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

No.

If the English were the ones, they would be unlikely to harbor any hatred towards the village of Dom Remy—because it is the place where Joan of Arc was captured.

I won't say thank you, but at least I shouldn't be hostile.

So what is the actual situation...?

Ian's mind once again plunged into extremely complex thoughts.

Seeing him like this, Mashu wisely remained silent and gently took his arm.

Looking at the harmonious two, Fufu's purple eyes revealed a hint of secret joy.

"Fu...Fufu (Really...we're starting to feel like we're dating)."

As it spoke in its language, its ears twitched.

The little creature suddenly turned its head and then screamed towards the sky.

"F——!"

Fou's scream made Mash and Ian look up at the sky at the same time.

The dragon that had just flown away suddenly returned, looking as if it were checking whether the village of Dongremi had been burned down.

Upon discovering the two people on the ground, it immediately launched an attack.

call--!

The sound of the wind howling echoed in the sky.

The powerful magic instantly transformed into crimson flames, which spewed from the dragon's mouth and swept towards the two people on the ground.

"Senior, be careful!"

Mashu shouted this, and then stood directly in front of Ian.

She raised her round shield and aimed it at the flames that were hurtling towards the two of them.

"Noble Phantasm activated—!"

Responding to the girl's call, the complex spell spread across the entire shield in an instant.

boom--!

The dragon's flames erupted onto Mash's shield.

But just like last time when he blocked the corrupted Artoria's Excalibur Morgan.

This time, the pink-haired girl successfully blocked the seemingly powerful dragon flames and protected Ian.

The man who realized what was happening didn't hesitate either.

He immediately used his "memory projection" ability.

Suddenly, a black blade appeared in the man's hand—a memory he had gained when he met Artoria in Singularity F.

Although it's uncertain how much power it can unleash at this moment.

But we can't just surrender!

"Excalibur Morgan!"

Ian, who had just emerged, pointed his projection toward the sky where the dragon was.

A black beam of light shot straight up from the ground into the sky, piercing through the demons in the heavens.

The enormous body began to fall towards the ground, tracing a straight line.

Boom!

The dragon crashed to the ground, raising a huge cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Ian knew his attack had worked.

But just then, a burst of applause was heard.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

A figure clapped his hands and slowly walked towards the two of them.

That was almost exactly the same as Joan of Arc… no, not almost, exactly the same appearance.

However, compared to the Joan of Arc of memory, whose clothes were as white as light, the Joan of Arc before her seemed to prefer black, which was associated with evil.

She parted her thin lips slightly and spoke in a tone of considerable appreciation.

"They actually managed to shoot down the dragon with a single blow."

"Looks like he's no ordinary person."

"I made a decision--"

"You...come and become my servant."

"Joan of Arc" said, pointing to the man before her.

218. Jeanne d'Arc, the Dragon Witch / Head Pat / Servant Contract (4k)

If I were to describe Joan of Arc in my memory as a gentle and considerate younger sister, who also possessed a kindness beyond that of ordinary people.

So--

The feeling that the "Joan of Arc" in front of Ian brought was the other extreme.

Cold and ruthless.

His words and actions exuded an extreme cruelty.

You must resolutely eliminate what you hate.

This is something that can never be connected with the image of her in my memory.

But at this moment, they are truly intertwined, and no trace of each other can be distinguished anymore.

How did things... turn out like this?

Ian looked at the "Joan of Arc" before him and fell into an inescapable state of doubt.

Unlike the man, who was in a state of chaos due to his past memories, Mashu appeared perfectly clear-headed at this moment.

Because her intuition told her that the girl in front of her, dressed in all black, was definitely not a kind person!

And their attitude of coming specifically for Ian proved this point all the more.

"Who are you?!"

Mashu gripped her Noble Phantasm shield tightly, watching the uninvited guest with a tense expression.

"Why are you here?!"

"..."

Jeanne d'Arc, who was being questioned by Mashu, was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

She seems to have found something she really enjoys doing.

"Oh right... I don't think I've formally introduced myself to you guys yet, have I?"

Brush it.

Claiming to be Joan of Arc, she raised the black flag in her hand toward the sky.

The flag bearing the dragon's mark quickly began to flutter in the wind, as if it had come to life.

"listen--"

"I am Joan of Arc... the dragon witch seeking revenge against France."

"That's what everyone here calls me—and I think it's a pretty good name."

"What……?"

"Joan of Arc?"

Hearing that name made Mashu feel terrible.

Because she knew what the name "Joan of Arc" meant.

She was revered as a "saint" by the French people, the one who led them to reclaim their homeland.

Now, she's actually going to seek revenge on this land?!

No matter how you look at it, this is something that is very wrong.

At this moment, Ian actually regained his senses.

His situation is completely different from Mashu's.

As Joan of Arc's brother, he had seen Joan of Arc's true appearance—a face almost identical to the one before him.

This also means that the previous assumptions are completely true.

There is indeed a third party in this singularity who fits the criteria—that is, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who calls herself the "Dragon Witch".

Because she is known as the Dragon Witch, she is able to control dragons that she could not otherwise command.

At the same time, because she was Joan of Arc, it was indeed possible that she harbored some kind of resentment towards the village of Domrémy.

but--

If the situation is indeed as I have deduced, the problem will be more complicated than before.

The first and inevitable question is: where did this second Joan of Arc come from?

However, before Ian could take the time to think about the problem, Jeanne Alter, standing in front of the two, spoke again:

"All right."

"I have already introduced myself as you requested."