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Then, her expression showed a little more joy of seeing people with similar interests.

“It is you, Gilles de Rais.”

Gilles de Rais?

Ian quickly "searched" for things related to this name in his mind.

But in the end——

He only confirmed one thing.

That is, no matter in the past when I lived in France or in my real experience, I had never heard this name once.

Although he did not rule out the possibility that it was due to his own ignorance, Ian always felt that something was not right.

He could feel that the Caster (magician) in front of him brought him a subtle sense of disharmony, but for a moment he couldn't figure out why this was happening.

"Yes, Master." The Caster (magician) known as Gilles de Rais responded to Black Jeanne respectfully.

"I feel like you need my help."

"so--"

"I came to your side as soon as possible."

"But this one is..."

Gilles de Ray looked at Ian standing aside.

It was the first time Ian had met him.

Of course, he was also meeting Ian for the first time.

But before Ian could say anything, Black Joan of Arc took the initiative to introduce him like an old married couple.

"If you ask that—"

"His name is Ian, and he is the Servant who has made a contract with me."

"..."

Gilles de Ray's expression became a little strange for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

He seemed to have discovered something, but didn't say it.

no solution anymore.

Ian could only temporarily disguise himself as a Servant according to Black Jeanne's words - after all, he could do such a thing.

——Memory projection ability activated——

The Sword of Victory (Excalibur Gallatin) appeared in his hand.

“So it’s Saber (swordsman)?” Gilles de Rey nodded meaningfully.

"Welcome to the Master's service."

Having said this, Gilles de Ray extended his hand toward Ian.

Although I always feel that the Caster (magician) in front of me is quite strange in various senses.

But in order to prevent the situation from becoming too awkward, Ian still held his hand.

And at this time——

Black Jeanne d'Arc looked at the summoning circle in front of her that she had drawn alone and wiped her forehead.

"Ah--"

“I’m really talented in this area.”

"It's time to let those weaklings know what they are facing."

The Dragon Witch held the Holy Grail and began to mutter certain words.

In just a moment, Ian felt the extremely powerful surge of magic.

I saw a blue light flashing in the summoning circle, and then it gathered into human shapes.

The first person to come out was a knight holding a fancy sword.

"Wow--"

“I didn’t expect to be able to come to France three hundred years ago.”

The knight looked at the surrounding scenery, then took off his hat and saluted Black Jeanne.

"Master, Saber (Swordsman) Dion de Beaumont expresses his highest gratitude to you as the Knight of the White Lily."

Knight Dion had just finished introducing himself when another voice came from the summoning circle.

That was the second Servant to appear here.

“So this is France.”

"Heh... Compared to my country, it's even worse."

A mature man in a black cloak said so.

"but--"

The man sniffed slightly.

"Although it looks completely different, there's still the smell of blood here."

"Master——"

"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!"