The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Your precious sister is still watching this side now."

"If you sit in front of me like this, aren't you afraid that she'll be angry?"

"If it's just this kind of problem, I don't think you have to worry about it, Pulelati."

Ian answered calmly.

"After all, the reason I am sitting here now is largely because Jeanne suggested that I do this."

"so--"

"You don't have to worry about Jeanne getting angry."

"Really?" Plerati curled his lips, "I don't think that's the case."

"Because I feel—"

The purple-haired girl reached out her hand and touched the back of Ian's hand.

"I'm afraid she's not as generous as you think."

Sure enough, it was just as Pulelati had predicted now.

The moment her hand touched Ian's hand, Joan of Arc, who had been hiding aside and looking calm, suddenly became anxious, as if she was ready to jump out and catch the adulterer at any time.

but--

Before Pleurati could test the limit of Joan of Arc's patience.

Ian immediately shook her hand away and asked coldly.

"If I'm not mistaken, Jeanne should be watching nearby, right?"

"..."

【Pulelati was a little surprised.】

【She never expected you to realize this so quickly. 】

[She couldn't help but wonder how you knew that.]

"You guessed it so quickly."

Pulelati looked at the young man in front of him with great interest - even though he already had a mature appearance that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"Did you know that your sister was nearby?"

"I just thought it was a possibility at first." Ian responded to Pulelati calmly, "and your actions confirmed it for me."

"My actions?"

"Yeah." Ian looked directly at the purple-haired girl in front of him.

"Don't you know that once you have a purpose, your actions will become deliberate?"

"If you extend your hand deliberately... it means you are trying to provoke someone, right? And the only person who can be provoked by me is my sister."

"..."

Pulelati's smile froze in an instant, replaced by deep self-doubt.

“Is it really that obvious??”

"Yes." Ian confirmed this statement again, "Hasn't anyone mentioned this to you before?"

"No!"

"..."

"..."

"What's that expression on your face!" Pulelati said anxiously, "Is this funny?"

"Well... that's not funny at all."

Ian suppressed the smile on his face.

"So--"

"Back to business."

"Plerati, you should still remember the promise you made, right? You... will tell me more information about the English magician along the way."

"Yes, of course I remember."

The purple-haired girl picked up the wine glass in front of her and took a sip of the wine.

"What do you want to ask this time?"

"Weakness." Ian answered without hesitation.

"I want to know what weakness this English magician has that I can use to defeat her."

"..."

[Your request seems to have touched Pulelati's heart.]

【The smile on her face is disappearing little by little. 】

You realize that this question seems to have a completely different meaning for her.

[You sense that something is wrong.]

"Is there no way to answer this question?" Ian broke the silence, "Or do you not know the answer either?"

"If you say so—"

Pulelati met Ian's gaze.

"Rather, there are so many answers that I don't know how to answer them."

“Too many answers?”

This was an answer Ian had never expected.

"What does it mean?"

"It means what it says literally." Pulelati gulped down a large glass of wine, then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Because she's afraid of so many things that it doesn't make sense to single out any one of them."

"Perhaps I should say so... Anything that can kill a mortal can also kill her. That's probably how it appears."

Such an explanation inevitably made Ian somewhat confused.

"If you say so—"

"Isn't this the weakest magician? How could the English believe that such a magician could bring them victory?"

"Ha." Pulelati sneered.

"That's why I said that you were dragged down too much by your sister...even your understanding of magi has become much duller."

"The strength of a magician cannot be measured by such boring things as whether he can be killed or not."

"not to mention--"

The purple-haired girl licked her lips.

"If someone is killed, he or she may not necessarily die."

"What does this mean?" Ian felt as if he had come into contact with something extraordinary.

"It's a simple truth."

Plerati drank the wine in the glass in front of him, then pointed his finger at the empty glass and continued.

"Like this wine glass—"

As the girl spoke, she conjured up a flame and burned part of it.

"What you see as death is actually just the destruction of 'part' of her like this."

“But the archetype of the wine glass still exists.”

"If you can grasp this point——"

The girl exerted a little effort, and the burnt wine glass returned to its original state bit by bit.

"No matter what degree of death, it is just a simple reversible process."

"..."

[You understand what Pulelati means.]

[Although the magician can be killed in various ways, "death" does not mean the end of her.]

【This is the immortal body that allows death to exist. 】

[You suddenly understood the concept of strength that the English soldiers had been talking about.]

【But at the same time, you inevitably have a problem. 】

"How do you know this?" Ian looked at Pulelati in front of him, "This is already an extremely secret thing, right?"

"secret?"

Upon hearing this, Pulelati burst into laughter.

"It's no secret - because she has no intention of hiding it."

"After all, if everyone knows that magic can be done to this extent, it can be regarded as leaving its own mark in the history of magic, right?"

"Of course... In that case, perhaps many people would try to see if they can kill her, right?"

"But that doesn't matter. She doesn't care about that kind of thing."

"..."

Ian was silent for a long time before speaking again.

"Magicians...are all of them such crazy people?"

"How can this be called crazy?"

Pulelati looked straight at Ian in front of him.

"As a magus, you should have the awareness that matches your status."

"I say this - you should understand what I mean, right?"

"..."

[Of course you know the other meaning behind what Pulelati said - a magician should be as persistent as she is in leaving his own mark.]

【But you totally disagree with this idea. 】

【This goes against the way you have always thought.】

"Plerati." Ian looked at the purple-haired girl in front of him, "Don't you have anyone you care about?"

"Yes."

Pulelati responded to Ian's gaze, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Aren't you the one I care about?"

"Such a great magic talent... there is no one like you in all of England and France."

"Oh, I'm so excited when I think about this kind of person right in front of me."

"That's not caring." Ian said, "You just think I didn't do what a magician should do."

"So you understand this, too?"

Plelatti glanced at Joan of Arc in the distance - she was still watching secretly.

"Then why don't you do it... You obviously have the ability, but you are being held back by your sister."

"Plerati, I think I've said it once." Ian held the wine glass in front of him.

"Jeanne is very important to me... She is not a burden as you said."

"..."

Plerati turned his head away and muttered softly.

"It doesn't matter whether she is or not. She shouldn't be by your side."