I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

What?!

.......

This moment

Just then, the screen in front of Olga Marie suddenly lit up.

"This is... a summoning magic."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, is this guy about to summon a Heroic Spirit?! Can his magic circuits withstand this kind of torment?"

Whether or not it can withstand the test, the summoning magic has already begun.

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Mashu awakened the fighting spirit within her.

This is definitely not something done because one wants to fight or enjoys fighting.

She didn't want others to think that her Master was incompetent and that she herself was weak, so she endured her fear and stood here.

She wanted to prove that being with Fujimaru Ritsuka wouldn't be a burden to everyone.

She is second to none, the most outstanding Servant of her predecessors.

"Is Mashu really such a strong-willed child?!"

Ophelia was clearly surprised. She hadn't expected Mashu, the gentle and lovely girl, to have this side to her!

The clash between the shield and the iron fist ended in a victory for the shield.

To the accompaniment of Mozart's music, Napoleon successfully injured three other Berserker Servants.

Although Queen Marie Antoinette wasn't particularly strong in combat, her occasional use of crystals was quite painful, and coupled with her sweet singing voice and Mozart's harmonies, it was truly unbearable for viewers.

Especially Dion.

Upon hearing the sound, he immediately dropped his sword and stopped fighting.

Dion [helplessly]: I don't know what to do. The opponents are all familiar faces, so it's really hard to fight them. Oh well, I'll just take one shot and then lie down.

This is complete slacking off!

"you..."

Jeanne Alter looked at the unreliable Servants she had summoned and was momentarily speechless with anger.

"In that case, I'll have to do it myself."

Enraged, she raised the black holy flag high, pulled out the fittings from her waist, and vowed to destroy the country that had neither given birth to her nor raised her.

Joan of Arc frowned: ......

Daring to establish a base near the Dragon Witch and even causing the Witch's army to suffer a setback, Jeanne Alter is now absolutely furious.

When someone with a "chuunibyou" (middle school syndrome) finds themselves embarrassing, they are often most likely to become angry and ashamed.

"Burn everything to ashes!"

"The flames of my vengeful fury will not easily extinguish! This is the time for revenge... Are you all ready to die?!"

Unlike her previous Noble Phantasms, this time she activated the Holy Grail, unleashing its full power.

"May this lowly era perish together with it!"

Ophelia's expression turned serious.

"It can even unleash multiple Noble Phantasms in a row...! The Holy Grail, I never expected it could do something like this?"

Grand Duke: "Have you gone mad? You're even dragging us into this?"

Black Jeanne glanced at the berserk Servants with a slight shrug, completely unconcerned.

"None of this matters anymore. You can't defeat the other side anyway, so it's better if you all turn into dust in the flames."

Camilla: ?! ! Are you serious?! You damn country bumpkin! How could you...

"You...you don't even spare your own comrades..." Joan of Arc was clearly angry. This behavior was too much, even for an enemy.

"Huh?! Don't make me laugh, you stupid country bumpkin. You still have time to think about the enemy? Ugh... It's so naive that it makes me want to vomit... No, it's like having a fly stuck in your throat that you want to vomit but can't."

Black Jeanne looked at Joan of Arc with disgust. As the sword was drawn, the fire of anger ignited by the magic of judgment exploded wildly like a gas explosion.

"But what power do you have left to stop me?!"

......

Joan of Arc broke out in a cold sweat.

Jeanne Alter is right. She has just unleashed her Noble Phantasm, and even if she were to use it again now, she would be at her last gasp.

"However, I still want to thank you all for helping me wear down the enemy. Here is your reward for perishing in the sea of ​​fire."

Shakuro Jeanne prepares to unleash her Noble Phantasm for the second time.

The all-consuming flames of hatred descended from the sky.

"Well, there's no other way. Looks like I'll have to go all out!"

Joan of Arc was not confident, but at this moment, faced with overwhelming magic, she had no choice but to step forward.

But at that very moment...

A red light suddenly appeared.

The Command Seals in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.

It lit up.

Declare!

You are under my command; my destiny rests on your sword.

Those who respond to the call of humanity, those who obey this will and reason, answer me!

I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world, and I am the one who gathers all evils in the world.

You are bound by the spirit of stargazing for seven days!

Arrived through the Wheel of Restraint!

The guardian of the scales!

Come on! Avenger!

Joan of Arc [Alter]!

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Avengers and the Judges

Chaldea Dining Hall

"Hey, girl, did you spot my red bean paste dorayaki for 3 o'clock?"

With his mouth full of snack crumbs, Hei Dai gently licked his jade-like fingers with his jade-like mouth and asked.

"Huh? Dorayaki at 3 o'clock... I've never seen that before. By the way, do you eat that many snacks every day?"

"This is inevitable. As the only red card beam cannon in Chaldea, it is necessary to constantly replenish the brain with sugar."

"But you're not in this operation, are you? After all, there are many Masters in Chaldea now... so there are fewer Servants that can be taken to the Singularity by our Masters."

"fine."

Alter looked at Jeanne Alter and said, "Although I really want to kill you in this stage with one sword, it's quite interesting to just watch you fight yourself here."

Jeanne Alter: ...... [Speechless]

Black Saber: "Then you can say something like that guy Emiya, 'Drown with your ideals.'"

[Emiya: Are you being polite?]

Jeanne Alter waved her hand dismissively: "Tch, I would never say such a silly line... Hey, what do you think of this drawing I made?"

Black Jeanne handed the drawing board to Black Saber for a glance.

"This is... oh, Master in women's clothing from Shinjuku. Not bad, looks like the doujinshi wasn't a waste of time; it's quite rare for a country girl like you—chew—"

"Why are you eating it again? Didn't you say you couldn't find dorayaki at 3 o'clock?"

"Then we'll have to move the taiyaki from 4 PM to 3 PM, and the chocolate cake from 5 PM to 4 PM..."

...What a foodie.

"It seems we have to have Master summon Emiya Tamamo and the sparrow, otherwise you'll get sent back by that director sooner or later if you keep eating like this." Jeanne Alter sighed helplessly.

"However, considering that you do appreciate the paintings I create... hey! Don't summon me at this time!"

Jeanne Alter suddenly found that her entire body was beginning to quantize.

But she's still holding a paintbrush and a drawing board in her hand!

But there was no other way; the Master's contract and Mash's shield called her over.

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When she opened her eyes again, she saw the sky obscured by the blazing flames of revenge.

Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka had already set up the summoning circle at this time.

"Ugh, you only summoned me now... By the way, why did this 'me' attack so early? Didn't you even do any reconnaissance before the operation? Are you brainless?!"

Jeanne Alter frowned, and a somewhat irritable voice came from behind her.

Ophelia paused for a moment as she was about to remove the eye patch from the Demon Eye.

Is this Fujimaru Ritsuka's trump card?

"Huh... this is... yet another one of me?!"

Joan of Arc's uneducated mind was not quite up to the task.

"Wow, there are even more people with the same face now! Is this also a saint named Joan of Arc?"