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

She bowed deeply to Gilles de Rais and began to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Caster (magician), it's my fault."

“I thought that if I told Saber (the swordsman) the route, he would know how to get to the Master.”

"Now it seems that's not the case... I should have gone with him."

Atalanta cleverly connected her words with what she had just said in front of the servants.

In this way, even if Gilles de Rais were to ask other Servants, he would receive the same answer.

but--

The tall man seemed to have no intention of doing so.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Gilles de Rais nodded.

"I understand."

"Then please go out with him now."

Atalanta breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"it is good!"

She glanced at Ian, gave him a wink, and then continued speaking in a pretentious manner.

"That--"

"let's go!"

He knew that in the eyes of the other Servants, Ian was already Jeanne d'Arc Alter's husband.

So although she really wanted to take this opportunity to hold his hand, Atalanta ultimately refrained from doing so.

however--

Something unexpected happened at that moment.

Instead of going down the steps laid out by Atalanta, Ian turned around and questioned Gilles de Rais.

He looked at the grimoire made of human skin on the table and spoke very seriously.

"What is this? Why...why do you have such a grimoire?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Atalanta's tail stood on end.

Her purpose in coming here was to "protect" Ian.

But instead of accepting this kindness, the other party went ahead and did it anyway.

Keep in mind that this was done without Gilles de Rais's knowledge, as he forced his way into the room.

How dare he question the other party?

What the catgirl didn't know was that Ian had a completely different idea at that moment.

He is not a true Servant, but a "person" with past memories.

and so--

Gilles de Rais's grimoire, which exudes the magic of François Plelatti, is something we absolutely must find out the origins of.

Even if it comes at a price!

Otherwise, the singularity here might never be repaired.

"..."

Gilles de Rae was taken aback by Ian's words.

He probably never imagined that someone could force their way into someone else's room and then so confidently question the room's owner.

but--

This tall man wasn't the type to immediately lose his composure when questioned.

He opened his mouth and said:

Why are you asking this kind of question?

"Does it... mean anything to you?"

"Of course."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"The magic in this room... it no longer belongs to our Master, does it?"

"you--"

"Aren't you going to offer an explanation for this?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Atalanta suddenly realized that the concentration of magic in the room was indeed so high that it was almost suffocating.

I was so focused on saving Ian that I didn't notice anything around me.

This is also a question that turns the tables – it rationalizes Ian's reason for being here!

"..."

Gilles de Rais frowned slightly, seemingly stumped by Ian's question.

but--

Just as Ian was about to question him further, he heard something unexpected.

Gilles de Rais looked at Ian and Atalanta before him and asked:

"Do you... really want to know what happened?"

"..."

The person who would be surprised is Ian.

He had thought he would have to keep raising the stakes to get Gilles de Rais to reveal the origin of the grimoire in human skin.

But unexpectedly, this tall man took the initiative to speak at this moment.

but--

This is better.

Since the other party is willing to be frank, I've saved myself a lot of trouble.

"Atalanta."

Ian gave instructions to the kitten girl beside him.

"Go and close the door."

Although I sensed that things were developing in a direction I had never imagined.

But Atalanta, who trusted Ian implicitly, nodded.

"……it is good."

There was a snap.

The door is closed.

Ian looked at Gilles de Rae in front of him and said with a serious expression:

"Alright, you can speak now."

"I'm really curious to know what you're going to confess."

Gilles de Rais did not react too strongly to Ian's words.

On the contrary, he seemed completely relaxed, even as if he wanted to "show off" his great achievements.

Gilles de Rais walked to the table and picked up the leather-bound grimoire.

His eyes became much more confused in an instant.

"First... let me answer your first question."

"The reason this room possesses such potent magic is entirely due to it."

An answer that was not surprising at all.

Ian, who had already sensed traces of François Plelatti's magic above, didn't find this information useful.

He then asked:

"so--"

"How did you obtain this magic book?"

"stop."

Gilles de Rae turned his head, slightly twitching his fingers, interrupting Ian.

"Your statement is incorrect."

"wrong?"

“Hmm.” Gilles de Rais nodded.

"it--"

"It's not some simple magic book."

"It is the greatest textbook in the world—the textbook of Luoyan City!"

"..."

"..."

Ian and Atalanta both fell silent.

Obviously.