The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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"I won't do anything while you're making out with them."

"Kiss, kiss!"

Hearing this, Sayaka's face turned red again.

"Ju, are they actually making out in there?!"

"..."

For a moment, Ian really had no way to refute Mary's words - she always said something wonderful and difficult to object to from a wonderful angle.

"We'll talk about that later."

"Meili, you're here, where's the old man?"

"I don't know." The Flower Magician answered without hesitation, "I have no interest in any man other than you."

"you!"

Black Jeanne bit her lip.

She could feel that Mary had completely put herself in the position of the "original wife"!

How can I bear this!

You know, if we talk about understanding time!

My sister and I have known Ian for eight lifetimes!

But Jeanne stopped Black Jeanne again, and just when the latter thought that her sister wanted her to continue to endure it, the former suddenly spoke:

"let me--"

"Eh?"

Before Black Joan of Arc could react, she had already come to Ian's side holding the child named Lily, and then she naturally took the man's arm and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your interest in my brother—but he might not be able to respond so positively."

"because……"

"We have to take care of this child together."

"..."

It was noon and the sun was shining brightly, but a cold wind suddenly blew across the desert.

If the scars of previous battles were not still causing dull pain on the man's body, he would probably think that he had reached the end of the world.

only--

Ian felt like he couldn't speak now either.

I always feel that if I say something unfair, a civil war will break out here immediately.

Come on, someone, come and save me!

As if he heard the call from Ian, or perhaps he had originally intended to appear here, a black wind flashed by, and the figure of the first generation Hassan appeared in front of everyone.

"Such a strong evil spirit..."

"This is the first time I've encountered such a strong evil spirit."

"Could it be——"

The first Hassan grasped his heavy sword.

"Is the spread of the undead in the temple still continuing?"

"..."

Seeing the appearance of the first generation Hassan, Ian felt that his breathing became much smoother.

He quickly said:

"Old man!"

"..."

The first generation Hassan looked at Ian who greeted him and was silent for a long time before continuing.

"You are indeed quite extraordinary—at least compared to the 'Hassans' I've observed, you are a rather peculiar existence."

"Maybe……"

"Maybe?"

"Nothing." The first Hassan hesitated, then extended his hand to Ian. "You've returned from the afterlife. Congratulations, my proud descendant of Hassan."

"..."

Looking at the hand of the first generation Hassan reaching out to him, Ian glanced at Joan of Arc beside him.

The latter was also very sensible and let go of her brother's hand - she knew when to show affection and when not to.

"Thank you, old man."

Thanks to the actions of the first generation Hassan, the atmosphere on the scene became slightly more normal.

And Ian also remembered his sister Joan of Arc's previous proposal.

"By the way, old man—"

"Although Gilgamesh and Ozymandias were killed, it seems the Mountain People's territory hasn't returned to its original state, right?"

Just like what the man said.

The solar boat (Mesektet) was shot down.

But the land controlled by Ozymandias did not return to its original state.

The yellow sand still fills the sky and the hot wind still rages.

Everything seemed to be no different from before Ozymandias was killed by Azrael.

"Ah."

The first generation Hassan nodded, confirming Ian's statement.

"Indeed it is."

"There seems to be some unexpected results in our judgment."

"..."

Sensing that the first generation Hassan had a vague sense of something, Ian spoke directly to the point:

"Old man."

"Since it hasn't returned to its original state, does that mean we haven't done enough?"

"..."

The first generation Hassan did not speak, but just nodded silently.

But it was enough for the man to understand what he was thinking.

"Well, old man—"

"Let's... go tear down that temple."

"..."

"Hahahahaha!" The first generation Hassan laughed, "Ian, every step you take is always in line with our wishes."

"I suppose that since you said that, you must have found a way to do it, right?"

"Ah."

Ian nodded.

"of course."

I don’t know how long it will take.

Looking at the giant mecha goddess Athena standing in front of the Ramesseum Tentyris, Sayaka's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Are they going to... bomb the temple?"

"Alas--?"

Black Jeanne's golden eyes were filled with excitement.

She had thought that her brother would achieve all this, but she didn't expect it to be in this form.

Bombing temples and the like is just too cool!

Compared to her sister's excited and somewhat exaggerated attitude, Joan of Arc herself seemed relatively calm.

She came to her brother Ian and asked softly:

"elder brother--"

“Is this really possible?”

"This temple doesn't look very simple."

"Trust Athena." Ian looked at the huge mecha not far away. "Since He said He can do it, then He can definitely do it."

"Athena?"

Jeanne blinked her eyes.

"Is it the legendary goddess of war?"

"You... actually think I know a goddess like that?" Ian couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah." Joan of Arc smiled sweetly.

"For other people, I might not trust them—but if it's my brother, I'll definitely trust him."

"..."

Sure enough, no matter when.

Joan of Arc always believed in herself completely - even in the situation of being able to communicate with gods, which sounded absurd, she would never doubt herself.

"is it?"

"So I am so powerful in your heart."

"So--"

"We can't let this expectation down."

Ever since——

Under Joan of Arc's gaze, Ian came to Athena's side.

The goddess of war also cooperated very well and took him into her hands.

Standing next to the giant mecha, Athena said softly:

"Pegasus, are you sure you want me to go all out?"

"That would put a lot of strain on your body, wouldn't it?"

"..."

"No problem," Ian said without hesitation. "Athena, I'm no longer the Pegasus I once was—don't worry."