The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"I am Vlad Tepes Dracula, currently a Lancer."

"If you intend to make a river of blood flow here... I will be more than happy to help you."

The appearance of the Servants did not stop there.

After Vlad Tepesh Dracula finished introducing himself, another ray of light in the summoning circle slowly gathered into shape.

This time, the one who came in front of everyone was a young man dressed very warmly.

An extremely strong murderous aura emanated from his entire body.

No.

To be precise, it should be the external manifestation accumulated from doing something for a long time - just like the behavioral etiquette unique to aristocrats.

"...Knight Dion." The young man said coldly as he looked at the White Lily Knight who came out first.

"I didn't expect to see you again in this era."

"but--"

"Since you are here in response to a summons."

"Then let's not worry about this kind of thing for now."

The young man looked towards Black Jeanne and bowed slightly.

"My name is Charles Henri Sanson, and my job title is Assassin."

"But if I may--"

"Please try to send me to fight head-on."

After this humble yet polite self-introduction, the last ray of light in the summoning circle revealed its true form.

A knight dressed in ancient British clothes appeared in front of everyone.

"A call that transcends time?"

"I didn't expect something like this would happen... I thought I would just disappear."

"But now that we are here——"

The British Knight drew out his thick sword blade and pointed it towards the sky.

"The Knights of the Round Table are on the line."

"Saber (Swordsman) Lancelot pledges his allegiance to you at this moment!"

"..."

After Lancelot said this, he seemed to have discovered something.

His eyes fell on Ian, and his eyes looked a little confused.

"You..." the knight said.

"What's your reaction?" Black Joan of Arc looked at Lancelot, whom she had just summoned using the Holy Grail.

"Do you feel like something's wrong?"

"..."

Lancelot hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head.

"nothing."

"I just suddenly remembered a great old friend."

Although she felt that this answer was quite strange, Black Jeanne did not delve into it further.

Because she doesn't care about these people's past.

As long as I can use it for myself now, that's enough.

The Dragon Witch glanced at everyone present, and then she began to list her servants.

"Saber (Swordsman) Ian."

"Archer Atalanta."

"Caster (magician) Gilles de Rais."

"Saber (Swordsman) Knight Dion."

"Lancer Vlad Tepesh Dracula."

"Assassin Charles Henri Sanson."

"Saber (Swordsman) Lancelot."

"Hahahahaha!" The Dragon Witch laughed arrogantly.

"Okay, great!"

"With you guys, it won't be difficult to destroy the land beneath our feet."

"..."

"..."

Ian noticed that when Black Joan of Arc said this, the expressions of Knight Dion and Charles Henri Sanson changed significantly.

He realized that these two French men, like Atalanta, might not be so supportive of Joan of Arc's actions.

On the contrary, Gilles de Rais was the most loyal of his subjects.

After the Dragon Witch expressed her desire to destroy the country, he immediately cheered and even applauded.

Such behavior seemed as if he had some kind of hatred towards France, and instantly formed a very sharp contrast with other people.

And speaking of which—

From the moment he appeared, Ian always felt that he was surrounded by an indescribable sense of disharmony.

The more the man thought about it, the weirder it became.

"What's wrong with you again?" Atalanta's worried voice sounded in the man's ears.

"If you have any questions, can you tell me directly?"

"Otherwise...I'd be really worried!"

"..."

Knowing that Atalanta has become a thoroughly trained pet.

Ian thought about it and decided to reveal a little bit of the situation to her.

"It's not like there's anything wrong with that."

"I just felt that something was wrong with him."

"Something's not right?" There was a hint of doubt in the cat girl's tone.

"What do you mean something's not quite right?"

"It's hard to explain right now." Ian frowned slightly, "I just have this feeling."

"..."

I had wanted to please Ian and get his praise.

Hearing this, Atalanta immediately wanted to help.

A bold idea came into her mind.

The cat girl stammered and said:

"That--"

"If that's the case..."

"Do you want……"

"How about asking the Master when the three of us are doing it tonight?"

235. Perfect Combat Method/Black Jeanne's Marriage Plan/Strange Jill (4k)

"..."

Ian had never expected Atalanta to take the initiative to make such a suggestion.

After all, this means that she has to "waste" part of the limited time she has available to her.

Thinking of this, Ian found himself hesitating.

This hesitation was also noticed by the cat girl.

While Jeanne d'Arc was still examining the Servant she summoned, she spoke again:

"What's wrong? What are you hesitating about?"

"You think this isn't the right way..."

Looking at the cat girl's cautious look, Ian realized that this unlikely suggestion was actually the result of her courage.

"No."

"Since you said so, let's do as you say."

"But... maybe I'll have to put you in a bit of a quandary then."

"I know." Atalanta nodded with a slight blush.

"But if I can help you, I don't mind."

"..."

Ian felt a little complicated when listening to the cat girl's words.

At the same time, Black Jeanne also learned about her Servant.

In full view of everyone, she ran to Ian and took his arm.

"That looks—"

"I can also invite you to be witnesses at Ian and I's wedding."

"..."

"..."

When Black Jeanne said this, the servants looked at each other in bewilderment.

They could never have imagined that after they appeared in France, they would be asked by their Master to serve as witnesses at the wedding, right?

but--

Not everyone is confused by this.

When Gilles de Rais heard that Joan of Arc was going to marry Ian, he burst into tears on the spot.

He was tall and he kept nodding his head while wiping his tears.

"Okay! It's really great!"

"If the Master is willing to get married... that would be great!"

"In this way, we have achieved a goal!"

As Ian listened to Gilles de Ray's words, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger.

He could sense that this Caster (magician) was very loyal to Black Jeanne.

But this kind of loyalty seems to be mixed with something else.

"It seems that no one has any objection——!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who instantly entered the girlfriend state, looked up at the man beside her.

"That--"