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

“Of course it’s excellent.” Ian coughed a few times. “It’s practically overflowing, isn’t it?”

"Yeah?!"

Hearing the man's affirmative answer, Jeanne Alter appeared very pleased.

It seems that for her at this moment, achieving even the slightest success in anything was something worth boasting about.

Seeing her reaction, Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

but--

Before he could even feel relieved for a few minutes...

Just a moment ago, Jeanne d'Arc Alter was overjoyed, but the next moment, she frowned as if she had thought of something terrible.

"Wait a moment!"

"I remember you said—"

"You're quite familiar with that saintess, aren't you?"

Ian became cautious upon noticing the murderous aura emanating from Jeanne Alter.

"……Well enough."

"That--"

This time, Jeanne Alter sat directly on the inside of Ian's lap.

She grabbed the man's shoulders, her golden eyes seeming to burn with a raging red flame.

"Did you... test her?"

"..."

Hit by accident.

Completely unaware of the situation, Jeanne d'Arc Alter asked an extremely sensitive question.

Although it's true that a little lie can get you away with it.

But Ian didn't really want to do that at the moment—because it felt like he was letting his sister Joan down.

After thinking it over carefully, the man answered:

"Yes... there was indeed an assessment."

"And what happened to her?!" Jeanne Alter grabbed Ian's collar with great excitement.

"……excellent."

"what?!"

Jeanne Alter showed an extremely displeased expression, and her grip tightened.

"I couldn't even beat her?"

"Did you even bother to review this properly?!"

Although Jeanne Alter was very unhappy, Ian did not change his mind.

"It is precisely because of careful review that we arrived at this result—your focus and her focus are completely different."

"You like that kind of powerful and energetic process."

"But she is better at the slow and steady approach."

"I don't see either of them as superior or inferior—I like them both very much."

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter bit her lip, seemingly unwilling to accept this conciliatory explanation.

"You are clearly my servant...you should be trying to please me."

“But you wouldn’t want your servant to lie to you, would you?” Ian replied calmly.

"Besides, this doesn't mean you've lost, does it?"

"Eh?!"

Awakened by Ian's words, Jeanne Alter suddenly realized something.

"So that's how it is—"

"Anyway, once you get in, it's considered an assessment, so it can be done many times, right?"

The man realized that his words hadn't changed Jeanne d'Arc's mind.

She seemed to have interpreted it as something else entirely.

But at this moment, all we can do is go along with her thoughts.

"...You can understand it that way too."

"That--"

Jeanne Alter quickly lowered her gaze.

She licked her lips.

"I'm going to make my assessment results even better than that saint's!"

"Come help me!"

As she spoke, the girl reached her hand directly towards the assessment location.

Ian quickly stopped her.

"I don't object to you improving your performance evaluation results."

"but--"

"Before that, could I take a look at the Holy Grail?"

"Take a look at the Holy Grail?!"

"Yes."

Ian reached out and gently patted Black Joan's head—he already knew she didn't mind the gesture.

"I want to see what exactly is capable of summoning you in such a cool way."

The man has completely mastered how to use Jeanne Alter.

His words hit her right in the right spot.

"Row!"

"I was just about to send you to see the other Servants—I want them to know that a very special person has joined us!"

The girl let out a whistle.

The evil dragon carried the two of them up from the desolate ground and flew away into the distance under the moonlight.

Let's rewind to a earlier point.

In a forest hundreds of miles away from the village of Don Remy, which has yet to be ignited.

"My head hurts so much..."

As he said this, Mordred, who was lying on the ground, covered his head and suddenly opened his eyes.

However, the first figure that caught her eye was somewhat unexpected.

Because that wasn't the usual father and Master Ian.

But -

Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Huh? You're awake~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Mordred awake.

"This is really great."

To be fair, Mordred had a very good impression of Fujimaru Ritsuka because she had taught him how to use a cell phone in the hospital room.

So even though she has now replaced her father who should be there, Mordred is not too angry.

But things are not so simple.

Mordred looked around and quickly realized a problem.

"Ritsuka... why is it just you?"

"Father...where is Master? And where is Mash?"

"I don't know." Fujimaru Ritsuka shrugged and forced a helpless smile.

"Because I just woke up not long ago."

"What--?!"

Mordred quickly realized that the four of them had gotten separated after the teleportation.

"Is there no way to contact them?"

"Ah."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded hesitantly.

She shook the small device used to communicate with Chaldea.

A burst of static came from inside.

"Communication... seems to be blocked."

"how come……"

Mordred never expected things to turn out this way.

Having no understanding of technology to begin with, she was now extremely anxious.

"This is so unreliable!"

But before she could complain any further, a sharp shriek came from the sky.

Mordred and Fujimaru Ritsuka both looked toward the direction from which the sound came.