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

"Um... why do you call us by the names of small animals?"

"Oh, you're asking about that?"

Elizabeth Bathory looked at Mash, her innocent blue eyes now holding a hint of innate, pure evil.

"because--"

"In my eyes, you're not even human!"

"..."

Elizabeth Bathory spoke the most wicked words with the most adorable face.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a cold silence.

The first to break the silence was Mordred, who had just realized what was happening.

"Hey!" The girl stood up, pointed at Elizabeth Bathory, and said rather defiantly.

"what do you mean?!"

"What do you mean by 'in your eyes, we're not even human'?"

"Eh--?"

The little girl tilted her head slightly, revealing a puzzled expression that was hard to tell whether she meant it or not.

"Is what I'm saying really that hard to understand?"

"So you mean it doesn't count—?"

"You can't even understand something like this? Did you become a Servant through back channels, you idiot?"

Elizabeth Bathory wore an extremely sweet smile throughout as she said these words.

But that cuteness paired with this undisguised aggression now seems somewhat ironic.

"you!"

Impatient Mordred stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to beat up the little girl.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu quickly pulled her back, thus preventing a civil war from breaking out.

However, although they stopped Mordred, the two of them actually had similar thoughts to some extent.

"that--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat from her forehead, then looked at Jeanne d'Arc by the campfire.

"Lady Joan of Arc, how did you summon her?"

"This kind of personality is really..."

The half-baked Master didn't continue speaking, but instead looked at the saintess in front of him with a subtle gaze.

However, this was enough for Joan of Arc to understand her meaning.

But unfortunately——

Joan of Arc herself doesn't fully understand the situation yet.

"Feel sorry."

"I don't know how I did it."

"I simply heard a voice in my dream, and when I opened my eyes, Elizabeth was right in front of me."

"This……"

Upon hearing the truth, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred exchanged bewildered glances.

One of them had not received any formal training, while the other had no relevant knowledge at all.

Therefore, neither of them had any idea what Joan of Arc's words meant.

Mashu, who knows more about this, is in a different situation.

After hearing Joan of Arc's explanation, she began to think about it.

After a long while, the pink-haired girl finally spoke again.

"that--"

"If that's the case, I think Lady Jeanne might have performed a Heroic Spirit summoning."

"..."

Mashu's words instantly drew everyone's attention.

This made her a little embarrassed—a girl who had always been invisible in Chaldea was not used to becoming the center of attention.

Joan of Arc saw this.

She smiled and comforted the pink-haired girl.

"Don't be nervous."

"Just speak your mind bravely... and everyone will listen attentively."

Joan of Arc's voice was gentle, and her eyes were also comforting.

This inexplicably reminded Mash of Ian, and she immediately felt a little relieved.

"Um……"

The pink-haired girl looked at the little girl holding her magic gun beside her.

“Since Elizabeth acknowledges you as her Master… that means you have already established a de facto contractual relationship.”

"Based on what I learned at Chaldea, this can already be considered a Heroic Spirit summoning."

"This..." Joan of Arc's eyes still looked somewhat puzzled after hearing the explanation.

"If I remember correctly, Chaldea is the name of your organization."

"But--"

"I've never been there before, so is it possible to summon Heroic Spirits remotely like this?"

“Yes, that’s fine.” Mash nodded. “Chaldea isn’t the only place where you can summon Servants.”

"As long as the conditions are met, it can be done anytime, anywhere!"

"The conditions are met?"

“Yes!” Mashu nodded. “For example, a sufficient source of magic power... that can be accomplished with just a simple ritual.”

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka interjected.

"Huh? Are there any around here?"

“Well…” Mashu frowned slightly, “I’m not quite sure either.”

"..."

Listening to this coherent explanation, Joan of Arc looked down at her arm and began to think seriously.

Ultimately, she found her own answer.

"That--"

The saintess then showed the red mark on the back of her hand to the crowd once again.

"Do you think it might be guiding me to the 'source of magic' you mentioned?"

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc's words awakened Mash.

All the doubts in her mind suddenly came together.

"In that case—it is indeed possible!"

"After all, the one who launched the sneak attack was also a Servant... so there must be a source of mana used to summon the other party!"

"It's not surprising that the Master's Command Seals reacted to this."

"Wait a moment!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka also realized what was happening.

"If that's the case, then shouldn't we hurry up and catch up with that attacker?"

“But how am I supposed to tell her?” Mordred muttered. “She’s been gone for ages, hasn’t she?”

"..."

Everyone fell silent once more, lost in deep thought.

Elizabeth Bathory, however, still looked quite happy.

After remaining silent for a long time, she looked at everyone who was deep in thought and began to speak.

"If it's just about following that person... I think I can do it."

"Can you do it?" Mordred was full of doubt.

"Don't look at me like that, you silly little sparrow." Elizabeth Bathory gripped her magic spear. "I'm not the kind of servant who talks nonsense."

"but--"

"I have a condition."

“That is…” The little girl pointed to Fou on Mashu’s shoulder.

"Let me hug it!"

"Fu?!"

With everyone watching her, Fufu had no choice but to surrender.

Thus, with Fou as the "price," Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, guided by Elizabeth Bathory, began their pursuit of the fleeing shadow.

only--

The other party's class characteristics seem to allow them to conceal their presence quite well.

The group kept losing track of each other on the road.