The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Even Ian felt a little distressed by these overly sensible words.

Nightingale couldn't say much, but just touched the little girl's head silently.

"If this happens again, please tell me."

"Well...I see."

"Then it seems that we really need to solve this problem." Ian said very seriously.

"solve this problem?"

Nightingale looked at him on the other side of the bed.

"Can you still handle this kind of thing?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded.

"Nightingale, to be honest—"

"I'm a professional when it comes to catching ghosts."

572. The Twin Devils of Mount Oe/The Past of Florence Nightingale and Jeanne d'Arc (4k)

"..."

Nightingale looked at Ian, who was sitting on the other side of the bed.

In those red eyes, as bright as roses, there was confusion about the man's words.

"Are you...serious?"

"You even know this?"

"You can't really say that, right?" Ian met Nightingale's gaze. "It's more of a survival skill."

This is not a joke for men.

The reason he was able to live well in Heian-kyo was thanks to his ability to exorcise and catch ghosts.

Now that I think about it, it is really unexpected that it can be used in another place.

"Survival skills..."

Instead of becoming more relaxed, Nightingale's expression became more confused.

"Is there really anyone who uses this skill as a survival skill?"

"Then isn't the so-called Chaldea a place where a group of exorcists gather?"

"...In a sense, you're right, Nightingale." The man didn't deny her words. "A more accurate description would be a master of summoning ghosts."

"Oh my God...what kind of organization is this?"

"It doesn't matter, Nightingale," Ian replied with a smile. "As long as I can help the child, that's enough, isn't it?"

"..."

Nightingale glanced at the little girl on the bed, then at Ian on the other side of the bed.

Finally, she nodded.

"You're right—as long as the result can be achieved, the process and other things are relatively unimportant."

"It's so kind of you to understand me."

Ever since——

Under the "commission" of the little girl, Ian and Nightingale began to plan this ghost-catching operation.

To be fair, this is not an easy task.

Fortunately, Ian has managed his memory to a terrifying degree.

Even the memories from the Heian-kyo period were remembered clearly.

Use "memory projection" to draw the relevant spells, and then inject your own magic power into them. In this way, you can get something that is enough to make the so-called ghosts surrender.

Although it is not 100% possible to "capture", for the vast majority of "souls", this is already an insurmountable existence.

Not to mention that Ian himself has the ability to contact souls and perceive non-human things.

everything's ready.

Ian and Nightingale hid in the dark and silently observed the little girl's room.

Their ideal situation would be to complete this "ghost hunting operation" without disturbing her.

but--

As the little girl said, the two ghosts that are about the same height as door handles and look like children do not appear every night.

Ian was prepared to come up empty-handed tonight.

But he secretly made up his mind.

If it doesn’t work today, then tomorrow.

If not tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow.

The child that Nightingale cared about must be protected.

But having said that, waiting always tends to bring silence.

This feeling is especially strong when lurking in the dark.

Ian realized that he would probably fall asleep on the spot if he continued like this, so he wanted to find some topics to talk to Nightingale about to ease their sleepiness.

only--

He soon realized that he and Nightingale had nothing to talk about.

At least for now.

But what the man didn't expect was that while he was thinking about how to start, Nightingale spoke first.

"Such a perfect time—are we really not going to chat?"

"In name, you are already my partner, right?"

"..."

Ian had never expected Nightingale to be so proactive.

But he is not a weakling who is alone.

Facing Nightingale's invitation, he quickly nodded and said:

"Speaking of -"

"I still don't know whether you are a Servant or something else..."

"Servant?" Nightingale looked at him on the other side. In the darkness, she could only see a rough outline.

"what is that?"

"..."

Ian felt that the Nightingale in front of him seemed to have a serious lack of knowledge about magic.

After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Well...some very famous people were summoned again in some special capacity after their death."

"Although I don't quite understand." Nightingale responded to Ian positively, "Then I should be a Servant, right?"

"after all--"

"I feel like this isn't the era I live in. I should have died by now."

"..."

"Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have answered your question about Servants like that." Ian apologized, realizing that he might have said something wrong.

"it's nothing."

"Everyone is destined to die—if you can't accept that, you won't appreciate the importance of life."

"Ian Pendragon." Nightingale called the man's name directly, but without any malice.

"I feel like you've experienced death many times."

"My hunch, is it correct?"

"..."

Although it was just their first meeting, Nightingale directly pointed out the man's past.

After thinking for a moment, Ian decided to show his sincerity.

"Yes, you're right."

"I... have indeed experienced death many times."

"It is true." Nightingale's expression was still extremely calm, as if she was just receiving the most ordinary words.

"If I'm not mistaken—"

"Your companions should have received some kind of redemption from your efforts, right?"

"Nightingale, you...what do you mean by this?"

"No, I just remembered my past." Nightingale's tone became more relaxed, "Because human efforts are never meaningless."

"Every action taken will inevitably bring corresponding results."

"Since the price you paid was death... then there must be a reward for this death."

"..."

Ian smiled.

"Nightingale, are you trying to comfort me?"

"You could say yes, and you could say no," the nurse responded to Ian. "After all, I'm a believer in this belief myself, so I can say this."

"Then may I ask, from whom did you get this creed?"

"They are twin sisters."

Nightingale pursed her chin and began to think seriously.

"They said they wanted to find an oracle from God so they could find their brother."

"Ok?"

Ian suddenly felt that there was something wrong with what Nightingale said.

A twin sister in the UK, still looking for her brother?

With the mentality of giving it a try, the man asked another question.

"If it's about finding my brother..."

"Then their name is not Jeanne d'Arc, is it?"

"How did you know?" Nightingale looked at Ian in surprise. That was the reaction she had never had when he told her that he had been dying.

"That's exactly what they're called."

"Oh, to be precise, it should be the elder sister who is called this name. The younger sister seems reluctant to reveal her identity like this."

"..."

"It can't be such a coincidence..." Ian couldn't believe what he heard.

"what happened?"

Nightingale's tone was mixed with a hint of confusion.

"Jeanne d'Arc or something... Is there a problem?"

"..."

Just as Ian was about to explain something to Nightingale, a flow of magical power suddenly appeared nearby.

Something is coming!