A scene incredibly similar to the one in his memory.
Or rather, it should be said that it was a similar but not completely identical scene.
After all, his younger sister Jeanne in his memory had also made a similar request to him—it was just that she had taken half a year of consideration before making that decision back then.
But the Black Jeanne in front of him now not only lacked that long period of consideration, but her tone was also filled with an impatient eagerness.
As if she wanted to do such a thing in the very next second.
The sense of shame that bound his younger sister Jeanne was as thin as air to her, something that had absolutely no effect.
This went against Ian's intuition to some extent.
Seeing the man fall silent once again, the Black Jeanne immediately became annoyed.
"You're starting again—!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes flashing with irritation.
"Hurry up and give me an answer!" she demanded, her voice impatient.
"...Let me think about it first," Ian requested, his brow furrowed in thought.
"What's there to think about?" The Black Jeanne, raising her head, glared at the man behind her.
"Aren't there just two choices?" she asked, her golden eyes narrowed.
"Either you do as I say and have a good time with me."
"Or you get thrown off here right now."
"You can choose whichever one you want—I would never force anyone to do anything," she declared, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"..." "Isn't that right?!" Ian was a bit overwhelmed by the "choices" given by the Black Jeanne.
"What kind of choices are these?!" he exclaimed, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Why can't they be considered choices?" The Black Jeanne retorted, looking at the man. "Aren't there two excellent options laid out before you?" she asked, her golden eyes glinting with amusement.
"But the second one is impossible to choose, right?!" Ian exclaimed, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"Why is it impossible to choose?" The Black Jeanne looked at the land below the Evil Dragon.
"As long as you don't die when you fall, isn't that okay?" she asked, her golden eyes narrowed.
"But speaking of which—" she continued, her tone shifting slightly.
"You'd rather die than do what I ordered you to?" she questioned, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
As she said these words, a hint of red light appeared in the girl's eyes.
"Then my Evil Dragon might think you're being disrespectful to me," she warned, her voice laced with a hint of danger.
"..." This was the Dragon Witch's way of doing things.
At first glance, it seemed like she was offering two options, but in reality, the only one that could be chosen was the one that suited her.
Once you didn't do things according to her wishes, she would try her best to make you feel the consequences of doing so.
Realizing this, Ian no longer hesitated—he wasn't a good person in the first place, so naturally, he didn't have any ideological constraints.
After all, the man had done this kind of "using his body as a weapon" thing more than once.
Besides—
Ian looked at the Black Jeanne in his arms, who had turned her back and was glaring at him.
Although she wasn't the same person at all, he still felt that familiar past.
Then—
Would it be the same inside as well?
This thought couldn't help but appear in the man's mind.
"I see, I understand," Ian said, a hint of resignation in his voice.
"Since that's the case... then I won't pretend to be a good person either," he declared, his gaze hardening slightly.
The Evil Dragon continued to fly forward.
It didn't seem to realize that at this very moment, some important deep exchange was taking place on its back.
This Evil Dragon was still diligently flapping its wings, creating strong winds so that it could soar above the sky.
At the same time.
The Dragon Witch was seriously carrying out the Servant promise she had just made together with the person she favored.
But her first question directly confused the other visitor on the dragon's back.
The Black Jeanne asked,
"If you want to do that kind of thing... what should we do now?" she asked, her golden eyes looking at him expectantly.
"..." Hearing this, Ian bit his lip.
As the pain came, he confirmed that he hadn't misheard what the Black Jeanne had said.
The man asked the witch back with a tone full of doubt and incomprehension.
"I say—" Ian began, his voice filled with surprise.
"Are you serious?" he questioned, his brow furrowed.
"You were the one who actively said you wanted to do this kind of thing, right... now you're telling me you have no idea how to do it?!" he exclaimed, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
Facing Ian's accusation, the Black Jeanne didn't feel even a hint of embarrassment about it.
On the contrary, she found a reason to explain everything for herself.
"Isn't this nothing to be surprised about?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"I think I said it once before... you are a very special case," she reminded him, her golden eyes glinting.
"For the other Servants before, I could achieve the desired relationship just by having them sign a contract," she explained.
"But your situation is completely different from theirs," she added, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"You can't form a contract in that way, you have to do something more," she declared, her voice firm.
"And—" The Black Jeanne stopped talking, as if hesitant.
Noticing this, Ian pressed for more information.
"And what?" he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
"It's already come to this... you don't need to hide anything from me anymore, do you?" he pressed, his gaze unwavering.
"It's not that I'm hiding anything from you," the Black Jeanne pouted.
"It's that I myself haven't figured out what's going on," she confessed, her golden eyes looking down slightly.
The Dragon Witch's body leaned back a little.
"I don't know why," she said softly, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"From the moment my body saw you, it has been constantly making sounds wanting to do this kind of thing," she confessed, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"I've been holding back for a long time," she added, her voice filled with a hint of longing.
"If I don't do it—" she continued, her golden eyes looking at him with anticipation.
"I'll feel uncomfortable all over," she confessed, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"..." If someone else had said this, Ian might have just been slightly moved.
But when the Black Jeanne, who had almost the same face as the Jeanne in his memory, said this, the man's feelings were on a completely different level.
His throat moved slightly as he swallowed the undigested past.
Finally, Ian nodded.
"I understand," he said softly, his gaze gentle.
"If that's really the case, then the situation is a bit complicated," he commented, his brow furrowed in thought.
"You know that much!" The Black Jeanne became a little impatient. "Stop dawdling, time is very precious!" she urged, her golden eyes flashing with annoyance.
"If we keep wasting time like this, we won't be able to form the contract!" she declared, her voice filled with urgency.
The Dragon Witch said these words as if what she was about to do was just a routine matter.
The Evil Dragon continued to fly forward.
The clouds in the sky were split by this huge magical creature, creating a white path.
It didn't know what was happening on its back.
It only felt that the commotion coming from there seemed to be slightly louder than before.
In fact, that was indeed the case.
At this moment, the Dragon Witch was riding the Evil Dragon she had summoned beneath her in a special posture.
To be precise, she was riding the Evil Dragon while also being ridden by the man.
"So this is how you do this kind of thing?" The Black Jeanne looked curiously at the legs beside her ears, as if she had discovered a path to a new world.
"But it feels a bit chilly," she commented, her golden eyes looking around with curiosity.
"..." Ian now confirmed that the Black Jeanne, who had a fierce look on her face, basically had zero experience in this area.
She didn't even know what kind of posture to use to welcome it.
This was a very contradictory existence.
The Dragon Witch who shouted about turning others into her Servants was actually a great virgin who understood nothing.
This made him sweat a little.
However—
For the man at this moment, the girl's state like a blank sheet of paper might not be a bad thing.
After all, it meant she didn't have so many strange ideas.
In a sense, this was a rather fortunate situation.
"Hey hey!" The Black Jeanne's voice pulled Ian back from his relief.
"And then?" she asked, her golden eyes looking at him expectantly.
"What should we do next?!" she pressed, her voice filled with anticipation.
"..." The Black Jeanne was so proactive that Ian began to doubt if he was the one offering something.
Otherwise, how could she have such a positive attitude?!
Fortunately, the man wasn't teaching a girl for the first time—he had an unparalleled advantage in experience in this area.
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"Hmm... well then, let's try this first," Ian began to seriously deal with the situation before him.
"Hold your flag tightly, don't let it fall," he instructed gently.
"Mmm, of course, I know!" The Dragon Witch nodded in response, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
And so, in the sky above France at this moment, a strange initiation ceremony began.
It was an unprecedented experience for the girl.
At the same time, it was also the way she believed she could form a contract with the man behind her.
"Burn, burn—!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes flashing with excitement.
"My Servant, Ian!" she declared, her voice ringing out.
The sun shone brightly in the sky, and white clouds drifted by.
The Evil Dragon felt as if something wet was dripping on its head.
Was it raining?
But that wasn't right either.
And speaking of which, since just now, its witch mistress seemed to only be making strange noises.
What on earth was happening?
The Evil Dragon couldn't figure it out no matter how much it thought.
Evening quietly descended.
The Evil Dragon landed on the ground once again—this was already quite far from Domremy Village.
It folded its wings, looking like it was resting.
However—
The Evil Dragon was resting.
But its mistress, the Dragon Witch who intended to destroy the entire France with vicious flames, was even more energetic than before.
The flag engraved with the dragon's mark was stuck in the ground by her, and she herself was excitedly moving around the man beside her.
"So this is how it feels—!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes sparkling with delight.
"This is way too comfortable!" she added, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Ian, why didn't you tell me sooner?!" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of reproach.
"It's not that," Ian said, looking at the Dragon Witch before him with a helpless expression. "How could I have told you sooner about this kind of thing?" he asked gently.
"You could have just said it directly!" The Black Jeanne touched her lower abdomen, the corners of her lips curving up slightly.
Her expression looked as if she couldn't wait to dig out the memories in her brain.
"If you had told me it felt like this... I wouldn't have talked about so many strange things with you," she said, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"..." Ian had no idea how to respond to the Black Jeanne's words.
But at this moment, he could confirm one thing—that the girl before him was extremely lacking in common sense.
No.
It should be said that she not only lacked common sense, but also lacked a standard sufficient for her to judge whether something could be done or not.
Because she didn't know that deep exchange was a very shameful thing.
So she mistook the desire her body emitted for the way to "contract" herself—after all, she had never experienced such a feeling before.
This state could no longer be called abnormal.
Rather, it was an extremely terrifying state of mental distortion—making her own decisions based solely on whether she liked it or not.
If she liked it, she would do it;
If she didn't like it, she would destroy it.
Calling her a madwoman probably wasn't an exaggeration.
How could this be?
And just at this moment, the Black Jeanne suddenly pounced on Ian.
Her beautiful golden eyes looked straight at the man beneath her, completely without concealing the desire that had been aroused in her heart.
"Hey—!" she exclaimed, her golden eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Since you know it's so comfortable, hurry up and do it again," she urged, her voice filled with a hint of eagerness.
The girl licked her lips, looking like a hungry wolf.
"You should still be able to do it, right? My Servant," she asked, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"..." Ian realized that the Black Jeanne had become fascinated by this feeling of souls intertwining.
She also completely didn't realize that the so-called "contract method" was just a physical illusion.
And judging from her still wolfish state after this, her demand in this area was probably not just a little bit large.
Of course, the man wasn't afraid of such things.
He had always performed very well in demonstrating his masculine abilities.
What he was worried about was that the Black Jeanne would put all her energy into this matter, so much so that she would forget her promise in the end.
If that happened, his purpose wouldn't be achieved.
Thinking of this, the man took advantage of this rare opportunity and directly replied,
"Of course, that's no problem," Ian said, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"However—" he continued, his gaze softening slightly.
"I think you haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?" he asked, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Once I become your Servant, you will..." he pressed, his gaze unwavering.
"Tch," the Black Jeanne clicked her tongue, a hint of annoyance in her golden eyes.
"You always care about these unimportant things," she complained, though a hint of amusement played on her lips.
Although she said so, the Black Jeanne put on an expression as if she intended to explain seriously.
Although she was short-tempered, she was very trustworthy.
Just like what she had said before—the Dragon Witch kept her word.
The Black Jeanne sat on Ian's lap, tilted her head, propped her cheek with one hand, and looked at him.
"But I'll tell you anyway," she said, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"The relationship between me and that Saint Maiden... is just a name," she revealed, her voice surprisingly calm.
"What?" Although he had mentally prepared himself in advance, Ian was still somewhat surprised when he actually heard the Black Jeanne say these words.
However—
It was only somewhat.
After all, from the moment they met until now, when they were sitting down like this.
Ian could clearly feel that the Black Jeanne before him and his younger sister in his memory were two completely different people.
This also matched the relationship she described as "only having the same name."
But this explanation didn't solve the most important question—why was there a second Jeanne?
The man didn't remember having a second younger sister.
As if she had already anticipated the question Ian was thinking about, the Black Jeanne quickly continued to explain.
"You don't need to dislike me that much," she said, a hint of amusement in her golden eyes.
"Although—" she continued, her voice softening slightly.
"The relationship between me and that Saint Maiden is indeed just a name," she confirmed.
"But that doesn't mean my origins are smaller than hers," she declared, a hint of pride in her voice.
Familiar tone;
Familiar body language.
Ian realized that the Black Jeanne before him was about to start "showing off" something again.
As expected.
The Black Jeanne, sitting on the man's lap, leaned closer to him, her tone full of pride.
She probably thought that what she was about to say would be very shocking.
"You know what?" she began, her golden eyes sparkling.
"I—" she continued, her voice filled with conviction.
"Am a vengeful being who came here following the power of the Holy Grail," she revealed, her golden eyes looking at him intently.
"No matter what, I won't be any worse than that Saint Maiden," she declared, a hint of defiance in her voice.