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at the same time.

Atalanta, who had gained extraordinary perception due to her Archer class, sensed this change in Ian's mood.

"Master, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Is there something wrong with Caster (magician)? But I remember you two haven't met before?"

"..."

He realized that if he continued like this, Atalanta would notice something was wrong.

Ian shrugged and said directly:

"nothing."

"It's because we've never actually met that I'm a little curious."

"..."

Although Atalanta felt that Ian's attitude seemed a little strange, she did not ask further.

Because at this moment, she had something she had to say immediately.

The cat girl blushed slightly and whispered to the man next to her who had excited her many times.

"That--"

"Can you please move your hand away? If Caster (magician) finds out... I won't be able to explain it to you."

"Let me make it clear first, I don't hate the Master for doing this... I'm just worried about being discovered."

"…The explanation behind this doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"I'm afraid that the master will misunderstand me..." the cat girl said with a blushing face, "and I don't want to cause trouble for the master."

"Well, you're right."

Ian finally pinched the elastic area gently and then released his hand.

His attention at this moment was focused on Caster (the magician) who had not yet appeared.

The man really wanted to know what kind of servant could have magic power fluctuations almost identical to that of Plerati.

So much so that I can't even tell the difference.

The figure walking from a distance gradually approached until its true face was revealed in front of Ian and Atalanta.

however--

The development of things once again surprised Ian.

The person who came in front of him was not the crazy girl Françoise Pleurati, but a real man.

He is tall, full of strength, and looks quite strong.

But what seems to be slightly inconsistent with this robustness is the face that is immersed in fanatical faith.

Ian had seen people with this demeanor countless times in Domremy Village.

It was just that this situation occurred at that time because France was losing the war and people had to rely on this hope to continue to survive.

Why did this man in front of me become like this...

That's unknown.

But there was one thing Ian was sure of.

That is, the man in front of him must have experienced something that was enough to touch the depths of his soul, otherwise it would be impossible for him to become like this.

"Atalanta," Ian asked calmly.

"What's wrong?" The little cat girl also lowered her voice.

"That Caster (magician), what's his name?"

"..."

"Eh?"

Hearing Ian's question, Atalanta fell into deep thought.

But in the end, she shook her head.

"Master, if you're asking that... I don't think I even know his name."

"what?"

Ian was a little surprised by this answer.

"You were summoned by the Master before me... How come you don't know his name?"

"This... isn't strange, is it?"

Hearing the man's words, Atalanta began to explain carefully.

"I didn't know the master's name at first, did I?"

"..."

Realizing that there is no point in this topic - if you don't know, you don't know.

Ian quickly ended it.

"You're right."

"but--"

"What is he here for?"

"Hmm..." Atalanta looked at Jeanne d'Arc who was still setting up a summoning circle not far away and gave her own guess.

"I think, maybe he came here to feel that the Master needs his help?"

"..."

It turned out that Atalanta's intuition was indeed very accurate.

Just as she had predicted, the Caster (magician) walked straight towards Black Jeanne.

After arriving in front of the Dragon Witch, the tall man bowed deeply, and then expressed his arrival in an extremely respectful tone.

"Master...you are back."

Perhaps because she heard a familiar voice, Jeanne d'Arc temporarily stopped drawing the summoning circle and looked up at Caster (the magician) who said this.

Then, her expression showed a little more joy of seeing people with similar interests.

“It is you, Gilles de Rais.”

Gilles de Rais?

Ian quickly "searched" for things related to this name in his mind.

But in the end——

He only confirmed one thing.

That is, no matter in the past when I lived in France or in my real experience, I had never heard this name once.

Although he did not rule out the possibility that it was due to his own ignorance, Ian always felt that something was not right.

He could feel that the Caster (magician) in front of him brought him a subtle sense of disharmony, but for a moment he couldn't figure out why this was happening.

"Yes, Master." The Caster (magician) known as Gilles de Rais responded to Black Jeanne respectfully.

"I feel like you need my help."

"so--"

"I came to your side as soon as possible."

"But this one is..."

Gilles de Ray looked at Ian standing aside.

It was the first time Ian had met him.

Of course, he was also meeting Ian for the first time.

But before Ian could say anything, Black Joan of Arc took the initiative to introduce him like an old married couple.

"If you ask that—"

"His name is Ian, and he is the Servant who has made a contract with me."

"..."

Gilles de Ray's expression became a little strange for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

He seemed to have discovered something, but didn't say it.

no solution anymore.

Ian could only temporarily disguise himself as a Servant according to Black Jeanne's words - after all, he could do such a thing.

——Memory projection ability activated——

The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin) appeared in his hand.

“So it’s Saber (swordsman)?” Gilles de Rey nodded meaningfully.

"Welcome to the Master's service."

Having said this, Gilles de Ray extended his hand toward Ian.

Although I always feel that the Caster (magician) in front of me is quite strange in various senses.

But in order to prevent the situation from becoming too awkward, Ian still held his hand.

And at this time——

Black Jeanne d'Arc looked at the summoning circle in front of her that she had drawn alone and wiped her forehead.

"Ah--"

“I’m really talented in this area.”

"It's time to let those weaklings know what they are facing."

The Dragon Witch held the Holy Grail and began to mutter certain words.

In just a moment, Ian felt the extremely powerful surge of magic.

I saw a blue light flashing in the summoning circle, and then it gathered into human shapes.

The first person to come out was a knight holding a fancy sword.

"Wow--"

“I didn’t expect to be able to come to France three hundred years ago.”

The knight looked at the surrounding scenery, then took off his hat and saluted Black Jeanne.

"Master, Saber (Swordsman) Dion de Beaumont expresses his highest gratitude to you as the Knight of the White Lily."

Knight Dion had just finished introducing himself when another voice came from the summoning circle.

That was the second Servant to appear here.

“So this is France.”

"Heh... Compared to my country, it's even worse."

A mature man in a black cloak said so.

"but--"

The man sniffed slightly.

"Although it looks completely different, there's still the smell of blood here."

"Master——"