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

Countless evil dragons flew under the moonlight, repeatedly obscuring the moonlight rushing towards the ground and turning it into shadows.

Fear and despair permeated the city, weighing heavily on everyone's nerves.

The source of all this—Jeanne d'Arc Alter—is currently on her way into the city.

She held the Evil Dragon Flag in one hand and linked her other arm with the man beside her, a smile on her face, looking quite happy.

Everyone would think she's a girl in love—if there weren't an evil dragon in the sky above the city.

Repressed.

Very depressing.

Ian could sense the painful wails emanating from the city surrounded by the evil dragon.

Everyone who looked at Jeanne Alter had fear in their eyes.

Everyone knows she is the Dragon Witch, but no one dares to stand up and point that out.

Because that would mean certain death.

The sight made Ian gasp, and his mind cleared considerably.

He began to admonish himself.

Although Jeanne Alter was indeed a virgin with zero sexual knowledge but also a very strong desire.

But she is also the Dragon Witch who destroyed a nation.

This is no empty reputation.

The atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.

A child suddenly started crying.

Although his mother reacted immediately and quickly covered his mouth.

But Jeanne Alter still heard the crying.

Just moments ago she was a sweet girlfriend, but in an instant she transformed into an extremely terrifying dragon witch.

"What are you crying about?!"

Did I give you permission to cry?!

Tyrannical and despotic.

A distraught Jeanne Alter raised her evil dragon banner and pointed it at the crying child.

Immediately, the crowd parted to make way.

Only the mother remained, kneeling down to beg for mercy.

But everyone knew it was pointless—the witch wouldn't accept anyone's pleas.

At this moment, even though the man is not very moral, he wouldn't just watch a child be killed.

He stopped her.

"What are you doing?!" Jeanne Alter was very annoyed when she was stopped.

"This kid is so noisy, I'm going to kill him!"

"Don't do that, other people will hate you."

"So what?" Jeanne Alter sneered. "You don't think I'm afraid of these things, do you?"

"..."

This approach of persuasion is not working.

Ian's eyes lit up, and he had a new idea.

"That--"

"What if I said this would affect the assessment results?"

Ian's words touched on something that Jeanne Alter was concerned about.

Why would it have an impact?

"It's hard to explain... but there's definitely a connection."

"Then I won't do it," Jeanne Alter muttered to herself.

"Well, that's right."

Ian smiled slightly, then changed his expression and yelled at his mother who was kneeling on the ground.

"Get out of here now."

The mother was stunned for a moment, then realized that the man was helping her.

"Yes Yes!"

She immediately took her child and disappeared from Joan of Arc's sight.

Jeanne Alter pursed her lips, then took the man's hand.

"Let's go back quickly—!"

"It's unbearably hot there again."

"..."

“Okay,” Ian replied helplessly.

He unconsciously glanced at their clasped hands and saw something unexpected.

Several red marks were visible on the back of the girl's hand.

That was a place I hadn't paid any attention to before.

The more Ian looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, and then he remembered the correct answer.

That is--

Master's command spell!

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Unlike Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was tricked into becoming a Master candidate at Chaldea by a few boxes of milk.

Ian did indeed receive some systematic training in magic from Ophelia.

Although it was only some very basic knowledge, he did gain the approval of the top student magician.

Ophelia even promised that once things were settled, she would take him back to the Clock Tower to register him as a magician recognized by the association.

Although it is now an unattainable ideal.

But it still proves that Ian has studied this subject seriously.

and so--

Upon seeing the bright red mark on Jeanne Alter's hand, Ian immediately recognized it as a Master's Command Seal.

He knew exactly what this thing was for.

It symbolizes both the Master's absolute command over the Servant and a crystalline substance that is the manifestation of magical power.

Once two or more strokes are used, the follower can be forced to do anything.

and many more.

In that case—

Ian looked at Jeanne Alter, who was happily pulling his hand and walking deeper into the city beside him.

From the moment she met him, it seemed as if she was constantly mentioning the concept of "Servant".

The reasons given for engaging in sexual relations with oneself are all things like "entering a contract".

That's right.

This is the tone a Master should have.

Could it be that she is actually a "Master" summoned by the Holy Grail, rather than a "Servant"?

Further thought on this is a valid point—

Isn't France currently "engaged" in a Holy Grail War?!

And Jeanne Alter is one of them!

The moment Ian realized this, he felt as if his breath had stopped.

He wanted to refute the conclusions he had reached, but found that they did indeed explain some issues.

"What else do you want?!"

Seeing Ian remain silent, Black Jeanne, who looked like his girlfriend, was quite angry.

"Have I done everything you asked for?"

"I'm sorry," Ian apologized, regaining his composure. "This is my first time here, and I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

"Not used to it?"

Jeanne Alter secretly memorized these words.

"fine."

You don't need to get used to it.

"Just come inside with me now—!"

"Row."

So, Ian was dragged along by the hand by Jeanne d'Arc, just like a boyfriend.

During this process, the man sensed many resentful glances from all over the city.

obviously.

These were the gazes cast upon those who resented the Dragon Witch but dared not utter a word due to her power.