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

"How about it--!"

The Dragon Witch's voice sounded very excited.

"Isn't it amazing to be up there? You can't experience this on the ground!"

Although it wasn't the first time I'd experienced the feeling of flying high in the sky.

But realizing that Jeanne Alter enjoyed the feeling of showing off, Ian decided not to go against her wishes.

"really."

The man pretended to be very interested as he looked around at the scenery of the sky.

"The feeling of soaring high in the sky is really amazing."

"Do you... usually spend your time like this?"

"More or less," Jeanne Alter said with a hint of arrogance, "but I don't do it every day."

"It all depends on whether I'm in a good mood that day."

"Really? You're really free then."

“Of course.” Jeanne Alter’s eyes gleamed with the light of day.

"If there's something I want to do... absolutely no one in this world can stop me!"

“That’s right—!”

Jeanne Alter leaned back, raised her head, and looked at the man who had his arm around her waist.

"You haven't mentioned your own name at all, have you?"

"Tell me now."

"Or I'll throw you down!"

Jeanne Alter is very impatient; she wants to know the answer to any question that comes to mind immediately.

For this reason, she would even resort to threats.

However, Ian doesn't think that names are something that can't be mentioned.

He quickly replied, "Ian Pendragon."

"Ian Pendragon?"

Jeanne Alter repeated the name, her brows furrowing slightly, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Why does this name sound familiar?"

"Sounds familiar?"

“Hmm.” Jeanne Alter nodded. “I feel like I’ve heard a very similar name somewhere before.”

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ian countered, "You're not talking about Artoria Pendragon, are you?"

"Yeah!"

Jeanne Alter waved her fingers repeatedly, confirming what Ian had just said.

"It's Artoria Pendragon! The legendary King Arthur!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ian became the one filled with doubt.

What puzzled him was not that his name was being linked to Jeanne Alter's real name with Artoria's.

He simply felt that she shouldn't know that name.

After all, the era in which the name King Arthur existed was far removed from the present time in France.

And given her calls for "revenge against France," it's unlikely she would actively take the time to learn about such matters.

And if we mention this—

Ian discovers that both Jeanne Alter and his sister Jeanne d'Arc from his memories bear a striking resemblance to Artoria.

Is this a coincidence?

Or is there some kind of inevitable connection?

The man couldn't figure it out for a moment.

He just felt that he had heard Ophelia mention this situation once before in Chaldea, where someone could know about a hero that they shouldn't have known.

That is knowledge closely related to the Holy Grail War.

"Hey!" Jeanne Alter's disgruntled voice rang in Ian's ear as he fell into thought, "Why are you always like this?!"

"You fell silent mid-sentence... Was it something I was saying that made you feel like you couldn't continue the conversation?"

He sensed that Jeanne Alter was somewhat angry at his silence—her temper was really too different from her sister Jeanne d'Arc's.

Ian composed himself and then responded.

"No... I was just thinking about your promise from earlier."

"The promise you just made?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, Jeanne Alter immediately understood.

Are you referring to my relationship with that saintess?

“Yes.” Ian nodded without hesitation.

After all, this was one of the reasons he decided to follow Jeanne Alter.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Jeanne Alter looked up at the man behind her. "Are you that concerned about the relationship between her and me?"

"Somewhat."

"after all--"

Ian stared directly at the girl's face, a face that overlapped with so many memories.

“You do remind me of her…that’s undeniable.”

"..."

Jeanne Alter was silent for a moment, then muttered something.

"This feeling is so annoying... I'm supposed to be chatting with me, the Dragon Witch, but my mind is completely on the Saintess."

"This makes me feel like everything you just said was a lie."

"Hey!" Jeanne d'Arc Alter, getting angrier the more she spoke, pinched Ian's thigh.

Do you take me for some kind of easy woman to fool?

"..."

“That’s not true.” Ian gave a wry smile.

"You don't think you're so stupid that you can't even tell I'm lying, do you?"

This is a very clever leading statement—it perfectly matches Jeanne d'Arc Alter's proud mentality.

She quickly contracted the virus.

"...That's true."

"Judging from your appearance, you certainly don't seem like the kind of person who would dare to deceive me."

"Don't worry—!" Jeanne Alter grasped the reins of the evil dragon in her hand.

"I'm not the kind of person who doesn't keep their word."

"I will definitely do what I promised you."

"But before that, you must become my servant."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment.

"So what exactly do I need to do to become your Servant—you still haven't told me, have you?"

"Normally, signing a contract would suffice."

"However, your situation is rather special."

Jeanne Alter's gaze searched the ground where the evil dragon had flown.

You have to—

"Me?" Ian pressed.

"You have to have sex with me."

Jeanne Alter pressed herself against the man's body and spoke without any shame.

"You—you don't think I brought you to such a high place because I was bored, do you?"

220. Jeanne Alter's First Experience / In-Depth Conversation on Dragon's Back / The Origin of the Witch (4k)

A scene that was remarkably similar to one I remembered.

To be precise, it should be a scene that is similar but not exactly the same.

After all, her younger sister Joan of Arc had made a similar request to her in her memory—except that she had made that decision after half a year of consideration.

But now, the Jeanne Alter standing in front of him not only showed no signs of taking the time to consider things, but her tone was also full of impatience.

It's as if they want to do that right away.

The concept of shame that bound Joan of Arc was as thin as air to her; it had no effect whatsoever.

This went somewhat against Ian's intuition.

Seeing the man fall silent once again, Jeanne Alter immediately became angry.

"You're doing it again—!"