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"..."

Realizing that if things continued this way, Atalanta would notice something was wrong.

Ian shrugged, then spoke directly:

"nothing."

"It's precisely because we've never actually met that I'm curious."

"..."

Although Atalanta felt that Ian's attitude seemed a bit strange, she didn't press him for details.

Because at this very moment, she had something she had to say immediately.

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"That--"

"Can you move your hand away now? If Caster (the magician) finds out later... it'll be hard to explain."

"Let me make this clear first, it's not that I hate what Master does... I'm just worried about being found out."

"...That explanation at the end is completely meaningless, isn't it?"

"I was just afraid that my master would misunderstand me..." the catgirl said, blushing. "Besides, I didn't want to cause any trouble for my master."

"Well, you're right."

Ian gave that elastic spot a final, gentle squeeze before releasing his grip.

His attention was entirely focused on the Caster (magician) who had not yet appeared.

The man was very curious to know what kind of Servant could have such magical energy fluctuations as Prellati.

So much so that even they themselves couldn't distinguish the differences.

The figure approached from a distance, gradually drawing closer until it revealed its true face to Ian and Atalanta.

however--

But things took an unexpected turn once again.

The person who came before him was not the crazy girl François Plelati, but a real man.

He was tall and exuded power, appearing quite robust.

But what seemed slightly out of place with this robust physique was the face that was consumed by fanatical faith.

Ian had seen countless people with this expression in the village of Domremy.

However, this situation arose because France was suffering repeated defeats in the war, and people had no choice but to rely on this hope to continue living.

And why has this man become like this...?

That's unknown.

But one thing Ian is certain of.

That means the man in front of you must have experienced something that touched the depths of his soul, otherwise he could never have become like this.

“Atalanta,” Ian asked calmly.

"What's wrong?" The catgirl also lowered her voice.

"What's that Caster's (magician's) name?"

"..."

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Ian's question, Atalanta fell into thought.

But in the end, she shook her head.

“Master, if you’re asking about this… I don’t think I actually know his name.”

"what?"

Ian was somewhat surprised by this answer.

“You were summoned by your Master before me… how could you not know his name?”

"That... isn't surprising, is it?"

Atalanta, after being told that by the man, began to explain cautiously.

"I didn't know my master's name at first, did I?"

"..."

I realized that this topic was meaningless—if I didn't know, I simply didn't know.

Ian then quickly ended it.

"You're right."

"but--"

"What is he here for?"

“Hmm…” Atalanta looked at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was still setting up a summoning circle not far away, and gave her own speculation.

"I think it probably came because it sensed that its Master needed its help?"

"..."

As it turned out, Atalanta's intuition was indeed very accurate.

Just as she had predicted, the Caster walked straight toward Jeanne Alter.

Upon arriving before the Dragon Witch, the tall man bowed deeply and then expressed his arrival in an extremely respectful tone.

"Master...you're back."

Perhaps because she heard a familiar voice, Jeanne Alter temporarily stopped drawing the summoning circle and looked up at the Caster (magician) who had spoken.

Then, her expression showed more joy at seeing a fellow enthusiast.

“It’s you, Gilles de Rae.”

Gilles de Rae?

Ian quickly "searched" his mind for anything related to the name.

But in the end——

He only confirmed one thing.

That is, I had never heard this name even once, neither in my past life in France nor in my current experience.

While Ian couldn't rule out the possibility that it was due to his own ignorance, he still felt that something was off.

He could sense a subtle sense of unease from the Caster in front of him, but for a moment he couldn't figure out why.

“Yes, Master.” Caster, who was called Gilles de Rais, replied respectfully to Jeanne Alter.

“I sense that you seem to need my help.”

"so--"

"I came to your side immediately."

"But who is this...?"

Gilles de Rae looked toward Ian beside him.

This was the first time Ian had met him.

This was, of course, his first time meeting Ian as well.

However, before Ian could say anything, Jeanne Alter introduced him to the family like an old married couple.

"If you're asking this—"

“His name is Ian, and he is my servant who has made a contract with me.”

"..."

Gilles de Rais's expression turned somewhat strange for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

He seemed to have discovered something, but he didn't say anything.

no solution anymore.

Ian could only temporarily disguise himself as a Servant, as Jeanne Alter had suggested—after all, he was indeed capable of doing so.

—Memory Projection Ability Activated—

The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin) appeared in his hand.

“So it’s Saber (swordsman)?” Gilles de Rais nodded meaningfully.

"Welcome to the Master's service."

As he said this, Gilles de Rais reached out his hand to Ian.

Although I always felt that the Caster (magician) in front of me was quite strange in every sense of the word.

But to avoid making the situation too awkward, Ian still held his hand.

And at this moment—

Jeanne Alter looked at the summoning circle she had drawn all by herself and wiped her forehead.

"Ah--"

"I really do have a talent for this."

"It's time to let those weaklings know what they're facing."

The Dragon Witch grasped the Holy Grail and began to mutter certain words.

In that very instant, Ian felt an incredibly powerful surge of magic.

A towering blue light began to flash within the summoning circle, then coalesced into humanoid figures.