The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"If I could be so seduced, it would be a bit exaggerated."

"It's not that exaggerated actually."

The first Hassan said this, and then revealed a fact that Ian didn't know.

"Our tranquility possesses an extremely high level of 'charm'. It is truly rare for someone like you to be able to maintain your consciousness and not be bewitched by it."

"Of course, this may also be related to the fact that she has only seen you - after all, ordinary people cannot experience the tranquility of us. However, I still believe that the you she has chosen must be a good match."

"..."

"You seem to trust me unexpectedly, old man," Ian said, looking at the first generation Hassan, who must be quite old. "I'm a little flattered."

"Hahaha--"

The first Hassan laughed.

"That's probably because our Jing Ning is the first person we've met who isn't afraid of poison. I'm really happy for her."

"Well, are you willing to help?"

"It's okay if you don't take action. We are not the kind of people who force others. But I'm afraid Sayaka will wake up later."

"..."

"Old man, you've said this..." Ian sighed softly, "How can I pretend that I didn't see anything?"

"Please allow me to make due contributions to the people of the mountain."

"..."

"Your words are truly comforting." The First Hassan drew his greatsword and looked at the man before him. "However, since this is a matter concerning tranquility, we must remain somewhat dignified."

"Ian Pendragon, that's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then please come here again in the evening."

"it is good."

Time passed quickly, and as agreed, when the full moon came, the man appeared outside the tent.

I have to say, this atmosphere is really weird.

The moon sat quietly in the pitch-black sky, and the yellow sand was covered by the white light of glass, becoming like wedding gauze.

Whenever the cold wind blows, the yellow sand will rise up like fluttering silk.

"You're very punctual." The First Hassan looked at Ian, who had arrived almost on time, and nodded approvingly. "We mountain people love people who are punctual and keep their promises the most."

"It's really a pleasure to be praised by you like this."

Ian answered respectfully.

"Well, old man—"

"According to our agreement, can I go in now?"

"of course."

The first generation Hassan waved his hand, and the Hassans who were originally guarding outside the tent left one after another.

He also made way for Ian - that was the "direct route" to where Sayaka was.

"So--"

"Please behave well and don't let Sayaka down."

"Yeah." The man nodded, "I know."

The atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

Ian realized that these "mountain people" organized by Hassan's group actually had a life similar to that of ordinary people, but for various reasons, they became as cruel and ruthless as the legend said.

Just like the first generation Hassan, if it weren't for the terrifying aura emanating from his body, no one would have thought that he, who spoke so generously, would be the boss of the Hassan group, right?

So--

You have to show a little bit of your ability.

With this thought in mind, Ian lifted the curtain of the tent and walked towards where Sayaka was.

only--

When the man saw the scene inside the tent, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Because this is a completely different scene from what I have seen before.

I saw that the tent, which was originally extremely simple and only used for living, had a large pile of sheepskin mats moved in at some point and they were neatly placed in the space at night.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large.

But with these sheepskins, Ian found that it was extremely warm inside.

In addition, the tent, which originally had no lighting tools, had a few oil lamps at some point. Burning animal fats, they provided the room with just the right amount of light without being too conspicuous.

Ian even smelled the scent of flowers - probably provided by the Hassans.

How can this be considered simple salvation?

How is this any different from your wedding night?!

but……

It seems pretty good.

The man looked at Sayaka lying quietly on the wool mat, and his eyes couldn't help but show a bit of heartache.

She shouldn't be like this, and she shouldn't be like this.

Although the assassination was indeed a very reckless act, it was also a reaction to the eagerness to avenge his people - if it were me, I might not be much more rational than her.

Besides...

Facing such a crazy Tristan, Sayaka, the Assassin, who was obviously at a complete disadvantage in a frontal battle, dared to rush forward like this.

A lot of effort?

and so……

Even though there might be some suspicion of not-so-good behavior, Ian decided to bring a special experience to her on this special night.

After roughly memorizing Sayaka's location, Ian took a deep breath, then looked at a corner of the room with a frown.

However, he did not leave, but gently blew out the lamp burning with grease.

Without the need for light, just the slightest light from the moon, Ian was able to find Sayaka's location.

The harsh living conditions of the mountain people were once again placed before the man.

Sayaka is very thin.

Not just thin.

Ian, who has come into contact with countless people and witnessed countless lives, understands that this is not a girl who maintains a good figure for the sake of beauty, but more of a "root cause" that she has to develop out of helplessness.

Although she has already reached the rank of Assassin, this sense of déjà vu still makes the man worry about what Sayaka's life was like in the past.

The Hassan Order might be her salvation.

Because she is an Assassin, Sayaka's defenses are not very strong, even pitifully small.

After all, the breath blocking is only aimed at the Assassin himself, not those external things.

Too much burden will make their actions difficult.

But this is a very suitable time.

At least it's less troublesome.

After gently tidying up everything, Ian once again unfolded the slightly rolled up sheepskin mat, and then with an apology of "Sorry, Sayaka", he began tonight's action.

The first Hassan's advice was correct.

Sayaka's whole body is full of poison. Even everything she touches accidentally may turn into an extremely terrible poison in an instant.

This is a feature that distinguishes it from other Hassans - their daggers must be coated with poison in advance, but Sayaka's can be transformed simply by holding it.

It can be said that Sayaka herself is the living embodiment of the concept of "poison".

therefore--

Ian was very careful in the process of rescuing Sayaka.

Although he was not afraid of poison, he did not want the wool mats carefully prepared by Hassan and others to be corroded by Sayaka's poison.

It must be watertight.

However, once he had this thought, Ian found that things suddenly became a lot more difficult.

It is not as simple as imagined, at least it is much more difficult to do in practice than imagined.

Even though the man was extremely careful, Sayaka's poison still managed to get some of the wool mat.

Looking at the charred wool, Ian realized that what the first generation Hassan had said before was no joke - attacking Sayaka might very well be a person's last act in this world.

No wonder Sayaka was so happy and excited when she saw that she was not afraid of the poison at all.

This is like a composer meeting his partner who fully understands the meaning of his changes in pitch. How can he not be happy?

Thinking of this, Ian became more cautious.

The moonlight shining through the tent onto the two people illuminated a magnificent picture - the girl was sleeping in the man's arms, beautiful and desirable.

The night was deeper.

But the man has no time to rest.

Everything that happened before was just preparation to rescue Sayaka, not even an appetizer.

Next——

This is the real beginning.

only……

At a moment when everything was quiet and only the man's breathing echoed, a few unexpected low words floated in this not-so-large space.

"Sayaka——"

"Don't pretend, I know you've been awake for a long time, right?"

"Be honest, okay?" The man held Sayaka's hand. "Everything that happened just now should let you know that I'm not kidding."

"Eh……"

Sayaka opened her eyes suddenly.

It was a curious yet embarrassed look.

"Master Ian...how did you know?"

"I knew it the moment I walked in," the man said helplessly. "How could someone sleep right in the middle, facing the door, for no reason?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you and the old man had already colluded during our previous conversation, right?"

"No, it's nothing!"

Sayaka quickly denied it.

"I did faint at first - but... after staying in Lord Ian's arms for a while, I recovered."

"But..." The assassin girl lowered her head and played with her fingers, "If I had woken up at that time, Lord Ian would not have come to me alone like now, right?"

"..."

"Lord Ian—I know I was wrong. I'm sorry." Sayaka said rather remorsefully, "If Lord Ian doesn't think this is okay, you can leave now."

"I will take the initiative to explain clearly to Master Shodai what happened tonight."

"I'm really sorry!"

"Great."

Just when the girl was feeling uneasy, she suddenly heard these words.

The man... is feeling lucky?