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

everything's ready.

The saint clasped her hands together and prayed once more.

Her desire was stronger than ever before; it was an overwhelming longing for her brother.

"Hopes scattered throughout history—"

"In the name of Jeanne Dalque, I extend my highest respect and most sincere appeal to you."

"If only I could hear you—"

"Please respond to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several beams of light shone within the summoning circle formed by the saintess's blood.

"What a delightful call."

“I…heard it.”

An elegant male figure appeared before the crowd.

He bowed to Joan of Arc, who was present.

“Caster Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is at your service.”

"But let's make this clear first—"

"I'm actually a musician, so I might be weaker than you think."

"Hey Hey hey--!"

Another figure appeared in the summoning circle.

She was an extremely beautiful girl—she had beautiful silver hair.

"Mozart, why are you pretending to be so weak now... are you trying to create a contrast and scare everyone later?"

"Oh~"

The silver-haired girl smiled sweetly and looked at the saintess and the others in front of her.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself."

"I am Marie Antoinette, and my class... is Caster (Magician)!"

"Vive la France!"

"Like you, I also deeply love this land—though that's probably three hundred years from now~"

Not long after the first two figures landed, a third Servant appeared in the summoning circle.

"There's a burnt smell in the air... Oh dear, did someone just lie here?"

As these words, tinged with a deeper meaning, were spoken, a petite figure slowly emerged.

It was a green-haired girl holding a fan.

Her expression looked like she was smiling, but it was also somewhat frightening.

"Nice to meet you, my Master... I am Kiyohime."

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm a Berserker!"

"If anyone lies to you—please let me know...I will roast that person to a crisp as soon as possible."

The last beam of light receded.

This is a symbol of the end of the Servant summoning.

A young girl dressed in ancient British attire emerged from the crowd, holding a long spear.

"Oh~"

"I've been summoned for the first time!"

"But Master, rest assured! Lancer Gareth will surely bring you victory!"

"Hey—?! Xiao Mo, what are you doing here too!"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?! Sister Gareth!"

The quiet night suddenly became noisy.

Heroic spirits from all eras came to Joan of Arc's side at her call.

Mashu's expression at this moment was more than just surprise.

She found it more of an unbelievable experience.

"Summoning four Servants at once, that's already the skill of a top-tier mage!"

"Is this some kind of family bloodline inheritance?!"

"Lady Joan of Arc...so amazing!"

Hearing Mashu's sigh, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly called out at that moment.

"I made a decision!"

"You've decided?!" Mashu looked at her in confusion.

“Yes!” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Mash beside her.

"I've decided that I'm definitely going to become an amazing magician someday!"

"Otherwise, situations like this, where I clearly need to find Ian but can't help at all... it's so frustrating!!"

"..."

Hearing this, Mashu took a few deep breaths, and her fighting spirit was ignited.

"That's right!"

"I have to work hard too—!"

"Ritsuka! Let's work together to get our senior back from that woman!"

"it is good!"

Under a sky full of stars.

The Saintess's team has assembled, forming a powerful fighting force.

Having witnessed the battle of the dragons, Orleans is about to witness another epic battle of Servants!

233. Ta-Miao wants to participate/secretly meet with the witch/Demon King's Castle Orleans (4k)

At dawn.

After a long night of flight, the evil dragons finally arrived at their destination just before sunrise.

With a soft "whoosh".

Atalanta jumped off the dragon's back and then stretched on the ground.

She had been on high alert the whole way, and now that she had arrived at the Demon King's castle, she could finally relax a little.

Her tail began to wag from side to side.

but--

Before Atalanta could even enjoy it for a few minutes...

She blushed deeply at the sight before her.

On the most powerful evil dragon, her master was passionately kissing the Servant she had chosen.

It was a scene exactly like the kissing on the city wall, but now it seemed to have become even more unsightly due to the lack of control.

The dragon witch, who is usually cold and ruthless in front of others, transforms into his most spoiled little girlfriend.

Her eyes were filled with desire as she looked at him, as if she were about to engage in a real master-servant relationship with him on the dragon's back.

Do not--

Atalanta lowered her gaze slightly.

To be precise, the master-servant relationship should be resumed.

Seeing this, the catgirl suddenly felt very thirsty.

Her throat was moving slightly, but strange images began to pop into her head.

If--

The one kissing Ian on the dragon's back right now is not the Master, but himself.

How wonderful that would be...

The moment she realized this, the catgirl's pupils dilated slightly, and then she raised her hand and slapped herself.

Atalanta! What are you thinking?!

Those are Servants chosen by the Master; they really have an inappropriate relationship!

It's already excessive to say that he and I had an impure relationship in private.

And now you actually want to do that kind of thing for her?!

No!

Absolutely not!

We absolutely cannot let it come to that!

Atalanta shook her head, trying to throw out the voice that had only just been born.

However, she soon discovered that it was not as easy as she had imagined.