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

"You were sparkling like that for a long time! You looked so beautiful!"

Watching Fujimaru Ritsuka perform so earnestly, Jeanne bit her lip.

But the orange-haired girl looked utterly ridiculous.

She couldn't help but laugh in the end.

"Pfft~"

The saintess rarely showed a smile.

However, she quickly realized that such behavior was rather impolite, so she quickly suppressed her smile.

At the same time, the saintess also knew that the people in front of her were among the few companions she could rely on at this moment.

"Everyone... here's what happened just now."

Over the next few minutes, Joan of Arc recounted what had just happened.

This is undoubtedly explosive news at this moment.

Joan of Arc truly met "the Lord"!

"This is incredible!" Mordred's eyes lit up. "Did he give you the Holy Grail?!"

"I'm sorry." The saintess shook her head.

"He didn't give me that."

“Then—” Mashu asked cautiously, “did he leave you any other guidance?”

"No, not at all." Joan of Arc shook her head.

"If I had to say... maybe only the first two sentences would be of any use?"

"..."

This is undoubtedly bad news.

The discussion fell into dead silence once again.

This time, it was Fujimaru Ritsuka who broke the atmosphere.

"oops!"

"Please stop doing this!"

"At least that person left a couple of words, right? It's better than nothing!"

“Yes, that’s right!” The observant Mash completely understood Fujimaru Ritsuka’s intention.

She quickly echoed his sentiment.

"At least we still have two things to think about!"

"But what can you figure out from that?"

Mordred sat down right by the campfire, crossed her legs, rested her chin on her hand, and struck a sorrowful pose.

"What do you mean by 'everyone has a skill' and 'the way of your salvation lies therein'? Can't you just speak properly? Why are you being so mysterious! Who can guess what's going on?"

"Fu!"

Mordred's description was a bit rough, but it is indeed the biggest problem at present.

In a sense, the so-called hints from the "master" are almost infinitely equivalent to zero.

Even Fufu knew this perfectly well.

but--

Is that really the case?

Joan of Arc did not think so.

As a devout believer, she firmly believed that the appearance of "the Lord" must have a purpose.

The key to solving the problem must be hidden in His divine pronouncements.

But what could that be?

Joan of Arc rarely faced such a difficult situation alone—in her daily life, these were things her brother had always done for her.

But now, she has to think for herself.

but--

This does not mean she is a stupid person.

Someone who could fool a girl in a church back then couldn't possibly be a fool.

correct.

According to the conclusion He gave.

The "Lord" does not exist at all—everything up to this point has been humankind's own wishful thinking.

Some of them have become reality, while others still exist in this world as fantasy.

From this perspective, what exactly are my hopes?

Joan of Arc quickly found her answer—to follow her brother's request and find as many servants as possible to go to Orleans.

It is precisely because I feel that I can achieve this that I firmly believe that "the Lord" truly exists.

and many more! !

Joan of Arc suddenly realized what was happening.

Since "God" is the embodiment of all hopes, it is the sublime expression of all human desires.

That means the key to everything is still people!

In this way, the opening two sentences take on a completely new interpretation.

"Everyone has a skill" - everyone has their own way of solving problems.

"Your salvation lies within this." — If you want to solve a problem, this method, which you discover for yourself, is the best choice.

Yes.

Ultimately, you have to solve your own problems!

The answer to the question is actually my own consistent "method".

There's no need to consider so many other things—the right path is to keep moving forward without wavering!

Joan of Arc, who had been studying the divine oracle, raised her head and glanced at the young women present.

"Everyone——"

"How do you usually perform summoning?!"

"I want to try it!"

—Beep—Beep—Beep—

Having reconnected with Chaldea, Mash immediately reported what Jeanne wanted to do.

"This……"

Olga Marie sounded somewhat troubled upon hearing the saint's request.

"It's okay, that's fine."

"But in that case, we need something that can act as a medium for magic."

"You... are unlikely to have that, right?"

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at her empty hand with some disappointment—all the Master Command Seals on it had been used up while protecting Jeanne d'Arc.

She is now practically a cripple.

Even if they want to do something, they are unable to do so due to a lack of ability.

Mashu, noticing this, gently patted her shoulder.

"It's nothing...it's just temporary."

"Once we find our senior, we won't have to worry about this kind of problem anymore."

Joan of Arc didn't notice any of this; she spoke directly at that moment:

"In that case——"

"Then use my blood!"

"Didn't you say... I have something similar to Ritsuka's on the back of my hand?!"

"..."

It must be said that Joan of Arc's statement at this moment did make some sense.

First of all, she does possess a Master's Command Seal, and can naturally be called a "magician" of this era.

Secondly, she did successfully summon the Servant Isalieb Bathory.

If the two are combined, it means that her blood likely contains a large amount of magic power—which is exactly what can serve as a medium!

After brainstorming, Olga Marie realized the feasibility of the plan.

But she was still very worried.

“I said… if we really intend to use blood, we might need a lot.”

"It's alright!" Joan of Arc replied decisively, like a saint in war.

"I can!"

Ever since——

Thus began a Servant summoning centered on Jeanne d'Arc's blood.

The girl cut her hand with the holy flag.

Under Olga Marie's guidance, the flowing crimson blood gradually formed a shape resembling a summoning circle.