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

A dark, evil dragon was seen soaring through the sky.

Soon, it spotted the two people on the ground staring at it.

"Uhhh-!!!"

The evil dragon roared and then swooped down on the two people on the ground, clearly intending to kill them on the spot.

however--

Mordred is no ordinary person.

She remembered what her father had told her—that Fujimaru Ritsuka was someone who needed to be protected.

"The Brilliant and Glorious King's Sword (Clarent)!"

The girl gripped her Noble Phantasm tightly—the pure silver blade—and charged toward the swooping dragon, unleashing a powerful strike.

That was an attack method that was infinitely similar to Excalibur.

The evil dragon's body was pierced through in an instant, and then it fell to the ground.

"Ha, I thought they had some special skills!"

Mordred, who had just achieved victory, did not expect that there was more than one evil dragon.

While she was concentrating on eliminating the evil dragon in front of her, an attack from the other side was already closing in on Fujimaru Ritsuka.

That was another evil dragon.

"Ah—!" The orange-haired girl screamed.

"Ritsuka!"

Mordred was too late to save him.

At the critical moment, a figure wearing a cloak flashed by.

The evil dragon that attempted to harm Fujimaru Ritsuka was instantly severed by a single slash.

Mordred was stunned by the clean and efficient scene.

"Okay, so awesome..."

"This is already at the level of a 'Servant', right?"

"A Servant?" A gentle voice came from inside the cloak.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a Servant."

The man who slew the evil dragon removed his cloak and tossed his long ponytail.

She turned around and looked at the two girls with a smile.

"Hello, I am Jeanne Darc."

"Just an ordinary French nun."

222. The Modern-Day Joan of Arc / The Unusual Command Seals / Sweet Girlfriend Black Joan of Arc (4k)

"..."

The scene of the cloaked girl slaying the dragon with a single blow using a pure white flag plunged the audience into a mysterious silence.

Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered the name the other person had just given, feeling that it sounded vaguely familiar.

I...I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere before!

Completely different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka cared about, Mordred was utterly uninterested in the name she had just heard.

Or rather, she had no idea what it meant.

But this doesn't mean she doesn't have things she cares about.

Conversely, Mordred felt it even more deeply than Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Because the woman in front of me looks so much like Artoria.

Memories of living by the lake with his adoptive mother were instantly and completely awakened.

Clear tears streamed from Mordred's eyes, dripping onto the ground and blooming into a flower.

"Stepmother!"

"I miss you so much!"

Mordred spoke his mind.

Then the mischievous boy pounced on the girl who claimed to be Joan of Arc, buried his head in her chest, and began to cry.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned.

Joan of Arc was also stunned.

However, upon hearing Mordred's mournful sobs in her arms, the girl's eyes gradually softened.

She reached out and gently stroked Mordred's head.

"Cry out loud."

"After that, the Lord will surely grant you a bright tomorrow."

A few minutes later.

Mordred, realizing she had mistaken her partner based on the size of his breasts, looked embarrassed.

Although she was mischievous, she wasn't impolite.

Wiping away her tears, she immediately apologized:

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to mistake you for my stepmother!"

Joan of Arc smiled slightly in response to Mordred's apology.

"it does not matter."

"The person who can make you cry like this... must be someone very important to you, right?"

"It's an unexpected surprise for me that you can temporarily remember her through me."

"and--"

Joan of Arc's flowing lines swept over Mordred.

She seemed to remember something, and her eyes became filled with longing.

"You actually reminded me of someone very important."

"If... he could have children, they would probably look a lot like you, right?"

"Eh?"

Mordred felt that there was something strange about what Joan of Arc had said.

But before she could figure it out, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly shouted.

"I remembered!"

"You must be the saint described in history books—Joan of Arc, the one who led France in its counterattack!"

"..."

"I really shouldn't have revealed my name," Joan of Arc forced a bitter smile.

"Yes, I am Joan of Arc."

"but--"

"I'll pass on the title of Saintess... I'm unworthy of it."

"No, no, no!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head repeatedly. "You're worthy!"

"You're amazing! You took down a five-headed dragon all by yourself!"

"Give me a moment!"

Mordred called a halt to the two's back-and-forth.

"What are you all talking about... Why am I the only one who can't understand anything?"

“Oh yeah.” Fujimaru Ritsuka stuck out her tongue. “We had so much fun that I almost forgot Mordred didn’t know any of this.”

"Let's take this opportunity to get to know each other!"

The orange-haired girl began her introduction.

"I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Her words—are Mordred!"

"..."

After a brief introduction, the three people had a basic understanding of each other.

"Singularity repair?"

Having figured out the two men's intentions, Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful golden eyes, her expression showing great surprise.

"Does this thing still exist?"

"Yes." Fujimaru Ritsuka made no attempt to conceal her and Mordred's purpose.

"These are all part of the pan-human history altered by the Holy Grail."

"If we don't fix them one by one... everyone's future is doomed!"

"..."

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, looking somewhat uneasy.

Clearly, as a saintess, she was very worried about the future that Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke of—even if she might no longer be alive by then.

After thinking for a moment, she spoke again:

“If that’s the case… I do know something that might be called a ‘singularity’.”

"what?!"