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Salatari.

This is a frontier city.

After flying for a while, the evil dragon driven by Black Jeanne arrived here.

Obviously, she has completely controlled this place.

Countless evil dragons were flying in the moonlight, blocking the moonlight rushing towards the ground again and again, and then turning them into black shadows.

Fear and despair linger in the city, oppressing everyone's nerves.

The source of all this, Black Jeanne, is now walking on the road into the city.

She held the evil dragon flag in one hand and held the arm of the man beside her with the other, with a smile on her face, looking quite happy.

Everyone would think this was a girl in love - if there wasn't an evil dragon flying over the city.

Repressed.

Very depressing.

Ian could feel the painful wails emanating from this city surrounded by evil dragons.

Everyone who looked at Black Jeanne had fear in their eyes.

Everyone knew that she was the Dragon Witch, but no one dared to stand up and point it out.

Because that is a mortal situation.

This scene made Ian take a deep breath and his mind became much clearer.

He began to admonish himself.

Although Black Jeanne d'Arc is indeed a virgin with zero sexual knowledge, she also has strong desires.

But she is also the dragon witch who destroyed the country.

This is not an empty reputation.

The atmosphere was too depressing.

A little child suddenly started crying.

Although the mother reacted immediately and quickly covered his mouth.

But the crying was still heard by Black Joan of Arc.

She was a sweet girlfriend just now, but in an instant she turned into a terrifying dragon witch.

“What are you crying—!”

"Did I allow you to cry?!"

Brutal and despotic.

Black Jeanne, who was in a bad mental state, raised her evil dragon flag and pointed it at the crying child.

Immediately, the crowd made way for them.

Only the mother knelt down and begged for mercy.

But everyone knew that this was meaningless - the witch would not accept anyone's plea.

At this moment, although the man was not very moral, he would not watch a child being killed.

He stopped her.

"What are you doing?!" Black Joan of Arc was very unhappy when she was stopped.

"This kid is so noisy, I'm going to kill him!"

"Come on, the others hate you."

"So what?" Black Jeanne sneered, "You don't think I'm afraid of this, do you?"

"..."

This direction of dissuasion is not acceptable.

Ian rolled his eyes and came up with a new idea.

"That--"

"What if I say this will affect the assessment results?"

Ian's words hit upon what Black Jeanne cared about.

“Why does it affect you?”

“It’s hard to explain… but it’s related.”

"Then I won't do it." Black Jeanne murmured softly.

"Well, that's right."

Ian smiled slightly, then changed his expression and yelled at his mother who was kneeling on the ground.

"Get out of here now."

The mother was stunned for a moment, then she realized that the man was helping her.

"Yes Yes!"

She immediately took her child and disappeared from Black Joan of Arc's sight.

Black Jeanne curled her lips and then took the man's hand.

"Let's go back quickly--!"

"It's unbearably hot there again."

"..."

"Okay." Ian replied helplessly.

He unconsciously glanced at the two people's clasped hands, but saw something unexpected.

There were several red marks on the back of the girl's hand.

That was a place I had never paid attention to before.

The more Ian looked at it, the more familiar it looked, and then he remembered the correct answer.

That is--

The Master's Command Spell!

223. Puff Production Manual/Cat Girl Servant/The Essence of Singularity (4k)

Unlike the half-baked Fujimaru Ritsuka who was tricked into coming to Chaldea as a Master candidate by a few boxes of milk.

Ian did learn some magic knowledge systematically from Ophelia.

Although it was only some very basic knowledge, he did get the recognition of the top magician.

Ophelia even promised that once things were over, she would take him back to the Clock Tower and register him as a magician recognized by the association.

Although now, that is already an unattainable ideal.

But it still proves that Ian has studied this area seriously.

and so--

After seeing the bright red mark on the back of Jeanne d'Arc's hand, Ian immediately recognized it as the Master's Command Spell.

He knew the purpose of this thing very well.

It not only symbolizes the absolute command power of the Master over the Servant, but is also a crystalline substance that is the embodiment of magic power.

Once two strokes or more are used, the servant can be forced to do anything.

and many more.

In that case—

Ian looked at Jeanne d'Arc, who was happily holding his hand and walking towards the depths of the city.

From the moment I saw her, she seemed to be constantly mentioning the concept of "Servant".

The reasons used for having relationships with oneself are all words like "concluding a contract".

That's right.

This is the tone a Master should have.

Could it be that she is actually the "Master" summoned by the Holy Grail rather than a "Servant"?

A few more words of contemplation:

Isn't France "conducting" a Holy Grail War at this moment? !

And Black Jeanne d'Arc is one of them!

The moment he realized this, Ian felt like his breathing was about to stop.

He wanted to refute the results of his own thinking, but found that it could indeed explain some problems.

"What the hell do you want?!"

Seeing Ian's silence, Black Jeanne, who had no idea that she looked like his girlfriend, seemed very angry.

"I have done everything you said, right?"

"I'm sorry." Ian came to his senses and apologized, "This is my first time here, I'm a little uncomfortable."

"Not used to it?"

Black Jeanne d'Arc secretly took note of these words.

"fine."

“You don’t have to get used to it.”

"Now just follow me in quickly--!"

"Row."

So, Ian walked forward, held by the hand of Black Jeanne like a boyfriend.

During this process, the man felt a lot of resentful gazes from all over the city.

obviously.

These were the looks from people who hated the Dragon Witch but dared not say a word due to her strength.

If they had enough power, they would probably rise up against Black Joan of Arc immediately.

etc--!

Ian suddenly realized a problem.

Since Black Jeanne has such a bad reputation, I would probably be treated as her pawn if I stayed with her.

This is really...

The man prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the future situation would not be worse than he had predicted.

Before they knew it, Ian and Black Jeanne arrived at a place.

It was the tallest building in this border city - her ostentatious nature was fully displayed at this moment.

At this moment, a young girl was waiting there with a bow and arrow.

I saw a person with long green hair...

Cat girl?!

Ian rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.

That's a real cat girl.

But compared with Black Jeanne's proud figure, her chest seems a little thin.

No.