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"Mr. Ian...are you thinking about something?"

Gray returned to the man's side.

"Please tell me!"

"Even if I may not be able to provide you with any solutions to your problems, at least let me listen to your troubles!"

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then said:

"Gray—"

"What would it be like if you saw someone you missed while in a trance?"

"Maybe it's 'impurities'."

Helena's sudden words made Ian and Grey look at her.

However, this girl who was well versed in theosophy did not feel shy about this, but instead explained it very seriously.

"This is the concept of alchemy—"

"Substance A is supposed to be converted into Substance B, but if for some reason during the process Substance C gets mixed into Substance A, then the supposedly pure Substance B will become the unintended Substance D."

"This is what is called 'impurity'."

"what do you mean……"

"If emotions are mixed into alchemy, will the final alchemical product also become emotional?"

As he said this, Ian looked at the ground not far away - that was where "Morgan" had knocked a man down.

But it was like he had "woken up" and found himself still in the same place, and there were no traces of having "fallen down" on the ground.

It seemed as if nothing had happened, as if it was all just a dream.

"Theoretically, it should be like this—"

Helena pursed her chin and nodded very seriously.

"After all, according to this statement, it's just based on 'equivalent exchange', and it involves emotions as well."

"I see..." The man nodded thoughtfully.

This reaction naturally made Helena a little confused.

"No, why are you asking?"

"nothing."

The corners of Ian's mouth curled up slightly.

He held Helena's and Gray's hands, one on each side, and said in a calm tone:

"Let's go——"

"We still have a lot to do."

813. Helena: Two More Wives? / Theoretical Plan to Break Through the Light Wall (4k)

In front of the wall of light.

"Who are these?"

Helena looked at the companions who arrived with Ian and seemed a little confused.

She didn't know that after coming out of the desert, she would find so many people on Ian's side!

"..."

Seeing Helena's dazed look, Joan of Arc spoke first.

"Hello--"

"I am Jeanne d'Arc."

"Joan of Arc?"

Helena was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized something.

"You are... the saint! The saint who saved France!"

"Hey, this..."

Jeanne shook her head.

"I didn't do any so-called 'rescue'; it was the people there who saved themselves."

"I am now..."

Joan of Arc came to Ian and took his hand, as if she was swearing her absolute territorial sovereignty.

"She's just my brother's wife~"

"what?"

"no?"

For a moment, Helena thought she had misheard something.

"This guy Ian is actually your brother?! Or your husband?!"

"Yeah!" Joan of Arc nodded, and then held Ian's arm a little tighter, as if she was worried that it would slip away from her.

"This is a marriage witnessed by the King of France!"

"..."

"Ah?!" Helena's lips parted slightly, and she looked quite surprised.

"When did this happen?"

"How could I not know?! Chaldea didn't say they were holding a marriage registration event, right?! If they did, I would definitely be the first one to attend!"

As a scholar, Helena seems to have a natural obsession with things like certificates.

But even more explosive things are yet to come.

After Joan of Arc rudely "occupied" one of Ian's arms, Black Joan of Arc, who was not far away, came over unwilling to be left behind.

But compared to my sister——

This relatively immature girl dropped a depth bomb!

She was seen holding the reconciled Lily and approaching with an anxious look on her face, as if she was afraid that she would fall behind her sister.

"Me!! I'm marrying my brother too!"

"This is our little one! Come, Lily, speak up and let everyone know!"

"Hello everyone - this is my mother~" Lily cooperated with Black Jeanne very obediently.

perhaps……

Is she really sorry for what happened to her sister before?

But no matter what Lily's reason was for cooperating so well, it was enough to make Helena dumbfounded.

How long have we been out of Chaldea?

Did Ian have two wives he could call "sisters"? And a cute child?

What speed is this?

Even rocket launches aren't this intense, right?

Helena felt dizzy and then staggered backward, looking like she was about to fall to the ground.

But at this moment——

"careful!"

Following a gentle voice, Helena's Master, a girl named Gray, supported her.

"Are you OK?"

"No, nothing's wrong..." Helena wiped the sweat from her forehead, "But it's almost the same as if something happened—"

"what?"

Gray tilted her head slightly. She looked out of place in the desert environment wearing a windbreaker.

"What does it mean?"

"Gray..."

Helena grabbed her Master's hand and spoke in a rather sad tone, as if sentencing him to death:

"do you know?"

"Ian, now you have two wives and a child again!"

"..."

"Why are you so calm?"

"Oh, well..." Gray scratched her face a little embarrassedly, "Because I think someone like Mr. Ian should be liked by many people - so isn't it normal for him to have multiple girlfriends?"

"As for the children..."

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly, and she actually looked a little expectant.

"Mr. Ian's descendants are all lovely people."

"..."

Helena was a little confused by what she said.

Only then did she realize that her Master, Gray, seemed to have a relatively open attitude towards Ian's feelings.

in other words--

She is the kind of person who doesn't mind sharing at all!

"This……"

Helena covered her head.

The successive shocking news plunged this academically accomplished girl into an endless vortex.

The person you like...

There are so many opponents!

but--

Before Helena could recover from the abyss of despair and pain, something even more unexpected happened.

Bedivere, who had not had time to introduce himself, suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

"king--"

"My king—"

"Are you really?!"

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere at the scene seemed a little weird for a moment.

Almost everyone didn't understand why Bedivere suddenly performed such a ceremony - except Ian.

His expression became a little complicated, and then he slowly walked to Bedivere's side and patted his shoulder gently.

"Bedivere."

"Don't be like this. She is not the king you know."

"You... should be able to tell."

After Ian said this, Bedivere raised his head again and looked carefully at the girl in the windbreaker in front of him.

After a long moment, he nodded somewhat disappointedly.