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

Jeanne Alter's gaze bypassed Mash and landed on Ian.

"In exchange, hand over that man to me now."

“I… will make him my servant.”

"..."

Although it's not entirely clear where Joan of Arc came from.

But there's one thing Mashu is very clear about.

That means it's absolutely unacceptable to take Ian away from me like this!

"Can't!"

"Senior... I would never become a Servant!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Mash's words, Jeanne Alter turned her gaze back to her.

"From what you're saying... are you planning to stop me?"

"Isn't this just common sense?!"

Although Mashu was very nervous, her tone remained very firm.

She held her giant shield and stood directly in front of Ian.

"I will absolutely not allow anyone to harm my senior!"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, she realized that Jeanne d'Arc in black, along with the black flag, had disappeared from her sight.

Do not--!

It hasn't disappeared!

Instead, it moved at an extremely fast speed!

In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of Mashu.

A cold laugh reached the girl's ears.

"Ah."

"I suggest that before you say such things... you should consider whether you have the corresponding strength."

"Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing to be killed in one blow."

"what?!"

Mashu's eyes widened upon hearing this.

The next moment, Jeanne Alter held her flag and stabbed straight at the pink-haired girl's body.

This is no ordinary flag; it is a weapon decorated with sharp spikes!

She wanted to pierce her body and then kill her outright!

however--

Mash is no longer the Servant without any fighting ability.

Her experience at Singularity F provided her with a great deal of knowledge.

and so--

The moment Jeanne Alter thrust the flag at Mash, she already knew what defensive measures she needed to take.

"Regardless of my strength, I will protect my senior!"

"This is my promise to him!"

Expressing her feelings, the pink-haired girl vigorously swung her giant shield.

With a clang!

It was blocked perfectly!

Jeanne Alter's banner struck Mash's shield with a crisp sound.

Mashu breathed a sigh of relief.

She could sense that the person in front of her was much stronger than herself—thankfully, she managed to defend herself.

However, before Mashu could even feel happy for a moment, Jeanne Alter's cold laughter rang out again.

"I already said that."

"If you don't have enough strength... it'll be embarrassing."

"what?!"

Before Mashu could understand what those words meant, Jeanne Alter's banner was imbued with a large amount of magical power and then burst into crimson flames.

The previously balanced situation was shattered in an instant.

This is not a situation that Mash can handle.

Bang!

She was thrown into the air, rolled several times on the ground, and only stopped after hitting a tree.

Seeing this, Jeanne Alter revealed a triumphant smile.

"I've already told you... if you don't have enough strength, don't even think about protecting others."

"That would only become a burden and cause unnecessary trouble for others."

Twirling the black flag in her hand, Jeanne Alter walked towards Mash, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

She wanted to use this to put an end to this battle, which was to be ended in one move.

"I thought you were really capable... but you collapsed in just a few seconds?"

But at this moment——

Jeanne Alter felt her hand being pulled by someone.

She turned around and saw Ian, who had finally come to his senses.

"What are you doing?!" Jeanne Alter roared. "Let go of my hand!"

"I'm going to kill this ungrateful wretch!"

"I would never let you do such a thing."

Without any hesitation, Ian gave his answer.

"in addition--"

"who are you?!"

Ian knew he was provoking Jeanne Alter.

But he had to do it for Mash's sake.

It's fine if I didn't react in time because it was too fast.

We can't pretend we didn't see anything now!

However, what Ian didn't know was that Jeanne Alter was very excited.

She had always felt that this capable man inexplicably suited her deepest tastes.

This personality trait perfectly matches the needs now.

"It seems you weren't listening to me at all when I was talking."

"But it doesn't matter—!"

Jeanne Alter was completely unaware of her own double standards.

She looked at the man who was holding her hand, and his golden eyes held a special kind of care.

“I can say it to you again.”

"Listen—!"

"I am Joan of Arc... the dragon witch who will exact revenge on France!"

"Well?! Did you hear me clearly this time?!"

"..."

Ian looked at Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who had suddenly become inexplicably excited, and his expression became somewhat complicated.

First and foremost, there is no doubt that the Jeanne d'Arc in front of him is exactly the same in appearance as his sister Jeanne d'Arc in his memory.

If I had to point out something, the only difference is that the color of my hair and eyes are slightly different.

but--

If we set aside the resemblance in appearance, the woman before me is quite different from the woman in my memory.

To describe it briefly.

The Jeanne d'Arc Alter in front of me is more like a child—her eagerness to introduce herself just now proves this point.

How did things come to this?

After much deliberation, Ian spoke again:

"Are you really sure you're Joan of Arc?"

"You—!" Jeanne Alter was clearly getting impatient. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

"I am Joan of Arc!"

"I am the Dragon Witch, seeking revenge on all of France!"

"If you still can't remember, I'll burn you right now!"

Jeanne Alter gripped her black flag, her waving hand appearing quite agitated.

She seemed to be very bothered by people not remembering her name.

Realizing this, Ian suddenly had an idea.