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

Ian's opinion was, in a sense, Joan of Arc's opinion.

"I see."

The great musician nodded.

"Since the symphony of peace needs me to be a note in it—"

He spread his arms.

"Then I wouldn't mind facing my own death."

Mozart's attitude was clear—he did not object to being killed here.

Seeing his expression, Marie Antoinette hesitated for a moment, then placed her hands on her hips and spoke in a similar manner:

"Really!"

"Mozart, you spoke way too fast! You stole all my lines!"

As if joking, the queen from three hundred years in the future also looked at Joan of Arc.

"Master, I accept this ending too."

"Anyway——"

"As long as everyone in France is doing well, that's all that matters!"

"Other things... I don't care!"

Seeing that Mary was also willing to die to repair the singularity, Ian couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

but--

The matter did not end there.

Because Kiyohime approached at that moment.

She stood in front of Ian, tiptoed, sniffed the air a few times, and then said:

"You... are you a dragon?"

"what?"

Ian was somewhat puzzled.

In his past memories, he could indeed transform into Fafnir to protect his sister Joan of Arc.

But at this moment——

The man did not feel that he still possessed that ability.

Seeing Ian's expression, Kiyohime seemed to understand something.

She sneered, "Heh...it seems you still don't understand how to use your power."

"Never mind, it has nothing to do with me."

"Master——"

The petite Kiyohime looked at Jeanne d'Arc.

"Since it can indeed solve the problem... then please kill me in agony as well."

"I have no attachment to this land."

"Going back early isn't a bad thing."

Kiyohime's attitude was very indifferent, as if it didn't matter whether she stayed or not.

However, her words drew everyone's attention to Gareth.

The latter also said in a very casual manner:

"Since the problem can be solved—"

"Of course I don't care."

"Xiao Mo, it looks like I'll have to play with you another time!"

"Eh?!"

Although Mordred was reluctant to part with her sister Gareth, she knew it was the only way.

She wiped her eyes and replied with a smile:

"Okay! Let's play together again next time we meet~"

A cold wind blew.

The Servants disappeared one after another.

Ian stared at the Excalibur Morgan projected onto his mind without saying a word.

He realized that this was far more painful than he had imagined—after all, one of them was his real daughter.

but--

He also knew that this was a responsibility he had to take on.

Rather than letting his other daughter, Mordred, do the deed, he, as the father, should take responsibility for all the sins himself.

But the matter is not over yet.

To repair the singularity from the Hundred Years' War between England and France, in addition to eliminating all the Servants who shouldn't be there, there is an even more important condition.

That is to retrieve the Holy Grail that Lev buried in this era from Jeanne Alter and bring it back to Chaldea.

Only in this way can this distorted history be truly restored to its original state.

but--

Would that Dragon Witch really be willing to hand over the Holy Grail willingly?

Ian didn't have the confidence to say yes.

Just as the man was pondering this question, a figure appeared at the city gate.

That was Gilles de Rais, disguised as a Caster (magician) in human form—he was probably drawn here by the residual magic power left behind after the Servant dissipated.

The moment he saw Joan of Arc, the man's eyes widened instantly, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Saint!"

"She is a true saint!"

"..."

Hearing Gilles de Rae's words, Ian suddenly realized that he had overlooked something.

That is, Gilles de Rais, as the actual "summoner" of Jeanne d'Arc Alter, did not actually know that Jeanne d'Arc herself was still alive.

If this had been proven sooner, the situation might have been easier than it actually was.

but--

This doesn't seem to have much impact.

After all, Jeanne Alter had already been "summoned" when she met Gilles de Rais.

Even if he knew these things, it probably wouldn't change anything.

But then again——

He was able to recognize Joan of Arc at a glance.

This kind of piety is something that most people cannot possess.

A few minutes later.

Gilles de Rais, having learned the truth about the past from Ian and Joan of Arc, stood there stunned.

He was both happy that Joan of Arc had survived, but at the same time he was deeply pained by his own actions.

"Did I... cause so much trouble for Lady Joan of Arc and France?"

The man, upon regaining his senses, was filled with remorse.

He then realized what an absurd wish he had made to the Holy Grail.

Seeing Gilles de Rais in this state, Joan of Arc felt a pang of pity.

She thought for a moment, then spoke up to comfort the other person.

"that--"

“Jill, I don’t think you need to blame yourself so much.”

“After all, from your perspective… it really does seem like I died in that trial.”

"but--"

Joan of Arc took Ian's hand beside her, her eyes filled with love.

"I have actually been rescued."

"So I don't think you should feel guilty about it—at least not about me."

"After all... you wanted to revive me out of good intentions, and that can't be wrong in any way."

"..."

Upon hearing Joan of Arc's forgiveness, Gilles de Rais could no longer control his emotions.

The tall man burst into tears like a child, completely unlike his previous self.

Ian didn't say much about it—he knew the other person was just trying to be helpful but ended up doing something wrong.

The man waited silently for Gilles de Rais to finish venting his emotions.

Finally, he calmed down.

Ian patted him on the shoulder and spoke in a tone that was as neutral as possible:

"Since you know that what you did was very wrong."

"Then answer one question for me."

"How can I get the Joan of Arc you've 'summoned' to willingly hand over the Holy Grail?"