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

At this moment, if we could ignore Jeanne Alter's identity as the Dragon Witch...

I'm afraid everyone who witnessed this scene would have mistaken them for a couple standing on the city wall.

Tick.

A tear fell to the ground.

Two clear tear tracks appeared on Jeanne d'Arc's fair cheeks.

"Camilla... is dead."

"..."

Ian was at a loss for words.

If the earlier Jeanne d'Arc Alter was angry because of Camilla's death;

At this moment, she felt sorrow and grief for the death of this servant.

Thinking about it this way, she probably already had such intentions when she encouraged Atalanta earlier.

Is this a genuine expression of emotion, or just pure emotional confusion?

Ian was completely unable to determine the cause.

but--

He felt that she reminded him of a past illusion.

Was my younger sister crying like this back then?

Just then, Jeanne Alter turned around, looked up at the man, her eyes already filled with tears.

"Hey!"

Why can't I see things clearly?!

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ian reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Jeanne d'Arc's face, speaking softly.

"Because you're crying."

"I didn't cry!" Jeanne Alter retorted defiantly. "How could I possibly cry!"

"I am the Dragon Witch!"

"I would never cry?! Don't talk nonsense!"

"..."

Ian sighed.

"Okay, okay, you said you didn't cry, so you didn't cry."

"That's pretty much it..."

Jeanne Alter sniffed, then stared at Ian, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

She didn't know what that emotion was, but she knew what she had to do.

The girl tiptoed and slowly moved closer to the man's lips.

The sun rises in the southeast.

The warm sunlight shone on the two of them, silently framing the healing kiss.

But at the same time--

A figure appeared in the distance outside the city.

That was Joan of Arc, holding a white holy banner.

At that moment, she saw that kiss bathed in the sunlight, and her gaze began to wander.

"elder brother?"

229. Joan of Arc: Give him back to me! /The Idol Who Disdains the Masses/Magic Source (4k)

Let's turn back time to before sunrise.

Joan of Arc awoke because of a voice in her dream.

"Dragon's Roar (Kilenc Sarkany) --!"

Upon confirming that her Master had awakened, Elizabeth Bathory, who had been summoned, immediately activated her Noble Phantasm.

The little girl began to spin the magic spear in her hand, named Prison City Chachdis, and started chanting a mysterious incantation.

The afterimages swayed, and thunder roared.

next moment.

It began to function like a megaphone, dispersing the sound from the magic gun outwards like waves.

That was a terrifying breath.

The moment it was released, it directly caused a powerful impact on everything around it—the dark figure confronting it was no exception.

She was clearly distracted by Elizabeth Bathory and found it difficult to mount a strong offensive.

"It's full of flaws—!"

"How could someone like you possibly give an excellent performance?!"

Elizabeth Bathory channeled her magic into her magic spear and thrust it directly at the shadowy figure attempting a surprise attack in the dead of night.

I have to say is.

Although Elizabeth Bathory appears quite petite, she is anything but hesitant when it comes to launching an attack.

Spit— rast—

The demonic spear pierced through the shadowy figure's body, sending scalding blood flying through the dark night.

"Hmph, vulnerable!"

Elizabeth Bathory, holding a gun, said this.

"My other self... I never expected you to be so weak."

"what is this!"

Mordred woke up, covering her ears—clearly, Elizabeth Bathory's indiscriminate attack had also affected her.

"..."

The shadowy figure seemed to realize that the situation was far more complicated than she had imagined. She swung her scepter and once again slashed at the little girl in front of her.

But how could Elizabeth Bathory possibly give her such a chance to be herself?

She swiftly pulled her magic spear from the other person's body, then swung it horizontally to the left and right in a blocking stance.

With a clang!

The magic spear and the scepter clashed once again, producing a crisp sound.

“Too weak!” Elizabeth Bathory exclaimed.

however--

The shadowy figure's attack was not intended to harm the little girl in front of it.

In the brief moment of confrontation, she withdrew her scepter, then kicked up dust and fled in another direction.

"Tsk."

Elizabeth Bathory looked somewhat displeased as she watched the black figure disappear without a trace.

"This is terrible... I can't believe my future self will turn out like that."

"How annoying! My mood has suddenly soured."

"that……"

Joan of Arc stared blankly at the battle that had been resolved in such a short time.

"You are--"

"Huh?!" Elizabeth Bathory turned around. "Didn't I just tell you that? Have you forgotten already?"

"Il Lisa Bai Barto Ri, is the Servant you summoned!"

"Really!"

"Remember my name well!"

A few minutes later.

The extinguished campfire was reignited.

However, there was one more person sitting around the campfire this time than last time.

That was Elizabeth Bathory, who claimed to be Joan of Arc's follower.

The little girl was hugging her legs, looking at everyone present with great curiosity, and she looked very cute.

Her gaze swept over Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, Mordred, and Jeanne d'Arc present, and then she uttered some strange names.

"Fawn."

"Little cow".

"Little sparrow."

"as well as--"

"Master."

"I know them all now—!"

Elizabeth Bathory's appearance was already cute, and using such a fairytale-like title only reinforced that feeling.

This prompted the perceptive Mash to ask her a question.