The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Still with some sweet words, Ian agreed to Grey and Helena's request to act alone.

He knew that some things had to be faced proactively.

And the man also believed that Gray was someone with that kind of courage.

only……

Why hasn't Ritsuka Fujimaru contacted me yet?

I always feel that something is not right.

but……

BB is right.

I should have more faith in my savior partner.

She can definitely do it.

However, before the man could think too much about this emotion, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Ian turned around and saw the first generation Hassan.

At this moment, he had already carried the heavy sword of Azrael, the angel of death, which could be used to cut off the sun boat (Mesektet), on his back, and he looked much gentler.

"Master, you're here."

"Yeah." The first generation Hassan nodded.

"Ian, I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you free?"

"..."

"Of course." Ian nodded, "Since the old man invited me, I'm free anytime.

Ten minutes later.

The wreck of the Mesektet (Solar Boat), site of the Ramesseum Tentyris (Temple of the Sun).

The Hassans were working hard to deal with the stones that had fallen from the top of the temple after it was destroyed by Athena.

This is obviously not an easy job, but no Hassan has any complaints about it - after all, in a sense, this is already rebuilding their home.

And this is indeed the case.

After the Ramesseum Tentyris was bombarded by the Mecha Goddess at full force for nearly half a day, this land, originally inhabited by the mountain people and later occupied by the undead pharaoh of Egypt, was gradually returning to its original state.

It was a mountain landscape, lush and green, pleasing to the eye.

It’s not a world of difference compared to the original sky full of yellow sand, but it’s at least polarized.

This is where the mountain people belong...

Ian couldn't help but sigh.

"Ian," the first Hassan spoke first. "Do you still remember what I once told you about the reason for my appearance?"

Ian nodded.

"of course I remember."

"Old man, you are the ancestor of the mountain people. Whenever there is something that this generation cannot accomplish or do, we can ask you for help, right?"

"You really know how to talk." The first generation Hassan let out a long sigh.

"That's not aid, but merely an 'equivalent exchange'—each such request simply indicates the current 'Old Man of the Mountain's' incompetence."

"Since it's not enough, then you have to pay with your life."

"You, probably think I'm too cruel to the younger generation, right?"

"No," Ian shook his head. "It's not cruel at all—on the contrary, I think they'll be grateful to you."

"A very difficult problem, one that would endanger the entire mountain people, could be solved simply by sacrificing one's own life."

"This is something that many people wish for..."

"So from this perspective, old man, you are the savior of the Hassans. It has been like this before and it will be like this in the future."

"..."

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

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"You are indeed born to be the 'Old Man of the Mountain'. I was not wrong about you!"

"..."

Ian sensed something was wrong.

And this inappropriateness soon became a reality.

The first Hassan drew out his heavy sword and then thrust it into the ground beside him.

"Ian Pendragon."

"I have fulfilled the wishes of my descendants. Perhaps when the rolling stones are cleared, I will disappear where I was."

"But I can give you this sword, powerful enough to cut through everything—and with this sharp weapon, you can become the new 'Old Man of the Mountain'."

"All the Hassans will become your subordinates."

"All honors will be yours—what do you think?"

"..."

Looking at the sword that exuded a mysterious aura, Ian completely understood what the first Hassan meant - as long as he took the sword, he could immediately become the king of the mountain people.

It is up to you to drive them however you want.

And since the Egyptian forces have been completely destroyed, such conditions are naturally tantamount to allowing Ian to "rise as king again."

If we continue to make progress, we might be able to "take over" everything in this singularity.

however--

"I refuse to do that, old man."

Ian said almost without hesitation.

"I have people I want to protect, and I have a future I care about—I can't stop until I reach that world."

"so……"

The man pushed the sword back.

"I'm sorry—the future of the mountain people should be in the hands of the mountain people themselves."

"..."

"Hahahaha!" The first generation Hassan laughed again. "The person most suitable to become the 'Old Man of the Mountain' is indeed the one who hasn't become the 'Old Man of the Mountain'."

"I won't force you to do that—"

"The future of our descendants should indeed be determined by themselves."

"but……"

The first Hassan pushed his sword in front of the man again.

"You'll have to borrow this sword for now..."

"I think you will be able to use it after you leave us."

"..."

"I understand." Ian stopped refusing and took the sword.

"Thank you, old man."

What the man didn't know was...

What he and the first generation Hassan said was completely heard by Sayaka who was hiding in the dark.

"..."

The girl's hands were shaking and she was muttering something softly.

"Master Ian...are you leaving?"

799. Joan of Arc's Sisters Night Raid / Man Praying to the Moonlight (4k)

night.

As the remains of the Ramesseum Tentyris were gradually cleared by the Hassans, the mountain people's settlement gradually returned to its original state.

Yes.

It has nothing to do with the desert, but is rather a picturesque place.

If it weren't for Ozymandias's interference, this would probably be a peaceful place.

The people of the mountains are actually not what you imagine them to be. They are not all reckless assassins.

Under the moonlight, the grass was slightly green.

Black Joan of Arc was pulling her sister Joan of Arc's hand with excitement, and her tone was full of urging.

"hurry up!"

"Let's go find him right away while my brother is still asleep!"

"There's no need to be so anxious—" Joan of Arc looked at her sister who was a little too excited, and smiled helplessly.

"Brother won't leave us."

"No way!" Black Jeanne pouted, "But don't you think there are too many women around him?!"

"We encountered four or five of them before at that singularity, right?"

"Now here come two complete strangers—"

"elder sister!"

Black Joan of Arc looked at her sister Joan of Arc with a very serious expression, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Aren't you afraid that your brother will be snatched away?!"

"If a woman were more attractive than you, wouldn't that be a big problem?"

"This one……"

Joan of Arc frowned slightly. At this moment, she was still dressed like a nun and looked quite abstinent.

But the expression on the girl's face already made one thing clear - she felt that what her sister said was not unreasonable.

"It shouldn't be like this, right?"

"Look, isn't that girl named Meili willing to take care of Lily for us?"

"That doesn't mean she's not an enemy!"

Black Jeanne became more and more excited as she spoke.

"Think about it, if we were in Meili's perspective and suddenly saw her brother with a bunch of sisters saying 'you have his child', what would be your first reaction?"

"Find out... if this is really the case? After all, my brother doesn't seem like that kind of person."

"Right, right!"

Hei Zhende grabbed her sister's hand.

"You think so, don't you?"

"So, if even I have this feeling, then it's not surprising that the girl named Meili would do this, right?!"

Although it seemed that Black Joan of Arc didn't even realize that she had "stepped" on herself, Joan of Arc had to admit that what she said made some sense.

"You're right, sister."

"Even if they are not enemies, we still need to understand them clearly—"

There was a hint of vigilance in Joan of Arc's sapphire eyes.

"If a bunch of wild women come and divide up my brother, it will be a serious problem."