time."

Despite the obvious excuse, the purple-haired girl seemed completely oblivious.

"Who said everything was alright?!"

"I finally met a stranger today, so I have to have a drink with him."

"..."

“Silence means agreement,” Plerati clapped his hands.

"Okay, it's decided then!"

You were pulled by Plerati to the bar area.

She readily slapped down two gold coins, then ordered two drinks, and pushed one of them towards you.

The entire process was seamless, giving you absolutely no chance to interrupt.

For the first time in your life, you felt a chill run down your spine.

But Plerati didn't take it seriously at all.

"Where are you from?"

Plerati took a sip of his drink and immediately posed a question.

“A northerner,” Ian gave a vague answer.

"north?"

The girl stopped drinking.

"Isn't that place under Burgundian control? How did you get out of there?"

“I didn’t come from there, I’m going back there.”

"Oh~ That's it."

Plerati sized up Ian.