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She bowed deeply to Gilles de Rais and began to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Caster (magician), it's my problem."

"I thought if I told Saber (the swordsman) the route, he would know how to get to the Master."

"Now it seems that this is not the case...I should have gone with him."

Atalanta cleverly connected her words with what she had just said in front of her followers.

This way, even if Gilles de Ray really asks other Servants, he will get consistent answers.

but--

The tall man seemed to have no intention of doing so.

"..."

After a moment's silence, Gilles de Ray nodded.

"I understand."

"Then please go out with him now."

Atalanta breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

"it is good!"

She looked at Ian, winked, and then continued to speak in a pretentious manner.

"That--"

"let's go!"

She knew very well that in the eyes of other servants, Ian was already Black Jeanne's husband.

So even though she really wanted to take this opportunity to hold his hand, Atalanta finally held back.

however--

Something unexpected happened at this moment.

Ian did not walk down the steps laid by Atalanta, but turned back and questioned Gilles de Ray.

He looked at the magic book made of human skin on the table and spoke very seriously.

"What on earth is this? Why do you... have such a grimoire?"

"..."

Atalanta's tail stood up when she heard this.

Her purpose of coming here was to "protect" Ian.

But instead of accepting this kindness, the other party plunged into it again.

You have to know that this was done by breaking into the room without Gilles de Rais's knowledge.

How dare he question the other party?

What the cat girl didn't know was that Ian already had completely different ideas at this moment.

He is not a true Servant, but a "person" with past memories.

and so--

The origin of Gilles de Rais's human-skin magic book, which exudes traces of François Pleurati's magic, must be clarified.

Even if you have to pay a corresponding price for it!

Otherwise, the singularity here may never be repaired.

"..."

Gilles de Ray was stunned when he heard Ian's words.

He probably didn't expect that someone could break into someone else's room and then question the owner of the room so confidently.

but--

This tall man is not the type who would lose his composure immediately if questioned by others.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Why are you asking such a thing?"

"Does it... mean anything to you?"

"Of course."

Ian answered without hesitation.

"The magic power in this room... no longer belongs to our Master, right?"

"you--"

"Aren't you going to explain this?"

"..."

After hearing this, Atalanta suddenly realized that the concentration of magic in this room was indeed so high that it made people feel a little suffocated.

I was so focused on saving Ian that I didn't pay any attention to the situation around me.

This is also a question that turns the tables - it rationalizes the reason why Ian came here!

"..."

Gilles de Ray frowned slightly, looking as if he was stumped by Ian's question.

but--

Just as Ian was about to question this further, he heard something unexpected.

Gilles de Ray looked at Ian and Atalanta and asked:

"Do you guys really want to know what's going on?"

"..."

The person who would be surprised would be Ian.

He originally thought that he would have to continue to raise the stakes in order to get Gilles de Ray to confess the origin of the human-skin magic book.

But what was unexpected was that this tall man would actually take the initiative to speak at this time.

but--

This is better.

Since the other party is willing to confess the matter, I can save myself a lot of effort.

"Atalanta."

Ian instructed the little cat girl beside him.

"Go and close the door."

Although I feel that things are developing in a direction that I never expected.

But Atalanta, who trusted Ian immensely, nodded.

"……it is good."

There was a snap.

The door is closed.

Ian looked at Gilles de Ray in front of him and said with a serious expression:

"Okay, you can say it."

"I really want to know what you are going to confess."

Gilles de Ray did not react too radically to Ian's words.

On the contrary, he didn't seem nervous at all, and even seemed to want to "show off" his great achievements.

Gilles de Rey came to the table and picked up the human-skin magic book.

His eyes became confused in an instant.

"First... let me answer your first question."

"The reason why this room has such a strong magical power is entirely because of it."

No surprise answer.

Ian, who had already sensed traces of François Pleurati's magic, did not think this was useful information.

He then asked:

"so--"

"How did you get this magic book?"

"stop."

Gilles de Ray turned his head and shook his fingers slightly, interrupting Ian.

"Your statement is incorrect."

"wrong?"

“Yes.” Gilles de Ray nodded.

"it--"

"It's not just some simple spellbook."

"It is the greatest textbook in the world—the Luoyan City textbook!"

"..."

Ian and Atalanta fell silent at the same time.

Obviously.

Although the reasons for silence may not be exactly the same.

But at this moment both of them realized one thing.

That is, the human-skin magic book in Gil de Ray's hand, which he himself calls the textbook of the city of Loyan, definitely has extremely special value.

otherwise--

It is impossible to release so much magic power.

However, Gilles de Rey paid no attention to the feelings of the two people in front of him, and continued to speak in an extremely enthusiastic manner.

"I ask you——"

"Is our Master a living person?"

Ian and Atalanta looked at each other, and neither of them answered Gilles de Ray's question immediately.

This seemed to make him a little unhappy.

He was seen tightly holding the Luoyan City textbook in his hand and shouting hysterically.

"answer me!"

"Is our Master really a living person?!"

"..."

Although it seems that Gilles de Rais is a little crazy.

But in order to obtain more information, Ian could only "comply" with his meaning temporarily.

"Of course it counts."

"She... is the real deal."