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There was no time to explain further—I had to leave quickly.

"Anyway, we'll meet again soon."

Having said this, Ian called Fu Fu.

"I'll leave everything to you now."

During the whole process, the little thing kept staring at Ian.

“Fu… Fufu. (You…don’t plan on disappointing Mashu.)”

"Of course not."

Ian put Fu Fu in Mashu's hands.

He took one last look at Mashu who was standing there in a daze, then walked straight towards Black Jeanne d'Arc in the distance.

After watching the two people disappear from her sight, Mashu was finally sure that her boyfriend had really run away with the woman he had just met.

There was a clang.

The shield fell down.

Mash collapsed to the ground—her mind was blank.

At this moment, the small device used to contact Chaldea rang.

Olga Marie's voice came out of it.

"Hey! Mash?! Ian?!"

"Director...it's me." Mashu responded sadly with tears in her eyes.

"Senior, he and this era's Jeanne d'Arc are gone."

"what?"

Olga Marie's surprised voice came again.

"But I just got in touch with Ritsuka and the others - Jeanne is clearly on their side in this era."

"what?!"

Mashu suddenly understood why Ian left.

the other side.

Black Jeanne and Ian came to an open place.

"call out--!"

The Dragon Witch whistled.

I saw a dragon appear in the distance.

A strong air current swept past the two of them and reached the ground.

There was a gleam in Black Jeanne's eyes - she seemed to think that this scene was something worth showing off.

"Do you see it!"

"This is my real evil dragon. Every time it appears, it brings strong winds like this!"

"you--"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was thinking about showing off, turned her head away, but could not say anything.

She originally thought that he would be somewhat frightened and surprised when he saw the evil dragon fall to the ground.

But the reality is just the opposite.

Not only did the man not show any panic, but he seemed to be very calm.

It seemed as if everything at this moment was the most ordinary thing for him.

When the object of showing off doesn't care at all, showing off loses its meaning.

Realizing this, Black Jeanne d'Arc suddenly became deflated, and then spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"I say...are you not afraid of the evil dragon at all?"

"Fear?"

Ian looked at the evil dragon lying in front of him and frowned slightly.

To be fair, he really wasn't that scared.

After all, compared to the five giant dragons that appeared in Orleans in memory, the evil dragon summoned by Black Joan of Arc was too weak in every sense.

but--

The man knew that Black Jeanne cared a lot about such superficial things, so he answered directly.

"Of course I am afraid."

"You're lying!" Black Jeanne glared at him, "You clearly didn't react at all!"

"That's because I was too scared." Ian responded calmly, "So I don't even remember how to react."

"Really?" Black Jeanne looked suspicious.

"real."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Black Jeanne's expression suddenly changed from gloomy to bright, "I knew you wouldn't be afraid of such an evil dragon!"

"but--"

"I'm really not afraid!"

As she said this, she even waved the flag in her hand, as if she wanted to prove that she was not lying in this way.

"..."

Looking at Black Jeanne's childish behavior, Ian felt like laughing.

Because this scene was just like the Joan of Arc in his memory coming to him and acting coquettishly.

Those were days that made him miss them a little.

but--

Can't laugh.

She was not the Joan of Arc in his memory.

Ian was still sighing, but Jeanne d'Arc suddenly grabbed his hand, and then spoke in a rather excited tone;

"Hurry up and get on the dragon!"

"Ah? A dragon?"

"Yes!" Black Jeanne stared at Ian, "Why else do you think I called the evil dragon over?"

"..."

"What's that expression on your face? Are you unwilling to do this kind of thing?"

"Of course not," Ian replied.

"Then get on the dragon now!"

Feeling that Black Joan of Arc had an inexplicable obsession with this, Ian decided to follow her wishes.

The two of them went up the dragon one after another.

"Hold my waist tight..."

"If it falls down, it will become a paste."

"You don't need to tell me I can do it too."

"Hmph, I hope so."

After a brief exchange, the giant dragon summoned by Black Jeanne once again fanned out a fierce wind and flew into the sky.

High in the sky, Black Jeanne d'Arc skillfully controlled the evil dragon beneath her, her eyes full of confidence.

Ian hugged the girl's slender waist and stuck close to her back - although he looked quite cold, Black Jeanne didn't seem to mind this level of contact at all.

"How about it--!"

The Dragon Witch's voice sounded very excited.

"Isn't it great to be up in the sky? You can't feel this on the ground!"

Although this is not the first time I have experienced the feeling of flying high in the sky.

But realizing that Black Jeanne enjoyed the feeling of showing off, Ian did not intend to speak against her wishes.

"really."

The man pretended to look around at the sky with interest.

“It’s a really great feeling to be flying high in the sky.”

"Do you... usually spend your time like this?"

"That's about right~" Black Jeanne's tone was full of pride, "But I don't do this every day."

"It all depends on whether I'm happy that day or not."

"Really? Then you are really free."

"Of course." Black Jeanne's eyes sparkled with the light of day.

"If there is something I want to do... no one in this world can stop me!"

“That’s right——!”

Black Jeanne leaned back, raised her head, and looked at the man who was holding her waist.

"You haven't mentioned your name yet?"

"Now tell me quickly."

"Or I'll throw you down!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc is very impatient and wants to know the answer to any question immediately.

To this end, she would even resort to some threatening tactics.

But Ian didn't think the name was something that shouldn't be mentioned.

He quickly answered, "Ian Pendragon."

"Ian Pendragon?"

Black Jeanne repeated the name, her brows slightly tightened, and she looked a little confused.

"Why do I feel that this name sounds familiar?"

"Sound familiar?"

"Yeah." Black Jeanne nodded, "I feel like I've heard a very similar name somewhere."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ian asked back, "Are you talking about Altria Pendragon?"

"Yeah!"

Black Jeanne waved her fingers repeatedly, confirming what Ian had just said.

"It's Altria Pendragon! The legendary King Arthur!"

"..."

After hearing this, Ian became the one who fell into confusion.

What confused him was not that his name was linked to Black Jeanne d'Arc and Altria's real name.

He simply felt that she shouldn't know this name.

After all, the time when the name King Arthur existed is very far away from France today.

And since she was shouting "revenge on France", it is unlikely that she would take the initiative to spend time to understand such things.

And if you mention this——