Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

He raised the gift in his hand and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Happy birthday, daughter," she thought he would say.

“Yes, happy birthday, Dad,” she thought she would definitely answer.

She had been waiting for this scene since she was 14 years old.

Let's prepare to set off—for the sake of humanity.

Rouen, France, June 2, 1431

Holding a black military flag, a girl with dark golden hair stands in the church, slowly uttering a spell of destiny.

"—This is hereby declared"

"Your body is under my command, my fate rests on your sword."

"By the call of the Holy Grail, if you are willing to follow this will, then answer my call."

"—I hereby swear an oath."

“I am the one who spreads evil throughout the eternal world (the underworld).

“But you should serve me by blinding your own eyes with chaos.”

“You are the one imprisoned in the cage of madness, and I am the master who holds its chains.”

"You are bound by the three great spells of words for seven days,"

"O guardian of Libra, who comes from the Wheel of Restraint—"

As the words fell, a man beside the girl, dressed in a huge blue robe with bulging, octopus-like eyes, holding a magic book, opened the door to the Heroic Spirit Link.

Magic particles coalesced, and a tremendous light flashed.

After the light faded, several figures were reflected in the enormous magic circle.

A swordsman with a girlish face wearing a wide-brimmed blue hat.

A white-haired man wielding a bayonet and dressed in luxurious black clothing

A Greek huntress wearing a green skirt and with golden cat ears that twitched occasionally.

A masked woman wearing straitjackets and holding a coffin-like instrument of torture.

And—a woman holding a cross, her long blue hair and white dress complementing each other beautifully.

These are all the heroic spirits summoned this time—no, there's one more.

Located in the corner, the monster made of pink and green is Another Knight Ex-Aid.

Looking at this group of Servants (presumably), the blonde girl wore a strange smile.

"—You've finally arrived, my fellow Servants. I am your Master."

"You understand why you were summoned here, don't you? Destruction and slaughter. This is my order to you."

As she spoke, her body trembled, like a child lost in a beautiful dream; the girl's face still retained a touch of childishness. She looked earnestly at her companions (Servants) before her.

"If there are vibrant streets, then destroy them to your heart's content."

"If there is a vibrant village, then ravage it to your heart's content."

"No matter how evil, no matter how cruel."

"The gods will forgive."

When the word "god" was mentioned, as if she had remembered something funny, the girl's smile reappeared.

"Even if it means divine punishment,"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Because that proves the existence of God."

"It's just a means to an end, rather than a means of love."

"Next, Jill."

“Bring him to me.”

"Yes, sir." The man called 'Jill' smiled slightly and followed the girl's command.

"Jill, you didn't hurt him, did you?" The girl asked with a hint of worry, as if she knew Jill's personality very well.

"Of course not, but have you thought about what to do with him?" The man asked with a smile, looking at the silent girl in front of him.

"Oh? Do you need my opinion?" A smile played on the corners of his lips as he looked at the girl in front of him with expectation.

"Oh, you're afraid I'll be bothered by this, aren't you?" The girl smiled, then suddenly turned her head.

"But there's no Kansai!" (Jojo face)

Cough cough -- back to normal.

"--Ha, stop talking nonsense. If you keep doing this, I'll kill you, Jill."

"Do you have to think about how to use a fork while you're eating?" The girl's eyes widened, burning with anger.

"The same logic applies to how to deal with him. I don't even need to think about it."

After some time, a fat man dressed in a magnificent robe, his face covered in cold sweat and filled with fear, was brought up to the church.

"Wh...what...? Where is this, and who are you...?" Looking around, the man instinctively clutched the cross to his chest, filled with fear.

"Answer me! Why won't you answer me! Over there—Eeya!?" The man's fear deepened as if he'd seen something that shouldn't exist; however, the girl seemed to have found something precious, excitedly calling out...

"Ah—Pierre! Bishop Pierre Cochon!"

"I've been looking forward to seeing you again!"

Filled with disgust and resentment, the girl lowered her eyes and said, "I, Joan of Arc, have never forgotten your face!"

The fear in the eyes of the man called Pierre Cove turned into disbelief, and he muttered to himself.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible!" The bishop's mouth trembled as he pointed at the girl in front of him.

"You...you...you...you are—Joan of Arc!? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" The man's fingers trembled, as if even the cross was about to fall off.

"You should have died three days ago! I clearly killed you! You should be condemned—"

Before the bishop could finish speaking, the girl known as 'Joan of Arc' interrupted him.

"Should I be condemned to hell...? Perhaps, Bishop."

"This must be... a dream, a nightmare. What else could it be but a nightmare...!" The man's legs trembled and he knelt down.

"Oh dear, oh dear, starting to escape reality, huh? That won't do, you need to wake up." A kick landed on the man's back, causing him pain, which made his legs even weaker. A sense of disbelief and doubt overwhelmed him.

"Aaaaaah!? Eee, ee, ee...!"

The girl walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at the terrified bishop. "What are you going to do next, Bishop!? Joan of Arc, whom you impeached as a heretic, is now standing in front of you." She looked at the cross that the man was holding tightly in his hand.

"Don't you plan to hold the cross tightly and pray to God?"

"Don't you need to insult, mock, ravage, and trample on me? The wicked Joan of Arc stands before you now!" Grabbing the man by the collar, Joan of Arc glared, her teeth clenched. "Don't you need to roar at me like a brave lion?! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

The man's face trembled as he made his choice.

"――"

(See you in the next game)

The opening ceremony has arrived.

"—" The man trembled, and he lowered his head in front of the girl.

"Spare me—" The man knelt before the girl, his head bowed, pleading in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Spare me?" Joan of Arc looked at the bloated man with his head bowed before her, her expression turning playful.

"Spare...my life!" The fat face was contorted in pain, and Bishop Cove's tears of fear streamed down his distorted face as he clung to Joan's legs, begging the girl before him to spare his life.

"Please spare me! I'll do anything, please spare my life...!"

The girl in front of him froze for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"--Ha, ahahahaha! Hey, did you hear that, Jill!?" She turned to look at the man beside her whose face had darkened.

"He said: 'Spare me, spare me! That bishop who tied me up, mocked me, and burned me at the stake!'" Looking at the shameful state of the man at her feet, "He's so humble now!"

"The bishop who murdered me like an ant, who patiently taught me with eyes full of loving kindness, is now begging for my life! Ah—how tragic, it brings tears to my eyes. Because this cannot save anything." He picked up the golden cross from the bishop's hand with one hand, looking at the ugly face of the man before him.

"Such a thin-skinned faith cannot be conveyed to God."

"Such a light-as-a-feather belief cannot take root in the earth."

"You actually forgot to seek help from God, and instead begged for mercy from me, who has been demoted to a witch. You are truly a disgrace to the faith." Joan of Arc kicked the man away with disdain. She looked at Archbishop Kovi, who was judging her, with amusement.

"Do you understand now, Bishop? Aren't you proving yourself to be a heretic?" Joan of Arc smiled, but said the exact opposite. "That's why I feel so sad, so sad that I'm almost laughing myself crazy! I say, you should think about this carefully. Bishop, you should know what punishment is given to heretics, shouldn't you?"

"...!?" The man paused for a moment, then the answer was obvious. He crawled toward the girl, grabbed her left foot, and pleaded, "No...no! No! No!! Spare...spare me...!"

Raising her head, Joan of Arc's cold golden eyes met hers. "What a pity, the chances of salvation are all gone. Besides, indulgences aren't sold in this era." She waved the black flag in her hand, as if looking at a lamb to the slaughter. "Alright—let's start from your feet. If I am burned by holy flames, then your body will be consumed by hellfire."

Flames rose from beneath the man's feet, instantly engulfing him.

"Aa ...

Unfortunately—less than a minute later, not even ashes remained. The man named Kovi had vanished from this place.

"...Not even ashes remained? I'm sorry, Gilles. I'm sorry to have made you waste your time on such a meaningless thing." The girl glanced sideways at the man beside her. But she found that Gilles, far from being disappointed, was looking at Joan of Arc with a serious expression.

"What are you saying? All of this is a meaningful punishment." Completely unconcerned about the horrific scene just now, Gil looked at the girl before him. "What about the other clergy who are barely clinging to life?"

"Hmm, interrogating them one by one is too troublesome. Let's feed them." The girl spoke cruelly with a smile. "Rejoice, my lowly hounds (Servants), the clergy who are barely clinging to life belong to you." Turning to look at the Servants who were still bowing in the magic circle, "As their Master, Jeanne d'Arc allows all of this. Devour their souls, crush their flesh, suck their blood like slurping soup, for we are the ones who have appeared in this world as 'Dracul'! My command is only one: purge this country—purge this error called France. Sweep and ravage it to your heart's content, starting with the nostalgic Orleans." She opened her arms. "Let this once vibrant and fertile land turn to wasteland, regardless of gender, age, or religion. Kill them all indiscriminately. This is the only command I, as your Master, give you, and thus I bestow upon you all the attributes of a Berserker. Whether saint or hero, dance with a frenzied spirit (mind)." The girl gazed at the faces of the Servants beneath her, admiring each one.

“Berserk swordsmen, berserk archers, berserk spearmen, berserk cavalry, berserk assassins, berserk magicians, and ‘he’ summoned in place of the berserker, and me.” Jeanne’s face lingered on the last one, the pinkish-green monster who had remained silent throughout. Instantly, the girl’s face crumbled.

"Hey, wait, wait! Who is this? How did you get here?" The monster's face twitched slightly as it looked up at the girl in front of it.

"Another Knight, Ex-Aid. I request to join your ranks. I am a servant of the Beast of Time." He extended a claw, as if shaking hands with a girl. The smile on Ex-Aid's face was a little...frightening.

"Ahem, alright then, I'll leave you be for now." Returning to the high platform, Jeanne looked at the Servants below. "As the arbiter of this world, I shall deliver my judgment. Those who cannot prove the love of the Lord have no value."