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

Only an embrace can touch people's hearts.

The sun rises in the southeast.

Ian carried Atalanta step by step toward the city gate he had seen when he first arrived in Orleans.

"So this is what it feels like to be held," the catgirl exclaimed from the man's arms.

“That’s great—”

"I've decided... I'll try marrying my master next time."

With those words in mind, the catgirl took the initiative to meet the dagger she had prepared in advance.

Tick.

The girl's blood fell to the ground. Her fading body silently proclaimed the defeat of the witch's Servants.

The man was reunited with his companions.

And only one final step remains before the singularity can be repaired.

That is to reclaim the Holy Grail!

243. Joan of Arc's plan to recognize her sister/Reunion/The difficult-to-handle Black Joan of Arc (4k)

Time on both sides returns to this moment.

At the gates of Orleans Castle, the Demon King's castle.

All eyes were on Ian.

The man before her had spent far too long by the Dragon Witch's side.

At this moment, he was exuding an irresistible magical aura.

Are they enemies?

Or a friend?

No one dared to give a definitive answer.

Apart from--

Joan of Arc.

The moment she saw her brother, she ran towards him.

Even though the man was covered in blood, she still threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

"Brother~"

"..."

Seeing this incredibly familiar way of acting cute, Ian's heart, which had become sorrowful due to excessive killing, gradually softened.

He turned back into her brother.

He reached out and stroked Joan of Arc's soft, long golden hair, and said gently:

"Sorry for making you worry."

This incredibly intimate scene was also witnessed by everyone.

There was no direct confrontation, nor any tit-for-tat.

All that was there was was a gentle embrace—all the worries vanished in that moment.

Soon, Gareth and Mordred, the daughters, also ran over.

Then there's Mash, who is a Servant.

Finally, there's Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The girls surrounded Ian, silently congratulating him on his return.

Everything was just as Joan of Arc had said.

He never betrayed them; he simply helped them secretly in a different way.

A few minutes later.

Having regained trust, Ian told everyone present what had happened in the past three hours.

Mashu seemed quite surprised upon hearing these words.

"so--"

"Senior, is all the blood on your body from those Servants?"

"More or less." The man nodded, confirming Mashu's statement.

"Amazing!" Gareth exclaimed, as always, admiring his father.

"father……"

But before she could finish speaking, Mordred covered her mouth.

The latter pulled the former aside and whispered instructions.

"Gareth, don't shout like that in front of other people!"

"Father will be very unhappy!"

"..."

This was the first time Gareth had ever heard of such a request.

But she nodded anyway.

"ok, I get it."

Unlike the boisterous sisters, Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed something else in Ian's words.

She said:

"Um, Ian."

"Based on what you just said—"

"Don't all the Servants that Jeanne d'Arc summons have to die in this singularity?"

"..."

The man remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Ritsuka, you're right."

"This...is indeed part of the operation."

"..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was momentarily at a loss for words when it came to how to respond to Ian.

She is indeed very righteous.

but--

She still couldn't quite accept the idea of ​​her followers voluntarily going to their deaths.

not to mention.

These Servants all came to this era because of their own sense of justice!

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was feeling a bit lost, a hand gently patted her shoulder.

She turned around and saw that it was Joan of Arc.

The saintess smiled slightly, then spoke softly:

"Let me do this kind of thing."

After saying this, she glanced at all the Servants present and then bowed deeply.

She frankly admitted:

"I am truly sorry, Servants with a strong sense of justice!"

"I originally wanted to continue this journey with you."

"But for some reason."

"Now--"

"Perhaps you should return to the era in which you live."

"..."

The whole house was silent.

This is not an unforeseen situation.

After all, in a sense, this was equivalent to making those heroic spirits from various generations come for nothing, which had a somewhat mocking connotation.

but--

The Servants don't seem to think so.

"Master." Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart looked at Joan of Arc before him, his attitude as respectful as ever.

I want to know—

The question remains: "After I leave this place, will the land beneath my feet truly find lasting peace?"

"..."

Joan of Arc did not immediately respond to Mozart's question, but instead looked at Ian beside her.

This is asking him what he means.

The man didn't hesitate; he nodded and then answered Mozart's question.

"Yes."

“I assure you—after you leave, this place will definitely have the peace it deserves.”

Although she wasn't his Master, Mozart immediately understood something from Joan of Arc's attitude towards him.