The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

At this moment, Charles VII looked worse than he had yesterday.

obviously.

After Ian said he "needed to think about it", he didn't get a good night's rest.

The poor crown prince was very worried that the dragon-driving saint would refuse his request.

If that's the case...where should France go?

but--

Even though he was so worried, Charles VII still did not disturb the two of them rudely.

This changed Ian's impression of this thin man a little.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

Joan of Arc looked at the haggard Charles VII in front of her and responded to yesterday's question quite seriously.

"After a night of careful consideration... I have decided to accept your commission."

"I will drive out the dragon of England for you, so that the glory of France can be restored as soon as possible."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Charles VII was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

Then his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

"fine."

Charles VII held on to the chair beside him and slowly climbed up.

"I was just too excited."

"God bless France!"

The haggard man looked excitedly at Ian and Jeanne in front of him.

"Thank you...thank you so much!"

"I thank you on behalf of every citizen of France!"

【You accepted Charles VII's commission in gratitude.】

[When you are ready, you will lead his last army to rescue Orleans.]

【But before that, you know you need to keep your promise to Fafnir. 】

【You have temporarily left the castle. 】

[You came to an uninhabited forest outside the city. ]

The memories of the human face and the dragon face are not completely connected.

to this end--

Ian knew that he had to transform into Fafnir and make him adapt to the situation around here.

The boy took off the dragon-shaped pendant from his neck and held it tightly in his hand.

A black light spread out from the pendant, surrounding him completely.

Ian's appearance began to change drastically, and the resulting change destroyed the surrounding trees.

Click, click, click.

Countless branches were destroyed and broken. When everything returned to calm, a giant black dragon stood in the vacated space.

But this time——

The situation seems a little different.

Because Ian found that he could actually overlook the earth from a dragon's perspective.

The young man looked at the scene that appeared in his mind and felt a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Fafnir, this..."

"This is the price, Pierre." Fafnir responded to his other side in a low voice.

"Your consciousness is changing in the direction of a dragon... Your existence will gradually become thinner."

"In the end, I am the only one left as a dragon."

"or--"

"It's better to change back immediately."

[The talent Dragon's Protection has been replaced by Dragon's Corrosion: As you transform into a dragon more and more times, the dragon face will become the dominant one in your body. ]

[Of course you fear such an outcome.]

[But you know this is the price you have to pay—you have to protect your sister.]

"No." Ian shook his head. "If I change back now, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted?"

"Fafnir, please fly!"

"..."

The black dragon said nothing more.

He flapped his broad wings, creating a strong wind across the forest floor.

A gust of violent wind swept past, and a huge figure rose into the air.

The sky instantly became his background—this was the arrogance unique to a dragon.

But for Ian at this moment, this feeling was a little scary.

"This is too high... Fafnir, is this how you always feel when you turn into a dragon?"

"That's about right." Fafnir's voice sounded quite calm.

"so--"

"I never blamed Mother for separating us."

"After all, if my sister were to come into contact with me...it would definitely be very dangerous."

"You actually care about Jeanna too." Ian couldn't help but sigh.

"Isn't that natural?"

Fafnir flapped his huge wings vigorously, stirring up a strong airflow in the sky.

"I am you and you are me."

“We are of one mind.”

The giant black dragon soared in the sky, recording the situation wherever it went with a practical perspective.

This is something that the human face cannot do.

But it is something that can only be prayed for in the presence of a human being.

[You and Fafnir took a look around.]

[You seriously imagine what it would be like if your sister really led the troops to war.]

You think of some questions.

[You decide to ask Fafnir.]

The dragon spread its wings, then folded them.

Black Fafnir stopped on a mountain - dragons are living creatures too, and they also need to rest.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ian asked his other self about the doubts in his heart.

"Fafnir."

"If you have to face several dragons at the same time, are you confident that you can defeat them?"

"……Hard to say."

Fafnir is not arrogant - he has a clear self-awareness.

"Pierre."

"Just like humans, there are differences between dragons."

"I'm not sure what level the dragons in England are at."

"but--"

"I promise you, I will fight with all my might."

"But if you do that... your body might be seriously harmed."

Although the memories are not common, the body is common.

Whatever damage Fafnir suffers in the battle as the dragon will be reflected in Pierre as he transforms back into the human form.

This is two-faced entity, entangled like a spiral.

But Ian did not hesitate at all, he responded directly:

"It's ok."

"Fafnir, you just need to fight as hard as you can when the time comes... don't worry about my problems."

"My life is as hard as a rock."

"I hope so."

Fafnir did not try to persuade the other side of himself - he knew it would be useless.

And it’s just as he said.

The human face and the dragon face are one in thought.

What does the name Pierre choose to do.

Then what will the name Fafnir do?

"By the way." Ian quickly asked his second question.

"What if it's not a dragon you're facing, but a human?"

"Do you have a way to make the fire hurt only certain people?"

【Flying in the sky gives you a new perspective. 】

[This also makes you think about another question - how to protect your sister who is leading the French team on the ground? ]

[After all, if I really have to appear on the battlefield as a dragon, then. ]

[You know that your first priority is to protect Jeanne.]

[And the best hope for all this is Fafnir's flame, which is powerful enough to devour Leif in an instant.]

[If it can distinguish between friend and foe, it will be the most powerful protection for Joan of Arc. ]

[Fafnir also quickly understood this.]

however--

Although both Ian and Fafnir knew that Joan of Arc needed to be protected.

But the answer given by Heilong was not so ideal.

"I can't do that."

"A dragon's flame is deadly to humans... Even the slightest contact will cause extremely serious damage."

"This……"

Fafnir had put it bluntly enough.

Ian also knew that such a request would be somewhat embarrassing for his dragon face.

【You are lost in thought.】

[Even in a dangerous battlefield, you want to have a foolproof plan to protect your sister. ]