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

The first to step forward was a knight wielding a fancy longsword.

"Wow--"

"I never imagined I would be able to travel to France three hundred years ago."

The knight looked around at the scenery, then removed his hat to Jeanne d'Arc Alter in salute.

"Master, Saber (swordsman) D'Eon de Beaumont, in the guise of the White Lily Knight, offers you his highest gratitude."

Just as Knight Dion finished introducing himself, another voice came from the summoning circle.

That was the second Servant to appear here.

"So this is France."

"Ha... compared to my country, it's far inferior."

A mature man wearing a black cloak said this.

"but--"

The man sniffed the air slightly.

"Although they look very different, they still smell of blood here."

"Master——"

“I am Vlad Tsepesh Dracula, and currently, I am a Lancer.”

"If you intend to turn this place into a bloodbath... I would be more than happy to help you."

The appearance of Servants did not stop there.

After Vlad Tsepesh Dracula finished his self-introduction, another beam of light in the summoning circle slowly gathered and took shape.

This time, a young boy dressed in very thick clothes came to the front of the crowd.

He exuded an extremely strong killing intent.

No.

To be precise, it should be the outward manifestation accumulated from doing something for a long time—like the refined manners unique to nobles.

“…Knight Dion.” The boy looked at the first White Lily Knight to emerge and said coldly.

"I never expected to see you again in this era."

"but--"

"Since you came in response to a summons..."

"Let's set aside this for now."

The boy looked at Jeanne Alter and gave a slight bow.

“My name is Charles Henry Sanson, and my class is Assassin.”

"But if it were possible—"

"Please send me to fight head-on if possible."

After this humble yet polite self-introduction, the last ray of light in the summoning circle revealed its true form.

A knight dressed in ancient British attire appeared before them.

"A call that transcends time?"

"I never expected something like this to happen... I thought I was going to disappear forever."

"But since we're already here—"

The British knight drew his thick sword and pointed it toward the sky.

"In the name of the Knights of the Round Table."

"Saber (swordsman) Lancelot swears allegiance to you at this moment!"

"..."

After Lancelot finished speaking, he seemed to have discovered something.

His gaze fell on Ian, his eyes showing some confusion.

“You…” the knight murmured.

"What's with your reaction?" Jeanne Alter looked at Lancelot, whom she had just summoned using the Holy Grail.

"Do you feel like something's not right?"

"..."

Lancelot hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head.

"nothing."

"I just suddenly remembered a remarkable old friend."

Although she found the answer rather strange, Jeanne Alter did not delve into it further.

Because she doesn't care about these people's past.

As long as it can be used for my own purposes now, that's enough.

The Dragon Witch's gaze swept over everyone present, and then she began to list her Servants.

“Saber Ian (the swordsman)”

"Archer Atalanta".

"Caster Gilles de Rae (the magician)".

“Saber (swordsman) knight D'Eon”.

"Lancer Vlad Tsepesh Dracula".

"Assassin Charles Henry Sanson".

“Saber (swordsman) Lancelot”.

"Hahahaha!" The Dragon Witch laughed arrogantly.

"Okay, great!"

"With you all, destroying this land beneath our feet won't be difficult at all."

"..."

"..."

Ian noticed a significant change in the expressions of the knight D'Eon and Charles Henry Sanson when Jeanne Alter uttered those words.

He realized that these two Frenchmen, like Atalanta, might not be so supportive of Jeanne d'Arc's actions.

On the contrary, Gilles de Rais was the most loyal of them all.

After the Dragon Witch expressed her desire to destroy the country, he immediately cheered and even applauded.

This behavior, as if he harbored some kind of hatred for France, instantly created a stark contrast with everyone else.

And speaking of which—

From the moment he appeared, Ian felt an inexplicable sense of unease surrounding him.

The more the man thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

"What's wrong with you again?" Atalanta's worried voice rang in the man's ear.

"If there are any problems, could you please tell me directly?"

"Otherwise... I'll be very worried!"

"..."

I know that Atalanta is now a completely trained pet.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ian decided to reveal a little bit of the situation to her.

"It's not that there's a problem."

"I just felt that something was off about him."

"Something's not right?" The catgirl's tone held a hint of doubt.

What do you mean by "something's not right"?

“It’s hard to say right now,” Ian said, frowning slightly. “I just have this feeling.”

"..."

He originally wanted to please Ian and gain his praise.

Upon hearing this, Atalanta immediately had the idea of ​​helping.

A bold idea came to her mind.

The catgirl stammered as she spoke:

"That--"

"If that's the case..."

"Do you want……"

"Should we ask the Master when the three of us are doing it tonight?"

235. The Perfect Strategy / Jeanne Alter's Wedding Plan / The Strange Gilles (4k)

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