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She stopped at a position very close to the boy, then stood on tiptoe and moved in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"..."

"Pierre d'Arc."

The journey over the past few days has proved one thing to Ian - that there is no need to hide his and his sister's names.

The hope from the Lord has not completely spread to every corner of this land.

The French people, living under heavy pressure from the English, don't care at all what the names of the people who come to the village are.

Rather than this, they wanted to know whether there was enough food at home to make bread.

"So his name is Pierre Dark~"

The purple-haired girl muttered the name the boy told her.

"What a nice name."

"My name is François Pleurati." She introduced herself without hesitation. "You can call me Pleurati."

"Well...I'll just call you Pierre."

"..."

To be fair, Ian doesn't care what girls other than his sister are called.

He was even more disgusted with Pulelati's familiar behavior at this moment.

But because he was a outsider, he couldn't get angry on the spot.

"I see."

"Pulerati, your name is very elegant."

"But if there's nothing else, I have to go back first. We can talk next time."

It was such an obvious excuse, but the purple-haired girl seemed to not understand it at all.

"Who said it's okay-?!"

"I finally met someone I don't know today, so I have to have a drink with him."

"..."

"Silence means agreement." Pulelati clapped his hands.

"Okay, I decided happily!"

[You were pulled to the bar by Pulelati.]

[She very readily paid two gold coins, ordered two glasses of wine, and pushed one of them in front of you.]

[The whole process was smooth and there was no chance for you to interrupt.]

[For the first time in your life, you feel your scalp tingling.]

【But Pulelati didn't take it seriously at all. 】

"Where are you from?"

Plerati took a sip of his wine and asked a direct question.

"Northerners." Ian gave a vague answer.

"north?"

The girl paused with her glass.

"Isn't that place controlled by the Burgundians? How did you get out of there?"

"I'm not coming out of there, I'm going back there."

"Oh~ That's it."

Plelatti looked Ian over.

"You don't look like an Englishman or a Burgundian... There's no need to go into such a dangerous place."

The girl's tone didn't sound like she was admonishing Ian, but rather like she was stating some set facts.

But for the teenager, this can be considered a friendly gesture.

His attitude was no longer as disgusted as before.

"Because I have to go back for some things...so I have to do it no matter how dangerous it is."

"I see." Plerati took another sip of wine.

She licked her lips and didn't seem to care at all about what Ian answered.

However, the boy did care about her a little.

[Of course you don't have any romantic feelings for Pulelati.]

[You have only just met for less than ten minutes. ]

[You are concerned about what the lady boss just said. ]

[The Pulelati in front of us might be a genuine magician. 】

[Although she looked a little abnormal, she also had no reserve that a girl should show.]

[But you think that since she is a magician, she might know something. ]

[Since it is unavoidable now, I might as well take advantage of this opportunity. Who knows, there might be some unexpected gains.]

[With this hope in mind, you took the initiative to chat with Pulelati again.]

"I heard from the boss lady that you are a magician?" Ian asked proactively.

"..."

The purple-haired girl glanced at the proprietress and frowned slightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.

But she still answered:

"Yes, I am indeed a magician."

The moment he heard this affirmative answer, Ian suddenly became interested.

"Then do you know that there is a legendary magician in England?"

"The rumored magician..." Plerati seemed to be a little interested.

"Yes." Ian nodded. "It is said that she claimed that she could bring victory to England in this war."

"I wonder which powerful magician could say such confident words."

"..."

"Cough cough."

Pulelati cleared his throat and sat up straighter than before.

"What's the point of asking such a question? You want to return to your hometown in the north instead of looking for that magician, right?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Actually, I am also a magician... I heard that there is such a great magician in England, so I naturally want to meet him."

As he said this, Ian gently conjured a ball of fire in his hand, and then made it disappear to prove that he was not talking nonsense.

of course.

This so-called meeting was naturally not Ian's real purpose.

He just wanted to get more information about the English magician, that's all.

But the boy's answer seemed to hit the mark just on Pulelati's mind.

She drank the wine in the glass, then turned around, licked her lips, and said with a little drunkenness:

"You are quite lucky, I happen to know a lot about her~"

"What do you want to know?"

Although Ian felt that Plerati's impatient tone was a little strange, he didn't care too much about it.

At this moment, he just wanted to get more information.

"Anything is fine. Please tell me more about her."

"Hey, in that case—"

Pulelati held his chin and pretended to be thinking seriously.

"Then do you want to know why she is so confident that she can bring victory to England?"

"think."

Ian answered directly.

Any information now is extremely important to him - it concerns Joan of Arc's future.

As for whether it is true or not, judge after listening.

"That's because she has a famous teacher~" Plerati shook his finger, with a little pride in his words.

"Master from a famous family?"

"That's right." Plerati crossed his arms across his chest, looking quite confident about the shock that this background might bring.

"Her master's master is Merlin from the British legend!"

The moment he heard the name, Ian felt his eyes turn red.

He seemed to feel some nameless anger deep in his bones.

But this anger did not last long and soon disappeared as if it had never appeared.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Ian followed Plerati's words and began to praise the magician named Merlin.

"Then he must be a very powerful magician... That's why he allows his apprentice's apprentice to have such confidence."

"You can say that." Plerati raised her hair.

"But if you ask me—"

"He's not the real great one."

Ian was shocked, but he tried to remain calm on the surface.

"Is there anyone more powerful than him?!"

"of course."

Having said this, Pulelati held his face with both hands, exhaled hot air slightly from his mouth, and seemed to be in a state of extreme obsession.

"My master's master was once chased by a man."

"Finally, I had no choice but to escape into a very tall tower."

"Imagine the scene with me... a powerful magician is constantly running away, and behind him is the person who is chasing him."

"The more embarrassed the person in front is, the more handsome the person behind is~"

Pulelati exhaled a breath of hot air, his tongue moving on his lips.

"He must be a pretty crazy person... I really want to find him, and then... hehehe."

As the purple-haired girl said this, a dark light flashed in her eyes.

A morbid atmosphere spread out from her, as if engulfing everything around her.

"That's awesome... I'm so excited to think that there are such crazy people in this world."

“This is a remarkable thing.”

"..."