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"What's the problem?" Black Jeanne looked at Ian.

"that is--"

"Gil is your first Servant, right? Then under what circumstances did you summon him?"

This guy is so weird, we have to figure him out.

"You ask this?" Black Jeanne pursed her chin and recalled seriously.

"I don't know about that."

"Why don't you know?"

"Because he has been here since I can remember!"

"what?!"

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"..."

Ian confirmed that he had just heard a very informative statement.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again.

"Is what you said true?"

"Gil... existed before you showed up?"

"Yes." Black Jeanne looked at the man who asked the question, "Didn't I mention this to you once before?"

"Caster (magician) gave me the Holy Grail as a gift... and then became my Servant."

"..."

After hearing this, Ian suddenly came to his senses - he found that he seemed to have misunderstood what Black Jeanne had said before.

She did mention that Caster (the magician) gave her the Holy Grail as a gift.

but--

This sentence does not mean that Gilles de Rais, as a servant, found the Holy Grail for Joan of Arc, who she now holds.

Rather, it means that he offered the Holy Grail when Black Jeanne was born!

In other words, the first person to possess the Holy Grail might not be Jeanne d'Arc, but Gilles de Rais, the Caster (magician).

The so-called "summoning" may actually come from some of his ideas!

etc--!

In this case, Gilles de Rais is not actually a Heroic Servant from another era, but a real human who existed during the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

Is this why I felt so strange when I saw him?

No.

There may not be just one reason.

The truly abrupt reason is that he is a human of this era, but he possesses magical powers that are on par with Servants from different time periods.

Given his familiarity with Orleans, it is possible that he even restored the city alone.

How could this be?

Where on earth does this level of magic power come from?

Is it because of the magician's family heritage?

That shouldn’t be quite right.

No matter how it is passed down, this kind of magic reserve is definitely not something that normal people can obtain.

If you think about it this way——

He must have acquired some kind of magical reserve sufficient to support the release of such a spell.

What would it be?

Ian fell into deep thought.

"Hey!" Black Joan of Arc's voice sounded in Ian's ears with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Why did you suddenly lose focus while talking?!"

"...Nothing." Ian came back to his senses and smiled.

"Just thinking of some insignificant things."

"..."

The Dragon Witch frowned slightly, but did not investigate further.

Because she has something more important to care about at this moment.

Black Jeanne d'Arc reached out her hand and gently lifted the quilt covering the two of them.

Looking at the scene inside, she said curiously:

"I say... is your Noble Phantasm edible?"

"Ah? Why... do you think so?"

"Because you see Atalanta is always tasting it, isn't she?"

Black Jeanne looked at the man beside her, her eyes filled with a desire for knowledge.

"Isn't it because it tastes so good that you've been tasting it for so long?"

"..."

Ian didn't know how to answer the Dragon Witch's question for a moment - this could no longer be described by the word "lack of knowledge".

She probably didn't even realize what she was asking.

"Um..." Ian touched Atalanta's head, thinking about how to answer Black Joan of Arc so that she would understand a little better.

Soon, he had an explanation.

"This is actually her understanding of the Noble Phantasm."

"Just like you like to use your Noble Phantasms for that kind of thing... The choices you two make are essentially just different ways of using them."

"I see."

Black Jeanne did not delve into this matter - it seemed that she did not mind Atalanta developing new uses for the Noble Phantasm.

The Dragon Witch moved closer to the man, no longer displaying her usual violent demeanor.

"Speaking of which-"

"We're getting married tomorrow."

"But I'm happy now...it's really strange."

As Black Joan of Arc said this, Ian felt Atalanta suddenly take a deep breath.

On the surface, the cat girl seems to not mind at all, but in fact, she cares about this kind of thing more than anyone else.

However, Ian had no way of responding to her directly, so he could only let her vent her anger.

"Really? That would be great."

“It means you feel this is what you should do.”

“I see—~” Black Jeanne looked as if she had suddenly realized something.

She leaned on his arm and acted like a little girlfriend.

“I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.”

"……Um."

The indulgent cooking party is finally over.

Ian hugged the puff girls he made on both sides and fell asleep with a little uneasiness.

sunrise.

Atalanta had wisely left early.

Black Jeanne d'Arc was still sleeping soundly - with a smile on her face, she seemed to have had some indescribable dream.

Feeling a little depressed, Ian quietly got up from the bed and walked towards the top floor of the castle.

He was going to be alone for a while.

However, what the man didn't expect was that -

I actually saw Lancelot who also came here at this time.

Ian always felt that meeting him was not a good thing, so he prepared to leave quietly.

But Lancelot spoke at this time:

"Wouldn't it be bad to leave as soon as you see me?"

"At least...can you talk to me for a few words?"

"..."

no solution anymore.

Now that Lancelot had said this, Ian knew he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard anything.

He came to the side of the Knight of the Round Table.

"Good morning, Lancelot."

"Are you here to watch the sunrise?"

"Yes." Lancelot looked at the sun which had just risen from the horizon.

"After all, this is also French territory, right?"

"But I didn't expect the sun to still be so dazzling after so long."

“Everything seems to have changed, and yet nothing seems to have changed.”

"..."

To be fair, in Ian's memory, his contact with Lancelot seemed to be limited to the battle he fought as the "Shadow of the Knight King".

But even so, the knight from the coast's willingness to accept defeat left a deep impression on him.

This is a very well-behaved knight, and he also has considerable strength.

"really.."

Ian's eyes also looked towards where the sun was.

"But even so, it's still there, isn't it?"

"..."

"Right."

Lancelot looked at Ian beside him.

"Speaking of which-"

"Are you really going to marry that Master?"

"...Yes." Ian nodded, "This is her order."

"What about Altria?"

"..."

Lancelot's sudden change of subject made Ian stunned for a moment.

He looked at the knight in front of him and realized that the other party must have noticed something.

"Lancelot, what do you mean?"

"nothing."