The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"..."

Looking at Black Jeanne's childish behavior, Ian felt like laughing.

Because this scene was just like the Joan of Arc in his memory coming to him and acting coquettishly.

Those were days that made him miss them a little.

but--

Can't laugh.

She was not the Joan of Arc in his memory.

Ian was still sighing, but Jeanne d'Arc suddenly grabbed his hand, and then spoke in a rather excited tone;

"Hurry up and get on the dragon!"

"Ah? A dragon?"

"Yes!" Black Jeanne stared at Ian, "Why else do you think I called the evil dragon over?"

"..."

"What's that expression on your face? Are you unwilling to do this kind of thing?"

"Of course not," Ian replied.

"Then get on the dragon now!"

Feeling that Black Joan of Arc had an inexplicable obsession with this, Ian decided to follow her wishes.

The two of them went up the dragon one after another.

"Hold my waist tight..."

"If it falls down, it will become a paste."

"You don't need to tell me I can do it too."

"Hmph, I hope so."

After a brief exchange, the giant dragon summoned by Black Jeanne once again fanned out a fierce wind and flew into the sky.

High in the sky, Black Jeanne d'Arc skillfully controlled the evil dragon beneath her, her eyes full of confidence.

Ian hugged the girl's slender waist and stuck close to her back - although he looked quite cold, Black Jeanne didn't seem to mind this level of contact at all.

"How about it--!"

The Dragon Witch's voice sounded very excited.

"Isn't it great to be up in the sky? You can't feel this on the ground!"

Although this is not the first time I have experienced the feeling of flying high in the sky.

But realizing that Black Jeanne enjoyed the feeling of showing off, Ian did not intend to speak against her wishes.

"really."

The man pretended to look around at the sky with interest.

“It’s a really great feeling to be flying high in the sky.”

"Do you... usually spend your time like this?"

"That's about right~" Black Jeanne's tone was full of pride, "But I don't do this every day."

"It all depends on whether I'm happy that day or not."

"Really? Then you are really free."

"Of course." Black Jeanne's eyes sparkled with the light of day.

"If there is something I want to do... no one in this world can stop me!"

“That’s right——!”

Black Jeanne leaned back, raised her head, and looked at the man who was holding her waist.

"You haven't mentioned your name yet?"

"Now tell me quickly."

"Or I'll throw you down!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc is very impatient and wants to know the answer to any question immediately.

To this end, she would even resort to some threatening tactics.

But Ian didn't think the name was something that shouldn't be mentioned.

He quickly answered, "Ian Pendragon."

"Ian Pendragon?"

Black Jeanne repeated the name, her brows slightly tightened, and she looked a little confused.

"Why do I feel that this name sounds familiar?"

"Sound familiar?"

"Yeah." Black Jeanne nodded, "I feel like I've heard a very similar name somewhere."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ian asked back, "Are you talking about Altria Pendragon?"

"Yeah!"

Black Jeanne waved her fingers repeatedly, confirming what Ian had just said.

"It's Altria Pendragon! The legendary King Arthur!"

"..."

After hearing this, Ian became the one who fell into confusion.

What confused him was not that his name was linked to Black Jeanne d'Arc and Altria's real name.

He simply felt that she shouldn't know this name.

After all, the time when the name King Arthur existed is very far away from France today.

And since she was shouting "revenge on France", it is unlikely that she would take the initiative to spend time to understand such things.

And if you mention this——

Ian discovered that both Black Jeanne d'Arc and his sister Jeanne d'Arc in his memory looked somewhat similar to Altria.

Is this a coincidence?

Or is it some kind of inevitable connection?

The man couldn't figure it out for a moment.

He just felt that he had heard Ophelia mention this situation once in Chaldea, where someone could learn about a hero that they shouldn't know about.

That is knowledge closely related to the Holy Grail War.

"Hey!" Black Jeanne's dissatisfied voice sounded in Ian's ears as he was lost in thought, "Why are you always like this?!"

"You fell silent while talking... Did my words make you feel like you couldn't continue?"

She felt that Black Joan of Arc was a little angry about her silence - her temper was really very different from that of her sister Joan of Arc.

Ian adjusted his mood and then responded.

"No...I just thought about the promise you made just now."

"The promise just now?"

After Ian said this, Black Jeanne immediately reacted.

"Are you referring to my relationship with that saint?"

"Yes." Ian nodded without hesitation.

After all, that was one of the reasons why he decided to follow Black Jeanne.

"Why are you so anxious?" Black Jeanne looked up at the man behind her, "Do you care so much about the relationship between her and me?"

"Somewhat."

"after all--"

Ian looked straight at the girl's face that was superimposed on everything with so many memories.

"You do remind me of her...that's something that can't be denied."

"..."

Black Jeanne was silent for a moment, then began to mutter.

"This feeling is so annoying... You are chatting with me, the Dragon Witch, but your mind is completely on the Saint."

"This makes me feel like you were lying to me about everything you just said."

"Hey!" Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was getting angrier and angrier, pinched Ian's thigh.

"Do you think I'm some kind of woman that can be easily deceived?"

"..."

"There's no such thing." Ian smiled bitterly.

"You don't think you're so stupid that you can't tell I'm lying, do you?"

This is a very clever introductory statement - it fits perfectly with Black Jeanne's pride.

She was quickly caught.

“…That’s right.”

"From the look of you, you really don't look like someone who would dare to deceive me."

"Don't worry!" Black Jeanne held the reins of the evil dragon in her hand.

“I’m not the kind of person who doesn’t have integrity.”

"I will definitely do what I promised you."

"But before that, you have to become my Servant first."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment.

"So what exactly do I need to do to become your Servant? You haven't told me yet, right?"

"Normally, it would be fine to just sign a contract."

"But your situation is special."

Black Jeanne's eyes searched the ground where the evil dragon flew over.

"You have to—"

"I have to?" Ian demanded.

"You have to have sex with me once."

Black Jeanne d'Arc pressed herself against the man's body and spoke without any sense of shame.

"You--you don't think I brought you to such a high place because I was bored?"

220. Black Jeanne's First Experience/In-depth Communication on Dragon's Back/The Origin of the Witch (4k)

A scene very similar to the one in my memory.

To be precise, it should be a similar but not exactly the same scene.

After all, the younger sister Joan of Arc in his memory had once made a similar request to him - but at that time she had spent half a year thinking before making such a decision.

But now, the Black Jeanne in front of him not only did not take that kind of long consideration, but her tone was also full of impatience.

It was as if he wanted to do this very thing in the next second.