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

But Elizabeth Bathory always managed to find a suitable path in the end, in a magical way.

"How did they manage to do that?" Mordred couldn't help but ask.

"is blood."

Elizabeth Bathory, who was holding Fou, seemed to be in a great mood and took the initiative to respond to Mordred, whom she thought was an idiot.

"It's complicated to explain, and a fool like you wouldn't understand anyway. Just follow along."

"..."

Despite being rebuffed, Mordred had no choice but to swallow her anger, considering that Elizabeth Bathory was indeed playing a role.

"I'll settle accounts with you sooner or later..." she muttered to herself.

Ever since——

After a night of running, the group arrived near the Jura.

Joan of Arc, longing for France, was the first to emerge from the forest.

But what she saw was a scene she had never expected.

On the city wall that separated the inside from the outside, a man and a woman were embracing and kissing passionately in the sunrise.

Normally, Joan of Arc would probably be very happy to bless them upon seeing this scene.

After all, she also longed for that kind of simple, unpretentious, yet beautiful love.

It's just that because of my past, I can't have too many fantasies.

But this time.

She simply couldn't do that.

Or rather, she couldn't even calm down.

because--

The two people in the saintess's eyes were truly extraordinary.

The woman had almost the same appearance as her, with only slight differences in hair color.

And men...

Then it completely overlapped with the image of him deeply hidden in her memory.

"elder brother?"

"How... how is it possible?"

Joan of Arc could not comprehend such a thing—her brother, who had always doted on her, was kissing another version of herself!

You should know that she's the witch who brought disaster to the French Dragon!

Why did things turn out like this?!

In the end what happened? !

Before the girl could fully recover, she and he on the city wall had already ended a kiss.

But the other Joan of Arc seems far from satisfied.

Her hands wrapped around the man's neck.

She looked at him with deep affection, then parted her lips slightly and whispered a few words with a smile.

The two kissed again.

Joan of Arc felt the world was about to collapse.

She could accept the poverty that came with living under an assumed name, and she could also accept the various inconveniences of living alone.

But there was one thing she simply couldn't accept.

That means someone is trying to take my brother away!

No matter who it is, that's absolutely unacceptable!

correct.

Is she a witch?!

She must have done something to her brother to cause this to happen!

Lost in her obsession, the girl gripped the sacred flag given to her by her brother and walked forward step by step.

It was an almost instinctive action, without any commands from the brain.

She got closer and closer to the city wall until she could clearly see their lips touching.

Unable to contain her emotions, the saintess raised the holy banner and shouted upwards.

"You witch—!"

"Give him back to me right now!"

230. The Stolen Brother / The Wrathful Dragon Witch / Whispers Between Siblings (4k)

At that moment, Joan of Arc was unaware of how dangerous her situation was.

The moment she shouted those words, an arrow was already aimed at her from the shadows.

That is Atalanta's bow of the heavens (Tauropolos).

As one of Jeanne d'Arc Alter's Servants, she had already sensed the flow of another unfamiliar aura and thus made preparations well in advance.

At the same time, as an Archer, she retains the ability to "act alone" with extremely high authority due to her habits from her previous life.

Therefore, even if Jeanne Alter did not issue any orders in this regard, she could freely set up an ambush like this according to her own ideas.

The bowstring is drawn taut.

Huh.

Green arrows shot out, then transformed in the air into an attack resembling a rain of arrows.

This is Atalanta's Noble Phantasm, the Phoebus Catastrophe.

In essence, it was a prayer to the sun god Apollo and the moon goddess Artemis, shooting out an arrow to ask for the protection of the two gods.

When it needs to materialize into an attack, it displays that each arrow can individually form a rain of arrows like a "calamity," thereby powerfully suppressing the target.

Logically speaking, this is not a treasure that cannot be avoided.

It could even be said that the pursuit of maximum range resulted in a significant decrease in the power of each arrow.

Some powerful Masters can even defend themselves using magic alone, without the help of Servants.

but--

Joan of Arc's attention was now completely focused on the two people kissing on the city wall.

She only wanted to shout out her heartfelt feelings to the man in her memory, to the point that she ignored everything else.

Emergency moment.

A dark figure flashed out from behind Joan of Arc.

That was Elizabeth Bathory—a servant who was said to have come to this world in response to the call of a saint.

She wielded the demonic spear Chachdis, the prison city, and perfectly deflected all attacks aimed at her Master, Jeanne d'Arc.

but--

She doesn't seem to enjoy doing this kind of thing on her own initiative.

So after successfully defending against the swift barrage of arrows, the petite loli immediately turned around and launched an attack on her master.

"Master, you little brat!"

"Is it really that obvious that you're rushing to your death?!"

"Eh?!"

Elizabeth Bathory's words brought Joan of Arc to her senses somewhat.

She then realized how dangerous her situation was.

Completely exposed to the enemy's sight;

To attract the other party's attention without warning;

If Elizabeth Bathory hadn't arrived in time, she would probably have died here on the spot.

but--

This realization seems to have come a little too late.

The girl's heartfelt cry had already drifted on the wind to the Dragon Witch's ears.

This completely contradicts her understanding—Ian is hers, so how can she ask for repayment?!

Eager to refute this claim, she looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The next moment, Joan of Arc's figure came into her view.

The Dragon Witch lost all reason in an instant, and her blood began to boil.

She pushed Ian, who was passionately kissing her, aside, then conjured up the flag engraved with the dragon's mark and held it tightly in her hand.

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She scaled the city wall and leaped directly to the ground, leaving a black trail in the air before landing safely.

Those beautiful eyes had lost their original gold color, replaced by a fiery red.

Every inch of the ground she walked on radiated terrifying heat.

"..."

Upon seeing the Dragon Witch, Elizabeth Bathory suppressed the emotions she had displayed when she was rebuking Joan of Arc.

Instinct told her that the girl in front of her, who looked almost exactly like her Master, possessed an extremely powerful reserve of magical energy.

Is this even a human?