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"Of course it's excellent." Ian coughed a few times, "It's all overflowing, right?"

"Yeah?!"

Black Jeanne seemed very happy to hear the man's affirmative answer.

It seems that for her at this moment, being able to achieve even a little success in anything is something worth showing off.

Seeing her reaction, Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

but--

Before he could even congratulate himself for a few minutes.

Black Jeanne, who was very happy the previous second, frowned the next moment as if she had thought of something bad.

"Wait a moment!"

"I thought you said—"

"You are very familiar with that Saint Lady, right?"

Ian became cautious after noticing the murderous aura emanating from Black Jeanne d'Arc.

"……Well enough."

"That--"

This time, Black Jeanne sat directly on the innermost part of Ian's thigh.

She grabbed the man in front of her by the shoulders, and a blazing red flame seemed to appear in her golden eyes.

"Have you...ever tested her?"

"..."

Hit by accident.

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who had no idea of ​​the situation, asked about an extremely sensitive point.

Although you can get away with it by telling a little lie.

But at this moment, Ian didn't really want to do this - because he always felt like he was letting his sister Joan down.

After thinking it over, the man answered:

"Well... there was indeed an assessment."

"What about her outcome?!" Black Joan of Arc grabbed Ian's collar excitedly.

"……excellent."

"what?!"

Black Jeanne showed an extremely unhappy expression, and her grip became more forceful.

"I didn't even beat her?"

"Are you reviewing it carefully?!!!"

Although Black Jeanne was unhappy, Ian did not change his statement.

"It is precisely because of the careful review that we get this result - you and she focus on completely different things."

“You like that kind of sonorous process.”

"She's better at taking the long-term approach."

"I don't think there's a high or low between the two - I like both."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne bit her lip and looked unwilling to accept such a vague statement.

"You are obviously my Servant...you should please me."

"But you don't want your servant to lie to you, right?" Ian responded calmly.

"Besides, this doesn't mean you lose, does it?"

"Eh?!"

After being reminded of Ian's words, Black Jeanne suddenly realized something.

"If that's the case—"

"Anyway, as long as you enter, it's considered an assessment, so it can be done many times, right?"

The man found that his previous remarks did not seem to change Black Jeanne's mind.

She seemed to understand it in a different way.

But at this moment, I can only speak according to her thoughts.

"…It's not impossible for you to understand it this way."

"That--"

Black Jeanne d'Arc's eyes quickly moved downwards.

She licked her lips.

"I want my test results to be better than that saint's!"

"Help me!"

As she spoke, the girl stretched out her hand directly towards the examination site.

Ian quickly stopped her.

"I have no objection to you improving your assessment results."

"but--"

"Before that, can you let me see the Holy Grail?"

"Take a look at the Holy Grail?!"

"Yes."

Ian reached out and took it, then gently touched Black Jeanne's head - he already knew that she didn't mind this kind of action.

"I want to see what could summon you so handsomely."

The man has completely mastered how to use Black Jeanne d'Arc.

His words hit her right in the strike zone.

"Row!"

"I just happened to be planning on having you go see the other Servants as well - I want them to know that a very special person has now joined us!"

The girl whistled.

The evil dragon carried the two people and flew up from the cold ground, and flew towards the distance under the light of the night moon.

Let’s go back to an earlier time.

In a forest several hundred miles away from the village of Dongremi, which had not yet caught fire.

"My head hurts so much..."

Having said this, Mordred, who was lying on the ground, covered his head and suddenly opened his eyes.

But the first figure that caught her eyes surprised her a little.

Because that was not the ordinary father and Master Ian.

But -

Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Eh? You're awake~"

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mordred wake up.

"This is really great."

To be fair, because Ritsuka Fujimaru had previously taught him how to use a mobile phone in the ward, Mordred had a very good impression of her.

So even though she was now replacing her father who was supposed to be there, Mordred was not too angry.

But things are not that simple.

Mordred looked around and soon realized a problem.

"Ritsuka...why are you the only one here?"

"Father... Where is the Master? Where is Mashu?"

"I don't know." Ritsuka Fujimaru shrugged and forced out a helpless smile.

"Because I just woke up not long ago."

"What--?!"

Mordred soon realized that the four had become separated after the teleportation.

"So there's no way to contact them?"

"Ah."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded awkwardly.

She shook the small device used to communicate with Chaldea.

A burst of noise came from inside.

"Communications... seem to be blocked."

"how come……"

Mordred had never expected the situation to turn out like this.

She didn't understand anything about technology in the first place, and now she was extremely anxious.

“This is too unreliable!”

But before she could complain any more, a sharp scream came from the sky.

Mordred and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked towards the direction where the sound came from at the same time.

I saw a dark evil dragon soaring in the sky.

Soon, it spotted two people on the ground looking at it.

"Uhhh-!!!"

The evil dragon roared, then swooped down towards the two people on the ground, intending to kill them right there.

however--

Mordred is no ordinary man.

She remembered what her father had once told her - that Fujimaru Ritsuka was someone who needed to be protected.

“Clarent—!”

The girl tightly grasped her treasure - the pure silver sword, rushed towards the swooping dragon, and then delivered a powerful blow.

That was an attack method that was infinitely similar to the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur).

The evil dragon's body was pierced in an instant and then fell to the ground.

"Oh, I thought you had some skills!"

Mordred, who had achieved victory, did not expect that there was more than one evil dragon.

While she was concentrating on destroying the evil dragon in front of her, the attack from the other side was approaching Fujimaru Ritsuka.

That was another evil dragon.

"Ah——!" The orange-haired girl screamed.

"Ritsuka!"

It was too late for Mordred to rescue.

At the critical moment, a cloaked figure flashed by.

The evil dragon that attempted to harm Fujimaru Ritsuka was cut in half in an instant.