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

"Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be English or Burgundian... There's no need to venture into such a dangerous place."

The girl's tone didn't sound like she was admonishing Ian; rather, it sounded like she was stating some undeniable facts.

However, for a teenager, this can be considered a friendly gesture.

His attitude was no longer as hostile as before.

"Because there are some things I have to go back for... so even if it's dangerous, I have to do it."

“I see.” Plerati took another sip of wine.

She licked her lips, seemingly completely unconcerned about Ian's answer.

However, the boy did seem to care about her somewhat.

Of course, you haven't developed any romantic feelings for Plerati.

Keep in mind you've only known each other for less than ten minutes.

What you're concerned about are the things the landlady just mentioned.

The person standing before me, Plerati, might just be a genuine magician.

Although she seemed a bit off, and completely lacked the reserve a girl should have.

But since she's a magician, you think she might know something.

Since there's no way to avoid it now, we might as well make the most of this situation; who knows, we might get some unexpected benefits.

With this hope in mind, you initiated another conversation with Plerati.

"I heard from the landlady that you are a magician?" Ian asked proactively.

"..."

The purple-haired girl glanced at the proprietress, her brows furrowing slightly, seemingly somewhat displeased.

But she still answered:

"Yes, I am indeed a magician."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Ian immediately became interested.

"Do you know of a legendary magician in England?"

"The legendary magician...?" Prierati seemed to have become a little interested as well.

“Yes.” Ian nodded. “She reportedly promoted herself as someone who could bring victory to England in this war.”

"I wonder which amazing magician could say such confident words."

"..."

"Cough cough."

Plerati cleared his throat and then sat up much more upright than before.

"What's the point of asking such a question? You want to go back to your hometown in the north, not to find that magician, right?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Actually, I am also a magician... Having heard that there are such great magicians in England, I naturally want to meet them."

As he said this, Ian conjured a ball of flame in his hand and then made it disappear, to prove that he wasn't talking nonsense.

of course.

This so-called visit was certainly not Ian's real purpose.

He simply wanted to obtain more information about the English magician, nothing more.

But the boy's answer seemed to have hit the nail on the head for Plerati.

She downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, then turned around, licked her lips, and said with a hint of intoxication:

"You're quite lucky; I happen to know a lot about her."

What do you want to know?

Although Ian felt that Prieratti's impatient tone was a little strange, he didn't pay much attention to it.

At this moment, all he wanted was to obtain more information.

"Anything is fine, please tell me more about her."

"Eh, in that case—"

Plerati rested his chin on his hand, pretending to be deep in thought.

"Do you want to know why she has the confidence to say she can bring victory to England?"

"think."

Ian immediately agreed.

Now any intelligence is of utmost importance to him—it concerns Joan of Arc's future.

As for whether it's true or false, we'll judge after listening.

"That's because she comes from a prestigious school," Plerati said, shaking her finger with a hint of pride.

"From a prestigious school?"

“That’s right.” Plerati crossed his arms, looking quite confident about the potential shock this background might bring.

"Her master's master is none other than Merlin, the legendary Britann!"

The moment Ian heard that name, he felt his eyes redden.

He seemed to experience a nameless anger that was deeply rooted in his bones.

But this anger didn't last long; it quickly vanished as if it had never existed.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Ian, following Plerati's lead, began to praise the magician named Merlin.

"He must be a very powerful magician... that's why he would let his apprentice's apprentice have such confidence."

“You could say that,” Plerati said, tossing her hair.

"But if you ask me—"

"He's not the really impressive one."

Ian was startled, but he still had to pretend to be calm on the surface.

"Is there someone even more powerful than him?!"

"of course."

At this point, Prierati cupped his face in his hands, exhaling warm breath, appearing to be lost in a state of utter fascination.

"My master's master was once chased by a man all the way."

"Finally, they had no choice but to escape into a very tall tower."

"Let me imagine that scene with you... a great magician is constantly running away, with the person chasing him relentlessly behind him."

"The more disheveled the people in front are, the more dashing the people behind them are!"

Plerati exhaled a breath of hot air, his tongue twitching on his lips.

"He must be a pretty crazy guy... I really want to find him, and then... hehehe."

As the purple-haired girl spoke, a dark light shone in her eyes.

A morbid atmosphere emanated from her and spread outwards, as if swallowing everything around her.

"That's amazing... I'm so excited to think that there are still such crazy people in this world."

"This is an amazing thing."

"..."

Ian was momentarily at a loss for words to respond to Plerati's remarks.

He felt as if he had stumbled into a very serious topic.

But this silence did not last long.

Because the girl in front of him quickly looked at him.

"By the way, you're going back to your village in the north, right?"

"……Correct."

"very good."

Plerati grabbed Ian's sleeve.

"Just take me with you too~"

210. Three's Company / Princess Hengfei's Regret / The Magician Who Was Delayed (4k)

"I reject."

Ian answered almost without hesitation.

“Plerati, I cannot agree to such a strange request.”

Ian wasn't so foolish as to let a girl of unknown origin accompany him and Joan of Arc back to Domrémy.

That was not what he expected.

however--

As if she already knew she would be rejected by Ian, Plerati answered calmly.

"That's not surprising at all~"

"When you're out and about, you'll always meet all sorts of people... Some people are interesting to me, and some people are boring to me."