The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"So--"

Ian raised the arm that had merged with the devil Satan and pointed it at the first generation Hassan in front of him.

"Please allow me to have a sparring match with you, on the premise of stopping at a certain point."

"please!"

Almost at the moment the man said this, countless Hassans suddenly appeared in the originally quiet surroundings.

This is not difficult to understand after the original leader, the original owner of Zabaniya, the unknown Hassan, offered himself up.

The ancestor Hassan who was called here naturally became the leader of all the others.

Now that Ian says he wants to challenge him, he is undoubtedly challenging the entire Hassan Order!

How could Hassan and others pretend not to see such "arrogant" behavior!

only--

Among these excited Hassans, Sayaka is the most special one.

She did get a little annoyed by Ian's "challenge", but she quickly calmed down.

The first generation Hassan was certainly someone he needed to follow and protect.

but……

This doesn't mean that Ian is not someone I need to pay attention to.

If a fight really breaks out, what should I do?

Help the first Hassan?

Or help Ian?

It seems that neither of them works...

how so……

The assassin girl's worry lasted less than a minute.

This wasn't because Mary told her "it's okay", nor was it because she suddenly figured something out.

Instead, the first generation Hassan laughed loudly in the western village where the black fire had dissipated.

It was a smile that came from the heart, a smile of joy, as if he had seen the answer he wanted most.

"Hahaha--"

"I knew you would do this—"

"Ian Pendragon, your personality is very suitable for being an Assassin, the type I admire most."

"Really? It's a real honor."

Ian said this, and then the arm that had obtained Satan's power clenched into a fist.

"Master, you won't refuse me, right?"

"Of course not possible."

The first Hassan pulled out the sword, and under the scorching sun, it shone with a different kind of light, as if it had just returned from hell after saving the souls of the dead.

"I haven't exercised for a long time."

"Ian Pendragon, I hope you won't let me down."

The first generation Hassan shouted loudly, and the other Hassans present wisely retreated.

However, they did not disperse.

One reason is that they really want to ensure the safety of the first generation Hassan. Once Ian really takes action, they will immediately fight with their lives at stake.

two is……

In fact, many Hassans have never witnessed the abilities of this first-generation master. They have only glimpsed some of the power of this legendary Assassin in the legends of Hassan passed down orally.

now--

There just happens to be someone who is not afraid of death and wants to do this. If you don’t look at it now, when will you?

"This……"

Although she no longer had to worry about who to help, Sayaka became even more nervous than before when she saw Ian and the first generation Hassan entering into a "duel".

However, Mary, who was standing by, used the flower petals as a barrier and took her to climb a tree not far away - that was the most perfect and most suitable "viewing position".

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to anyone."

"That old man wouldn't want this man to die by his sword, and because of you, that man will never be able to hurt that old man."

"this is only……"

Mary held her chin. If there were snacks or some kind of magical liquid replenishment from Ian around, the little wild cat would definitely enjoy it.

"It's just a training session."

"..."

When Sayaka heard this, she suddenly realized that there was still some cognitive gap between herself and Meili.

The assassin girl stopped talking and silently observed the battle.

"Just training..."

On the other hand, with the "exit" of the Hassans, there is enough space for a duel between Ian and the first generation Hassan.

The two of them were surrounded by the lingering flames of the inheritance ceremony that had not yet dissipated. At this moment, there was an indescribable tragic beauty.

"..."

"..."

The first generation Hassan's sword blade scraped through the air, making a sound like steel rubbing against each other.

This was obviously not something the sword itself could do, but the magic power of the first generation Hassan had overflowed enough to turn the originally ethereal air into a stone that could kill the sword.

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of."

Although he was an Assassin, he displayed the strength of a Saber. Ian couldn't help but sigh at the unfathomable strength of the first generation Hassan.

but--

The man looked at his arm and took a deep breath.

Satan is a devil, but a fair devil.

If you want to gain power, you have to pay an equal price to him and you will get the corresponding reward.

but--

What is the price you pay for yourself?

Or……

There are other ways to "pay" for it all.

Ian couldn't figure it out, but he knew he didn't need to figure it out at the moment.

Well, transforming into a demon and understanding the delusional sound of the heart (Zabaniya) is the most effective way.

The man also started to burn.

This time, he is no longer an ordinary swordsman, but——

A being holding two swords!

That's right!

With the help of the devil Satan, Ian held both swords at the same time.

The one on the left is the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)!

The one on the right is the Sword of Victory (Excalibur Galatine)!

These fake swords, which shouldn't have appeared at the same time, appeared in the man's hands at the same time like a miracle!

"Ah."

The first generation Hassan's eyes had a faint glow.

"interesting."

"Such a powerful sword, and you actually possess two of them. You are truly an extraordinary person to have found them in peace."

"I'm afraid I have the ability to make advance payments now, old man."

"of course."

"When facing you, old man, I have to be serious no matter what."

With a loud bang, the battle officially began.

The first to attack was actually the first generation Hassan, who seemed much older than Ian.

Although he was holding a heavy sword, his movements were so agile that it seemed as if he was only holding a light sword.

A death-like gale was blowing around the first Hassan, and it unexpectedly created a sandstorm that blocked out the scorching sun.

"call--"

The man felt his adrenaline rush into his body in an instant.

Is this the strength of Chief Hassan?

Looking at the humanoid sandstorm coming towards him, Ian concentrated his magic power and gathered it on the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur) and the Sword of Rotating Victory (Excalibur Galatine) in his hands.

The light is shining.

Ian did not avoid the sandstorm coming towards him, but faced it head-on.

Yes!

Excalibur Galatine and Excalibur were both used by men as weapons to create storms.

This is a head-on impact!

"..."

"Cover your eyes——"

Meili said this, as if she had already foreseen what would happen next.

"Eh?"

Sayaka naturally didn't understand what this meant.

But a second later, she understood - this was the shining wave formed by the entanglement of magic power after the two storms collided with each other!

that moment……

Sayaka seemed to have seen heaven.

After a while——

The storm subsides.

Ian and the first generation Hassan looked at each other and both began to breathe heavily.

"..."

"..."

"Old man, are you done yet?"

"I have indeed stopped. If I had hurt you, Jingmi would have been a widow."

"but--"

The first generation Hassan looked at the man in front of him.

"You, actually dare to stop?"

"Of course—" Ian turned the two swords into particles and dissipated them. "If I hurt the old man, Jingmi won't let me go either, right?"

"..."

The first Hassan was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.