"I was just saying, you—"
"Huh? Wait, that's not right!"
It was only then that Jeanne [Alter], having reacted, realized what Ian in front of her intended to do.
"Are you... serious?"
"Those are dragons—"
"Yes, dragons."
The tip of the Sword of Slaanesh aimed at the sky.
Sunlight fell upon its exceptionally sharp blade, reflecting a wicked black glow.
"It is precisely dragons that I am killing!"
"..."
Jeanne [Alter] suddenly became hesitant.
Logically speaking, this should be an impossible feat.
Yet—
Why did she not doubt for a second that he could do it?
Was it that cool-looking sword in his hand?
Or something else?
Unable to come up with a reason no matter how she thought about it, Jeanne [Alter] finally chose to give up.
"The one leading, the one with particularly large horns."
"Also, dragons don't act alone. If you really want to make a move, you'd best separate it—"
"Wait, what?!"
"What are you doing?"
Watching Ian raise the Sword of Slaanesh high, Jeanne [Alter] suddenly realized that this guy probably wasn't listening to her at all.
The only information he cared about was...
"Which one is the leading dragon."
He intended to defeat the strongest one directly!
Jeanne [Alter] was not wrong in her thinking.
Ian had no intention of following convention to formulate some dragon-slaying plan.
Setting traps, communicating with the dragon, then separating it from the herd—that was simply too inefficient.
Killing one to warn a hundred, directly defeating the strongest one, and then making the entire dragon herd submit, was the most suitable method!
Of course.
If one wanted to do this, there was only one question left to consider.
Can he do it?
The same worry naturally spread within Jeanne [Alter]'s heart.
"Hey, don't joke around, that's a herd of dragons—"
"You..."
"Step back."
The girl's words only elicited this single response from the man.
"Don't get caught in the crossfire later."
"You're serious?"
"What else?"
Jeanne [Alter] inhaled slightly. As a Caster, she could naturally perceive the abnormality of the magical energy on the man's body.
A terrifying storage amount.
If she used herself as a unit of measurement...
He was at least a hundred times greater!
How on earth was this achieved?
Not a Servant, yet surpassing a Servant?
Seeing that Jeanne [Alter] had already retreated a good distance, Ian no longer hid anything.
He had already obtained enough magical energy from Olga Marie and Mash through [Slaanesh].
It was time to put it to use somewhere—
And these dragons were the best targets.
The Sword of Slaanesh was raised by the man, pointing directly at the sky.
Wicked black light pierced the clouds like a sharp arrow, then spread out like ripples.
"This is the feeling..."
The sin obtained from the two girls was converting into magical energy in a highly efficient manner.
Ian's eyes turned completely red.
His body was also gradually covered by a layer of wicked black substance.
It couldn't be counted as ugly, but it was definitely not an existence that people could accept as a matter of course.
However—
Being close enough, Jeanne [Alter] felt she was being guided by that power on the man's body.
It was so alluring, just like the legendary Golden Apple.
"Speaking of dragons—"
"I still prefer Artoria's kind."
Ian uttered such words, and then the blade of light fell.
To be honest—
He actually hadn't thought about what form he should display this appearance of his in.
However, since Artoria was mentioned.
Let's just use her combat style as a kind of commemoration.
Darkness fell with incomparable heaviness.
The power of [Slaanesh] blossomed in the sky of the Singularity in a manner beyond imagination.
Until it sliced the massive dragon's neck in two, splashing blood in all directions.
Time passed—
"No way..."
Looking at the decapitated remains of the black dragon before her, still retaining residual heat, Jeanne [Alter] felt her eyes were about to pop out.
Indeed, the legendary dragon-slaying hero Siegfried was not summoned.
But...
This seemed not at all weaker than him!
"What kind of monster are you?"
"It doesn't matter what kind of monster I am—"
The man, still emitting black aura from his body, inserted the Sword of Slaanesh into the ground beside him.
The dragon herd that had been showing off its might in the sky just moments ago now landed one after another, gathering around the man in a posture of submission.
"However, Master, I did what you wanted, didn't I?"
"..."
"I-I am not some Master!" Jeanne [Alter] turned her face away, blushing red.
"I have no way to command a monster like you!"
"You are unexpectedly honest."
Looking at Jeanne [Alter] dressed as a magus, Ian's tone was full of approval.
"Then answer me, are you resigned to being like this?"
"How could I be resigned!"
Cheeks still carrying a hint of crimson, Jeanne [Alter] gave her answer without hesitation.
Clutching her witch hat, she shouted loudly.
"I want to save this world, I want to save everyone! I want to become the witch who defeats the angel!"
"There is nothing cooler than this, okay!"
Although her attire had changed considerably, Jeanne [Alter] was still as chunibyou as ever.
A witch who saves the country?
It truly...
Made one feel she was delicious.
Just the perfect food after releasing power.
Here it comes again—
Just after pouring out her wish, Jeanne [Alter] felt that alluring scent emitting from Ian's body once more.
The man approached step by step, until he completely enveloped the girl in his aura.
"Then let me ask you, if there was a chance to obtain the power to command these dragons, would you accept it?"
"..."
"Why not?"
Jeanne [Alter]'s breathing became rapid.
She could feel the faint guidance within the other's words.
"Of course I would accept."
"Even if you fall into a state far worse than now, does it not matter?"
"That... should be fine!"
Jeanne [Alter] threw caution to the wind.
That trial which only she could hear absolutely could not be allowed to continue like this.
"Good then."
Ian grasped Jeanne [Alter]'s breast, waiting until she revealed an expression of pain before continuing.
His voice began to become chaotic and unclear.
Vaguely, it sounded like some kind of terrifying whisper.
And in this moment, Jeanne [Alter] heard the final edict.
"Now, offer yourself to me."
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