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

He waved the black dragon banner in his hand, and black flames burst from the tip of his spear, colliding with the tip of Nian Zhuo's sword that suddenly rushed forward.

Their faces were now very close, so close that they could feel each other's breath. Black Jeanne stared intently at the armored Heroic Spirit before her, her eyes blazing with growing hatred.

"I'll remember you. Nameless Servant, state your name." Ignoring the weapons clashing between the two, Jeanne Alter etched the characteristics of the Heroic Spirit before her into her mind.

"Nian Zhuo is just an unknown cavalryman." A calm voice came from under the mask. Zhuo deliberately gave up the clash of strength. The black Jeanne in front of him was slightly better than him in terms of physical strength.

Moreover... Zhuo shook his burning right hand and looked at the black flames shooting out from the gun tip.

"The flames are a bit tricky..." Nian Zhuo subconsciously touched his chin. He raised the spiraling tip of his sword again.

On the other side, a swordsman as beautiful as a lily is fighting Jeanne d'Arc and Mash. Her elegant swordsmanship is like a pure white lily blooming on the ground, but it is also mixed with a lot of madness. It must be the effect of the (Berserk) skill.

Meanwhile, Martha over there simply watched (OMO).

Shifting her gaze back to Jeanne Alter, she noticed that the other person was also observing her. Nen-cho remained silent, but her figure swayed once more, and her colorless aura began to gather.

"What, aren't you going to attack? You're not a man who can't last that long, are you?" With a cold smile, it was Alter Jeanne's turn to beckon to Nian Zhuo this time.

A vein throbbed in his turbid veins. His figure flashed again, creating a series of sonic booms before rushing towards Black Jeanne.

This time, he still chose to confront it head-on.

The spear tip struck the spinning tip of Nian Zhuo's sword, producing a resounding clang of metal clashing.

Feeling the heat emanating from the tip of the sword, Zhuo immediately abandoned the fight and leaped up to stab at Black Jeanne's brow below.

As expected, it was once again deflected by the upward-pointing spear tip.

The figure, clad in turbid blue and red, leaped back and forth like a nimble rabbit, constantly entangled in battle with Black Jeanne.

Upward thrusts, jabs, downward slashes, diagonal cuts... the sword techniques taught by Galahad continued to deepen Nianzhuo's impression in his mind, and the sword in his hand became faster and faster, flashing out one after another.

Jeanne Alter also felt that the sword in the hands of the Heroic Spirit opposite her was becoming increasingly troublesome. After her thrusting attack failed, Jeanne Alter's free right hand burst into flames and shot them straight at the Heroic Spirit in front of her.

An explosion rang out, and Zhuo's figure was knocked back by the attack, putting the two at a distance once again.

Then, Zhuo slowly lowered his body, and a surge of air began to condense on the rapier in his right hand, while the wind he stirred up flattened the already shattered grass.

"Chaotic Return—" Zhuo took a step back with his right foot. The spiraling sword was already wrapped in a gale. After compressing the atmosphere, Zhuo unleashed a thrusting attack from the sword at a certain moment.

"--Dance of the Skies - Sudden!"

The spiraling air twisted like a horizontal hurricane, rushing towards the motionless Black Jeanne opposite.

The wind whipped her hair, and the chains binding her clanked and rattled in the gale, but Black Jeanne remained calm. Flames once more coalesced in her right hand.

Almost instantly, it grew into a sizable black fireball, meeting the oncoming hurricane-like spike.

The two collided, the wind fueling the fire, and the fire fueling the wind. The surrounding grass was instantly flattened and then burst into flames. The gale-force winds, carrying smoke, obscured the view of both sides. Black Jeanne's figure and Nian Zhuo's figure vanished simultaneously.

But—it's not over yet.

As Black Jeanne looked at the smoke, a sense of foreboding suddenly arose in her heart.

This premonition intensified after hearing the whooshing sound through the air.

Zhuo's figure pierced through the smoke and instantly arrived in front of Black Jeanne.

Black Jeanne waved her flag, trying to knock the man in front of her away, but Nen-cho, who had anticipated her move, slid through the oncoming spear tip.

Then, she grabbed the iron chain on Jeanne Alter's chest.

Once you touch the cassette, twist it easily.

He twisted the chain, held the cassette in his hand, and even playfully flicked it. Then, he pushed off the ground with his left foot, using the recoil to create distance between himself and Jeanne Alter.

Her face flushed; a place a young girl should never touch had just been touched by a strange man, even if only slightly.

"The cavalry over there, and the swordsmen!" Jeanne Alter clutched her chest, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger.

"Ignore those boring henchmen over there, kill this man right now!" The spear tip was pointed directly at Nian Zhuo. He loudly ordered his two familiars to kill the man who had disgraced him.

Martha, however, simply watched.

Suddenly, crystal-clear roses bloomed on the field. A silver-haired girl appeared abruptly, and the swordsman's breathing became erratic the moment he saw her, even his attacks began to show openings.

Mashu wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. After using her shield to repel the swordsman, she quickly returned to Nianzhuo's side.

"Amadeus! Hurry up and get it over with like a machine!" the silver-haired girl called out.

At the same time, an elegant male voice rang out. A man dressed in strange clothes appeared, waving his musical staff up and down to draw musical notes.

"Leave it to me, the Noble Phantasm is dedicated to the Requiem for Death!" The notes continued to draw out an elegant melody.

However, Jeanne Alter and her allies see it differently.

The immense pressure they felt rendered them immobile, leaving them no choice but to watch helplessly as the Chaldea group escaped.

Especially that man, looking at that figure, Black Jeanne's hand unconsciously tightened.

"Well then, everyone, take care! Goodbye!" With a wave, the silver-haired girl bid them farewell and quickly ran away with the Chaldea group.

After they left, the immense pressure I felt disappeared.

Jeanne Alter pointed at the cavalry who hadn't moved at all. "...Hmph! Cavalry, go after them. You should be able to catch up with your 'horse'. Don't engage them in direct combat. Just report their location to me, and then crush them in one fell swoop."

"...Understood." The cavalryman's figure flickered and disappeared.

"Hey! Is that assassin over there still alive?" Looking at Camilla, who had turned into black particles, Jeanne Alter clenched her fist again.

"It's all that man's fault..." Brandishing her flames, Jeanne Alter's anger intensified. "Next time, I'll definitely kill him..."

On the other side, Nianzhuo, who was on the run, clenched his fist.

"Feels good..."

This wave, this wave is—

The Chaldea group ran wildly until they came to a wide grassland before stopping.

"Ah... I'm so tired." Slumped onto the soft grass, Ritsuka felt completely drained. "I thought I was going to die just now~"

"I'm sorry... everyone..." Jeanne apologized with equal remorse. If Nianzhuo hadn't eliminated two enemy Servants and bought them time, there would have been a real problem.

"No hostile reactions can be detected here anymore." The director's communication came through at that moment. "By the way, a spiritual vein has been discovered in the forest not far from you... You know what to do, right?" After the great fall, some good news finally arrived. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“I understand. Lady Jeanne d'Arc... and this lady is…” Mashu cautiously inquired about the silver-haired noblewoman's real name.

"Hi~ I'm Marie Antoinette." With a gentle smile, the silver-haired Servant made a peace sign with her fingers. "The cute kids over here are Mash and Ritsuka, right? You can just call me Marie or Miss Marie~ I'd be very happy~"

"Well, how about... Lady Mary, or Queen Mary... or something like that?" Mashu closed her eyes somewhat awkwardly and tentatively tried to say the two titles again.

“No, absolutely not,” Mary suddenly became serious. “Miss Mary is better, like a little lamb.”

"Then... what about Miss Merei?" Ritsuka tossed her orange side ponytail and called out tentatively.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Nice to meet you, I'm Miss Mary~" She smiled happily while looking Ritsuka up and down. "Hmm~ Women who are quick-witted are very charming~ Let me guess~ Are you quite popular!?"

“…Um, Miss Mary, may I say something?” Mashu was clearly overwhelmed on the other end.

Only then did Mary belatedly realize what had happened, her cheeks flushing red. "Ah~ I'm sorry. Look at me, I was talking so animatedly all by myself, it's so embarrassing. So, what do you want to say?"

"We've discovered a powerful spiritual vein in the nearby forest. We plan to head there to use it as a base... Everyone, no objections?"

"Of course~ I'm fine." - Joan of Arc, feeling guilty.

"Mmm~ You should call me Miss Mary~" comes from the enthusiastic Mary.

“Ah, please don’t mind me, I’m with Mary.” Amadeus.

"Well~ I'm fine with it~ But Zhuo was sitting there all by himself just now, is that alright?" asked Ritsuka, who raised her hand.

"Nianzhuo? Mr. Nianzhuo?" Mashu tugged at Nianzhuo's sleeve, observing him with slight concern. "Did you get injured during the battle just now?"

"Hmm? Ah, I'm fine, Mashu. Let's head to the Spirit Vein next." As if waking from a deep sleep, Zhuo met the crystalline purple eyes before him.

Rewind a few minutes—

Looking at the blue light screen that the system had unfolded in front of me

"Congratulations, host. Mission complete. Reward: Drive watch face x1. Extra rich soy milk experience card will be issued later."

"Furthermore, the cartridge in the host's possession can be directly fused with the Ex-Aid watch face to become a level 5 Dragon Knight Hunter (single-player mode)."

—Come back~~—

"Then it's settled. Let's discuss the future together once we get there." Mashu smiled as well.

"Yes, all our efforts haven't been entirely fruitless." With that thought, everyone started walking again.

Unexpectedly, upon arriving near the spiritual veins in the forest, they found that a great many demonic creatures had already gathered there.

"I didn't expect so many monsters to gather at the spirit veins..." Mashu raised her shield and assumed a fighting stance. "Everyone, let's drive them away together!"

—A battle that doesn't need much description—

The glass-like roses faded away, and the last monster also turned into smoke and dust.

“…Next, let’s establish the summoning circle.” Mash laid the shield flat and followed the director’s instructions step by step.

Finally, several shimmering magical dots appeared on the shield, and then rotated to establish the summoning circle.

"Now that everything is settled, let me reintroduce myself~" Clapping her hands, the silver-haired noblewoman stood up again. "My real name is Marie Antoinette. My class is Rider~ As for what kind of person I am, I hope everyone will experience it for themselves." As she spoke, a troubled look appeared on Marie's face. "Also, I regret to inform you that I do not know the reason for my summoning, because I do not have a Master."

On the other side, the man with the strange hairstyle also spoke up, "My name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart." He pointed to Marie beside him, "My situation is the same as hers. Why was I summoned? Am I really a hero? I have no idea. I am indeed great... but I am just one of many artists... For the sake of music, I do know some magic, but that's only because I'm interested in the music played by demons."

“My name is Mash Kyrielight, and I am a Demi-Servant. My true name is yet to be revealed.” With a friendly smile, Mash pointed to Ritsuka beside her. “This is Fujimaru Ritsuka, my Master.”

"Oh~" The gentle smile immediately won Mary's favor.

"Oh my, what an interesting way to greet someone, ya...ya~ho~nice to meet you~" Then Mary saw the last syllable, "So, who is this Servant over there~you seem to be very strong in battle~are you some famous Heroic Spirit?"

"My name is Nian Zhuo, and my job is cavalry." A brief self-introduction: "Hello... French noblewoman."

"Hmm~ Call me Miss Mary." Meeting a pair of imposing blue eyes, Nian Zhuo finally gave in and said, "Hello... Miss Mary."

"Mmm~ Good boy. But I always feel there's a hint of evil about you. I must be mistaken~" Nodding, Mary looked away with satisfaction. "But~ ah~ ho~ I feel like I don't have Ritsuka's charm. Is it because I'm more of a coquettish type? Hey, Amadeus, ah~ ho~!"

The musical genius laughed heartily, "Wow~ great, Maria! Please keep that tone in the future! Even a century-long love affair can be completely ruined!"

“…Ugh…” This time it was Mary’s turn to be embarrassed. She turned her head and said, “I’m sorry, Ritsuka. Ah~ Heh~ This way of greeting is indeed very exciting, but I still have to hold back my tears and seal it away. The fact that Amadeus is so happy shows that this is not the kind of wording a lady should use.” To so bluntly slander a famous musical genius in history, only this noble lady who had won his heart would dare to do such a thing.

"Ah, don't say things that damage my reputation. You're making it sound like I'm some kind of perverted gentleman who likes to tell dirty jokes."

“I don’t care~ You act like a little kid when it comes to things other than music.” Mary said dismissively, expressing her dissatisfaction with him.