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

"Alright." Jeanne Alter held up her flag bearing the mark of a dragon.

"Although I am the Dragon Witch, I am not a heartless person."

"you--"

"Let's take this opportunity to say goodbye to her properly."

Upon hearing this, Ian temporarily left Jeanne Alter and went straight to Mash.

"Senpai!" Mash exclaimed upon seeing her beloved return.

But at that moment, Ian gestured for her to be quiet.

"Shh-"

"Mash, something's not right right now."

"I...I have to go with her."

"Senior, you..."

Mashu's eyes were filled with disbelief.

She never imagined that the man who was fighting alongside her just a moment ago would now be leaving with someone else!

Of course, Ian understood what the simple-minded girl was thinking, so he quickly followed up with an explanation:

"take it easy."

"I'm just going to figure some things out... it doesn't mean I'm just leaving."

But Mashu was no longer listening to such words.

Her mind was completely filled with the information that he was leaving—she couldn't think of anything else.

Ian was very worried about Mash's current condition.

But at the same time, he could also feel the increasingly heavy malevolent aura emanating from Jeanne d'Arc Alter behind him.

There's no time for further explanation—we have to leave quickly.

"In any case, we will meet again soon."

Having said that, Ian summoned Fou.

"I'm counting on you now."

Throughout the entire process, the little thing kept its eyes glued to Ian.

"F...F...F... (You...don't mean to let Mash down.)"

"Of course not."

Ian placed Fou in Mashu's hands.

He glanced one last time at Mash, who was standing there in a daze, and then walked straight toward Jeanne d'Arc Alter in the distance.

After watching the two disappear from sight, Mashu finally realized that her boyfriend had really run off with a woman he had just met.

There was a clang.

The shield fell down.

Mashu collapsed to the ground—her mind was blank.

Just then, the small device used to contact Chaldea rang.

Olga Marie's voice came from it.

"Hey! Mashu?! Ian?!"

“Director…it’s me.” Mash replied sadly, her eyes moist.

"Senior, he and Joan of Arc of this era have passed away."

"what?"

Olga Marie's surprised voice came again.

“But I just got in touch with Ritsuka and the others—Jeanne d'Arc is clearly on their side in this era.”

"what?!"

Mashu suddenly understood why Ian had left.

the other side.

Jeanne Alter and Ian arrived at an open space.

"call out--!"

The Dragon Witch whistled.

A dragon appeared in the distance.

A powerful gust of air swept past the two of them and reached the ground.

Jeanne Alter's eyes gleamed—she seemed to think this scene was something to boast about.

"Do you see it!"

"This is my genuine evil dragon! Every time it appears, it brings a strong wind like this!"

"you--"

Jeanne Alter, preoccupied with showing off, turned her head away, but couldn't say anything.

She had originally thought that he would be somewhat afraid and surprised when he saw the evil dragon land.

But the reality is exactly the opposite.

The man showed no sign of panic; on the contrary, he appeared calm and composed.

It was as if all of this was perfectly ordinary to him.

When the person you're showing off doesn't care at all, showing off loses its original meaning.

Realizing this, Jeanne Alter immediately deflated and then spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"I said...aren't you afraid of the evil dragon at all?"

"Fear?"

Ian frowned slightly as he looked at the evil dragon lying in front of him.

To be fair, he wasn't really that afraid.

After all, compared to the five dragons that appeared in Orleans in his memory, the evil dragon summoned by Jeanne d'Arc Alter was far too weak in every sense.

but--

The man understood that Jeanne Alter cared a lot about such superficial things, so he answered directly.

"Of course I'm scared."

"You're lying!" Jeanne Alter glared at him. "You didn't react at all!"

“That’s because I was too scared,” Ian replied calmly. “So I don’t even remember my reaction.”

"Really?" Jeanne Alter looked on with suspicion.

"real."

"You should have said so earlier!" Jeanne Alter's expression instantly brightened. "I knew you couldn't possibly be unafraid of such an evil dragon!"

"but--"

"I'm really not afraid!"

As she said this, she even waved the flag in her hand, as if trying to prove that she was not lying.

"..."

Seeing Jeanne Alter's childish behavior, Ian couldn't help but laugh.

This scene felt like Joan of Arc from my memories had come to me and was being affectionate.

Those were days he would fondly remember.

but--

Can't laugh.

She was not the Joan of Arc he remembered.

As Ian was still reminiscing, Jeanne Alter suddenly grabbed his hand and then spoke in a rather excited tone;

"Hurry up and get on the dragon!"

"Huh? Shanglong?"

“Yes!” Jeanne Alter stared at Ian. “Otherwise, why do you think I would have summoned the evil dragon?”

"..."

"What's with that expression? Don't you want to do this?"

“Of course not,” Ian replied.

"Then get on the dragon now!"

Sensing Jeanne Alter's inexplicable obsession with this, Ian decided to go along with her wishes.

The two of them then boarded the dragon one after the other.

Hold on tight to my waist—

"If you fall in, you'll turn into mush."

"You don't need to tell me I can do it too."

"Hmph, I hope so."

After a brief exchange, the dragon summoned by Jeanne Alter once again whipped up a fierce gust of wind and flew into the sky.

High in the sky, Jeanne Alter skillfully controlled the evil dragon beneath her, her eyes filled with confidence.

Ian embraced the girl's slender waist and pressed himself against her from behind—although he looked quite cold, Jeanne d'Arc Alter seemed completely unconcerned about this level of contact.