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That was the small communication device that Mashu showed off yesterday.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice echoed in the room where the projection was displayed.

That was Olga Marie.

"Hey!"

"Mash, can you hear me?!"

Although the current situation wasn't ideal, Ian decided to reply to Olga Marie immediately after hearing her slightly worried voice.

He gently pressed Mashu's head against the ○ rod, temporarily silencing her.

With his other hand, he picked up the small communication device.

"Chief, it's me."

"Huh?!" Olga Marie was somewhat surprised to hear Ian's voice.

But she did not forget her promise.

"I...I'm not the director anymore, please don't call me that."

“No, in my heart, you are still my director,” Ian said.

"..."

Perhaps she was somewhat reluctant to part with her position as director, or perhaps she was moved by Ian's words, but Olga Marie did not argue further.

"That--"

Is Mashu with you now?

“…Yes.” Ian looked at Mash, who dared not utter a sound. “I’m here.”

"Where are Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred?"

"...not."

"Hiss..." Olga Marie gasped, "Something's definitely not right."

"Chief, what's wrong?!"

“Listen, Ian,” Olga Marie responded quickly.

"You are now in France in 1431—an extremely strong magical fluctuation was detected there yesterday."

"The situation now... is probably far more complicated than when we set out!"

216. The Lies of Pan-Human History / Reunited with Fufu / Dragon Fire from the Sky (4k)

"..."

Ian paused for a moment when Olga Marie's words reached his ears.

France?!

I'm back in France again?!

If Fuyuki City, where Singularity F was located, was completely unknown to me, then France was a different story.

This is a record of my own life experiences spanning more than ten years.

Ian's sudden silence made Olga Marie nervous—this was often a harbinger of something bad happening.

"Ian, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Did I say something wrong?

"..."

Silent Ian looked out of the "room" through the window of the projection room.

As far as the eye could see, the scenery was almost entirely unfamiliar.

"Director... we can't confirm whether this is the era you mentioned."

"Eh?"

Olga Marie was puzzled at first, but quickly understood.

This was a quantum transfer that was interfered with by magical fluctuations—the result may not completely match Chaldea's predictions.

Thinking about it more deeply, the current observations may also be affected by interference.

How could it become like this? !

Olga Marie, in the control room, panicked and couldn't think of a good solution for the moment.

But at that moment, Ian's voice rang out again.

"Chief, what time did you say we were supposed to be?"

Although she wasn't quite sure why Ian asked again, Olga Marie, who already trusted him completely, had no intention of doubting him.

She reported back once again, just like a real secretary.

France in 1431.

Could you be more specific about the timeframe?

"Be more specific?"

"Yes, it's best to be accurate to the month, and it would be even better if it could be accurate to the day."

"..."

Realizing that Ian might have some special method, Olga Marie immediately agreed.

"Let me give it a try!"

As the person who understands Chaldea and the Earth model Chaldea the most, Olga Marie completely understands how to realize Ian's idea.

Her hands were constantly manipulating the necessary techniques in order to calculate a more accurate result.

The emperor does not bear the painstaking people.

She quickly got the result she wanted.

"June 1431," Olga Marie replied, "and that's the most precise I can get."

"..."

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything again?"

“It’s nothing,” Ian replied.

"Director, I'd like to explore the surrounding environment with Mash further to figure out which era and which place this is. Is that alright?"

"Hmm... it can be like this too."

Although the time was confirmed, Olga Marie felt even more guilty.

"Sorry, my Chaldea has run into this kind of trouble again."

“It’s nothing.” Ian smiled calmly. “This isn’t your fault, Director. You didn’t expect this to happen either.”

"But you have to promise me—"

"This time, don't try to tough it out alone."

“I would be very angry if that happened.”

Upon hearing this, Olga Marie recalled the promise she made at Singularity F.

A slight smile played on her lips—it meant he cared about her.

"Well, I will."

"This time... I will definitely not have to bear it all alone again."

Having agreed to continue communication once more intelligence and information were obtained, Ian ended his call with Olga Marie.

But his expression became even more serious than before.

This isn't a man pretending to be profound.

Rather, the information provided by Olga Marie was of extraordinary significance to him, who possessed memories of the past.

1431 October.

That was the day Joan of Arc was publicly tried by the English in the history of humankind.

According to the book, she was burned at the stake on this day, leaving no trace of her body.

but--!

For Ian, who actually experienced that event, the Pan-Human History record was a colossal lie.

Because he knew that Joan of Arc had not been burned at the stake during the trial, but had instead hidden somewhere in England with his help.

Although the legend of Joan of Arc has not been changed as a result.

It successfully inspired the French people, enabling them to reclaim Paris from the English and rebuild their homeland.

But if we really consider reality—

Nothing major actually happened during this period!

How could a large-scale magical fluctuation be detected at this very moment?

Suddenly, Ian realized a possibility.

Could it be——

Who did something during this time period that caused such a powerful magical fluctuation?

Ian's thoughts became increasingly complicated.

He now worried that this really was France—because if so, Joan of Arc might not have truly found safety after her death.

But at the same time.

He also worried that this wasn't France—which meant there was a serious bias in the Chaldean observations.

Either way, it's an extremely difficult situation to accept.