In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

"..."

Ian was silent for a moment, then unleashed his ultimate move.

"Jeanne, if you keep doing this, I'm going to turn back the way I came."

"Huh?! No way!"

"If you can't do it, then you'd better behave yourself."

“Brother you!”

Joan of Arc muttered something.

"If my brother keeps going like this, he'll never find a girlfriend in his entire life!"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Ian brushed off Joan's "vicious attack".

"The curse from my sister really hurts me."

"..."

Joan of Arc turned her face away and muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear.

"It's not a curse at all."

"My brother can't find a girlfriend... that's a wonderful wish."

After a series of minor mishaps, you and Joan of Arc arrived near the pillar of light.

This close observation has changed your perception in some ways.

It wasn't a beam of light that emerged from underground.

The path appeared to be formed by the convergence of light blue light emitted by something.

but--

What could be capable of emitting such light?

And speaking of it...

It seems that the "angel" has also disappeared?

Ian couldn't understand it for a moment.

In stark contrast to her brother's caution, Joan of Arc became increasingly excited after seeing the light up close.

"Brother, let's go quickly!"

"I'm afraid He'll leave soon!"

"..."

no way.

Now that we're here, we should definitely find out what's going on.

Ian didn't say anything more.

He carried his sister on his back and moved closer to where the light was.

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The rushing water soaked the boy's shoes.

However, he had no time to pay attention to these details.

Because he saw something more important.

Within that towering pillar of light, a large golden cup lay quietly.

The light in the rainy night comes from it.

"This……"

Ian never dreamed he would see something like this.

Joan of Arc's eyes lit up with surprise, and she exclaimed:

"Isn't this the Holy Grail?!"

"Holy Grail?"

“Yes!” Joan of Arc began to explain, “That was the cup used by our Lord, whose name was… Jesus!”

"He was indeed responding to me!"

"..."

You know Joan of Arc didn't like reading.

Most of what she knew came from conversations among the villagers at the church.

Therefore, you can't be sure whether what you "confirm" in this way is actually the so-called "Holy Grail."

[And more importantly, you don't think this response makes any sense.]

[Is throwing a cup considered a response to one's followers?]

You find this hard to understand.

However, you have indeed come up with a more realistic idea.

This gold cup looks quite valuable.

[If we can bring it back, maybe we can smash it and sell it for money later.]

This way, Joan of Arc could be provided with a better life.

You know this idea sounds a bit silly.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance of it happening, you're willing to give it a try.

It's true that he wants to exchange the Holy Grail for money, but it's also true that he doesn't want his sister to get close to strange things.

Ian put Joan on the ground.

"Jeanne, wait for me a moment, I'm going to get that..."

"The Holy Grail," Joan of Arc reminded her.

"Yes, the Holy Grail, I'll go get it."

"Yeah~"

After settling Joan of Arc in peace, Ian took a deep breath and, braving the rain, headed towards the location of the Holy Grail.

Whether it's psychological or if this "Holy Grail" really has some special power, it's hard to say.

Ian could feel his heart beating faster the closer he got to it.

It was as if it was warning itself, "Don't come any closer."

But he won't stop.

Joan of Arc longed for a response from the Lord, but what she needed was money to live on.

Reach out.

hold.

Ian felt his heart skip a beat.

He looked at the "Holy Grail" in his hand.

Something's wrong—it's emitting some strange substance!

Before Ian could figure out what was going on, a scream came from behind him.

"what--!"

That was Joan of Arc's voice.

"Joan of Arc!"

Turn around.

You witnessed something unexpected.

[In the pitch-black night, a squinty-eyed man wearing a top hat appeared in the cold rain and came to Joan of Arc's side.]

That's why she screamed.

That was a very strange man.

His expression might look like he's smiling, but you only feel a chill run down your spine.

You realize he's dangerous.

"Joan of Arc, come here quickly!"

Ian immediately replied.

Although startled by the man's appearance, Joan of Arc quickly recovered after hearing her brother's words.

however--

Joan of Arc had only taken two steps when she stopped.

She found herself unable to move.

To be more specific, it felt like I was being held firmly by something.

"It's so annoying."

The man's amiable demeanor crumbled instantly when he looked at Joan of Arc before him.

This was followed by a roar:

"You two little brats, haven't you ever heard your mother say that you should sleep well at night?"

There was a boom.

The sky was startled awake by the lightning and temporarily brightened.

But soon, it plunged into darkness once again.