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

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The voice was gentle, but it sounded somewhat unfamiliar.

Mashu instinctively looked in the direction from which it came, and was then startled.

Because the speaker was none other than Joan of Arc, who had spoken not long ago!

"Danger!"

Without saying a word, Mashu picked up her round shield and protected Mordred and Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her, then stood in front of them.

however--

"Pfft."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and then reached out to pat Mash on the shoulder.

"Don't be so nervous."

"She... shouldn't be the Joan of Arc you met."

"..."

Upon hearing her Master's words, Mash did not immediately believe them. Instead, out of caution, she silently observed the cloaked girl in front of her.

Joan of Arc was quite tolerant of such doubts.

Upon realizing this, she even took a few steps forward so that Mashu could observe herself more closely.

With this assistance, the pink-haired girl quickly discovered some clues.

Although at first glance, the "Joan of Arc" in front of us does look almost exactly like the "Joan of Arc" who kidnapped Ian earlier.

But if you look into it carefully, you'll find some differences.

Like the color of hair and eyes;

Or perhaps it's the aura that emanates from within.

To describe it briefly.

The previous "Joan of Arc" was as dark as darkness itself.

At this moment, Joan of Arc appears as pure and holy as light.

Mashu is now certain of one thing—they are not the same person.

The pink-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing this, and then immediately apologized.

"sorry."

"I was reckless."

“It’s alright.” Jeanne d’Arc generously forgave Mash’s behavior.

"I can tell you're doing this to protect your companions."

"but--"

A hint of worry flickered in Joan of Arc's blue eyes.

"Judging from your appearance... your other 'me' must be quite powerful, right?"

"Yes."

Realizing that the Jeanne d'Arc before her was the "ally" Olga Marie had mentioned in their communication, Mashu no longer intended to hide anything.

She truthfully recounted what had happened to Ian earlier.

"Is such that……"

A few minutes later.

Everyone who learned what had happened from Mashu seemed somewhat surprised.

"Mash, are you kidding me?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first to shout. "That 'Jeanne d'Arc' can control the dragons of this era?!"

"Yes." The pink-haired girl nodded. "I did witness that thing with my own eyes."

"She...can control dragons freely!"

"Is that the kind of dragon?!" Mordred gestured, pointing to the evil dragon he had seen outside the forest earlier.

Although it seemed a bit abstract, Mashu roughly understood it.

She nodded:

"Yes."

"It seems you've encountered those dragons too."

Completely different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred cared about, Jeanne seemed to be more moved by the burned-down village of Domremy.

She looked down at the ruins on the hillside and sighed.

"The village... is gone."

The perceptive Mashu heard her words, hesitated for a moment, and then cautiously inquired.

"that--"

"Miss Jeanne, is this village very important to you?"

"..."

Joan of Arc forced a bitter smile.

"Yes, this is where I was born."

"what?!"

As Mordred shouted this, all eyes turned to Joan of Arc.

Undoubtedly, her words revealed a fact—that another "Joan of Arc" destroyed Joan of Arc's homeland.

"..."

The saintess gripped the white flag tightly in her hand.

The girl's expression was somewhat complicated—she did not like the village, but she had never hoped it would end up like this.

"Everyone is dead."

“Eh… no, that’s not it.” Mashu answered softly, “My senior and I did save some people.”

"only--"

"Not too much is just right."

"I see." Jeanne nodded slightly to Mash to express her gratitude.

"Thank you so much."

“That’s not true.” Mashu waved her hand.

"Sigh," Mordred sighed, "What should we do now?"

"Since a dragon took my Master away... how am I supposed to find him now?"

"..."

Everyone remained silent until Joan of Arc spoke.

"Don't worry, I think I can find him."

"Really?!" Mordred looked at her with excitement.

"real."

The saintess nodded, then looked at the Master's Command Seal on the back of her hand, which was faintly glowing red.

"It...is guiding me."

A few hours later.

Late at night, in Salatari.

Ian looked at the sleeping Jeanne Alter beside him and felt somewhat relieved.

Although she said she would come again later.

But when the man returned to the room, he found her lying on the bed asleep, naked.

It's clear that she wanted to take action as soon as she got back.

This guy really wants to drain me dry...

However, out of caution, Ian did not leave immediately. Instead, he waited for a while to make sure the other person was really asleep before proceeding with the next step.

He had not forgotten what Atalanta had said.

What could possibly make her disregard even basic shame and insist on barging into the bathroom when Jeanne Alter wasn't around?

Men are quite curious about this.

Judging that it was about time, Ian quietly got out of bed and left the room without making a sound.

He hurried towards the top floor.

Upon arrival, they saw Atalanta.

but--

The situation, however, was completely unexpected by Ian.

Under the moonlight, Atalanta looked at the man who had arrived as promised and actually took the initiative to move closer to him.

She spoke with a hint of shyness but unwavering determination:

“Ian, let’s make a deal.”

"What a deal."