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

"Hmph... Mashu, don't be discouraged, you might be able to find one. Since the one who possesses the Holy Grail is... no," Marie quickly corrected herself, "the 'Dragon Witch' Jeanne d'Arc, then with its reaction force—that is, something like a restraining force—it might really be possible to summon a saint. In fact, Saint Martha has already been summoned, hasn't she? So, who else can you think of as a saintly Servant?"

"To me, you are the first Servants I have ever met." Siegfried shook his head helplessly, indicating that he could not provide any information and apologized.

"Jeanne and I only know the enemy's Servants..." Mash shook her head helplessly, indicating that she had no other choice. "What about Mr. Nianzhuo?"

Suddenly, someone called out a name, and then question marks appeared above everyone's heads.

"Who is that...? They seem like they're going to take the blame for something." Mashu looked at the person whose name Nianzhuo was asking.

"Ah... haha, it's nothing then." Zhuo realized he had accidentally shouted it out loud while he was making a joke in his head, so he squatted in a corner and gradually became withdrawn...

“…While it’s safer to act together, wouldn’t it be more efficient to split up?” Mary raised her hand to initiate a vote. “If we don’t break the curse of Siegfried the Dragon Slayer, we won’t be able to defeat Fafnir, will we?”

“But…” Joan of Arc seemed to hesitate about something.

"Joan of Arc?" Mary asked worriedly, looking at Joan of Arc who seemed lost in thought.

"Ah, no... It's nothing." Jeanne, regaining her composure, waved her hand to indicate she was alright. "That's true, I also think this is the safest approach, Ritsuka. What do you think?"

(Yuanfang, what do you think? (Extreme visual hallucination))

"Let's split up and search all of France together." After much deliberation, Ritsuka finally decided that breaking up the group into smaller, more efficient operations would be more effective.

"Saying 'fortunate' might not be the right word, but France's territory has been reduced to less than half of what it used to be." Matthew didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad. "Finding someone isn't difficult, but the problem is how we're going to group us..."

"Ahem, let's talk about that later." Director Mary coughed again. "As expected, the rogue soldiers and monsters that always appear at crucial moments have made their grand entrance."

"Eh... what... what was it again?" Is this the time for Mashu to be concerned about this?

Zhuo kept complaining in the corner, but still chose to stand up and stretch his wrists in preparation for the battle.

These poor children haven't realized the gravity of the situation. They've provoked a bunch of inhuman monsters! (Offer incense to the little monsters!)

We're all taking online classes together (by that scumbag author who copied this post).

Well, it's a one-sided battle with no suspense whatsoever. Chaldea's fighting strength is now beyond the capabilities of these fallen soldiers or wandering monsters.

The small skirmish ended when the tip of the flag was pulled from the throat of the last monster.

"I've got it!" Mary, her spirits lifted and a smile returning, raised her hand. "Now is the time to draw lots!"

"Now is the time for judgment." Recalling how he used the Old Tan experience card to show off back then, Zhuo, who was squatting in the corner, inexplicably regained his confidence. "Old Tan was beaten by Invincible, and now Invincible is in my hands. There is nothing to be afraid of anymore."

"Yes, what I've accumulated to this point is not all of it."

Standing up, Zhuo regained his confident smile and returned to the group's conversation.

"...Huh? If it's a lottery..." Mash looked at the Servants gathered around her.

Mashu, Mary, Amadeus, Siegfried, Jeanne d'Arc, Nenju, and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"...Seven people, how are we going to draw lots to divide them into groups?" Mashu asked, puzzled.

“You… don’t need to take care of me. My body is affected by the curse now—” Siegfried made no attempt to hide the severity of his injuries and his weakness.

"My body is already pineapple-pineapple!"

"Okay~ that makes six people, let's draw lots!" Mary nudged Amadeus, who was shaking his head helplessly beside her, her face beaming with excitement. "Ah~ this is the perfect time to draw lots! Amadeus, hurry up and draw lots!"

"You just want to draw lots, don't you..." Looking at Mary's eyes, Amadeus compromised again. "Okay, okay, I know. I'll make the lots. Let's draw lots to group the teams."

--Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right-- (Is something missing?)

"Am I... in a group with Mary...?" Joan of Arc stopped thinking as she looked at the slip of paper in her hand.

"Amadeus~ I'm entrusting Ritsuka to you now." Mary waved her hand, instructing Amadeus.

However, this time it was Amadeus's turn to frown.

This musical genius never flinched even when faced with disadvantages like Leon's, but this separation from Marie made him particularly worried.

"To be honest, I'm really worried about being separated from you now." Amadeus shook his head again. "No, or rather, I've never trusted you at all." Looking at the lot in his hand, Amadeus decided to accept the outcome.

"...But the outcome of the draw is determined by fate. Disobeying it might bring misfortune." At the same time, that playful smile returned to Amadeus's face. "Anyway, your Noble Phantasm can still be used to escape. Jeanne d'Arc is also a Servant with extremely strong protective abilities. Rather—we are the ones who are more unsettling."

Zhuo quietly looked at the man with the playful smile. It was less of a mockery of Mary's magic weapon and more of a way of reassuring him.

"After all, that musical genius and she parted ways in childhood and never saw each other again..." Zhuo clenched his fists, still feeling somewhat lost.

"This time... can I rewrite her fate?"

He shook his head, his turbid eyes gradually hardening, and stepped forward to pat Mashu's head.

"You're wrong, Amadeus. Our Mash is just as good at protecting others!" Zhuo patted Mash's head and began to boast without hesitation.

“Mr. Nencho, thank you!” Finally regaining her confidence, Mashu raised her head with a smile.

“No, what I mean is that we still have Siegfried injured here.” Amadeus’ eyes flashed with worry. “Sigh~ I’ve actually been used as a stepping stone to strengthen some kind of relationship…” He looked at Mash and Nianzhuo, who were in a tense atmosphere, with half-open eyes and a helpless pursed lips.

Upon hearing this "problematic statement," Mary's face once again showed concern for Amadeus's social skills.

"Amadeus, try to get along well with everyone, okay? After all, you're the kind of person who's easily misunderstood by your friends."

(Author's note: This feels like a mother telling her child, "You should get along well with your classmates at school." It's not just padding the word count!)

“What right do you have to talk to me like that, Mary?” Amadeus rubbed his temples and spoke up as well. “By the way, Mary.”

"Hmm?" Mary's innocent eyes naturally answered him.

"No, it's nothing. Be careful on the road. Don't go looking for a pastry shop just because you're hungry, okay?" Hiding his worry in his heart, Amadeus still joked with Mary in a lighthearted manner.

"What's wrong? I thought you were going to propose to me again, and my heart was pounding!" With a smile on her face, Mary started to bring up his embarrassing past again.

"--Wait! Why did you bring this up at a time like this?!" Sure enough, Amadeus's face immediately fell.

"A proposal...? Huh... to Miss Mary? Mr. Amadeus?" Mashu was taken aback.

"Ahem... So Mashu didn't know about this~ It's quite famous." Director Mary also turned on the communication device at this time and gave Mashu some tidbits of knowledge. "Mr. Amadeus, who is right there, proposed to Mary when he was six years old and she was seven years old at the time."

"Yes. When I saw him fall, I reached out to help him up. Then he stared at me with bright, shining eyes."

“Thank you, beautiful one. My name is Amadeus. If someone as beautiful as you is not yet engaged, may I be the first to propose to you?” Imitating Amadeus’s tone, Mary closed her eyes and recounted the scene.

"That's what he said to me~ It was the first time since I was born that my heart had been pounding like a deer."

On the other side, Amadeus was unusually squatting on the ground, covering his face, exuding an air of utter despair.

"I never imagined that this story would be passed down to later generations... It's a nightmare."

"Oh ho ho~ Of course, I've been excitedly telling everyone." With a benevolent smile, Mary covered her lips with one hand as she looked at the lifeless Amadeus.

"So it was because of you! So it was because of you! Didn't you refuse back then! What a bewitching woman!" The musical genius stood up instantly, abandoning all pretense of dignity, and angrily questioned Mary about why she was spreading her embarrassing past.

“Well, there’s nothing I can do… I can’t decide who I’m engaged to.” A hint of sadness flashed across Mary’s face, and the topic suddenly turned heavy. “And—”

"And?" Amadeus was just about to calm down when he was puzzled by this sudden reversal.

“You know very well what happened to me afterward, right? My decision back then was the right one. I’m so glad I refused.” Mary nodded with a look of certainty, feeling that she was very proud of Zhen.

"That's why you are so beloved as a musical genius."

"That is why I will face death bearing the infamy of a foolish queen."

"There's nothing I can do about it. Who told me to be so immersed in the beautiful dream of love?" Mary nodded, only in moments like these did her queen-like glory emerge.

"I must have loved France so deeply that I couldn't love any one person. I could only love the whole country. It was because I was such a reckless and arrogant woman that I was sent to the guillotine by my own people." Marie recounted this ending with a smile on her face, devoid of hatred or sorrow.

That is why she is the Queen of France, not the King's Empress.

That is why she is an icon of France and a symbol of French nobility.

It was precisely for this reason that, in an era of waning royal power, she accepted her fate, accepted the "love" of her people, and willingly went to the guillotine.

She is like the French iris, pure white yet containing a touch of... sadness.

Sadness. Those who hear this can only feel sadness. Perhaps their union was good, but if they really went back to the past, Mary would probably still refuse. She could not and would not tolerate a musical genius like Mozart becoming just an ordinary person and being branded as an evil feudal royal like herself.

"But—what about after death..." Zhuo listened, still feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

“Mary… this.” Joan of Arc tried to speak but couldn’t say anything.

"……………………" Silence. All the doubts and accusations that Amadeus had harbored were gone. Only resentment and sorrow remained in his heart. "…………What are you saying? Are you an idiot?" He wanted to scold her, to reprimand this idiot who loved the entire country without thinking for herself.

—But his words were weak and powerless.

“Am I an idiot?” Mary looked up at Amadeus’s twitching face.

“Of course, you’re so wrong. You just said you deeply love France, didn’t you?” Amadeus spoke again, glancing to the side.

“Then you’re wrong. It’s not that you love France, but that France loves you.” Amadeus turned away, always feeling a little embarrassed to say such comforting words.

“――――” With her crystal-clear eyes wide open, Mary paused for a long time before she reacted. “...Thank you, Mozart.”

This was the first time he had called out his real name in front of others.

The atmosphere seemed too heavy, and Mary suddenly spoke angrily, "Huh? Isn't this strange? Does it mean that the person who loved me ended up killing me?"

“Yes, that’s just how humans are.” Mozart, who also died young, nodded in agreement. “Love can easily turn into hatred, and it is precisely because you are so deeply loved that you are hated by people.”

"...Because of being loved, one can hate. To love deeply while simultaneously harming the one you love..." Mashu was somewhat confused.

“Is that so… Humans are truly incomprehensible. In the end, until my dying breath—no, until my very death—I never touched this love.” Marie sighed, indicating her own incomprehension. “But now I think it’s alright. Because I am Marie Antoinette, and I can still proudly proclaim, ‘I am the woman deeply loved by France!’ See you later, Amadeus. I’m off now! When I return, you must play the piano for me!”

Waving, the girl set off again. What she left behind was something that could make everyone—

A smile that makes the flowers of France bloom for her.

“Ah, Jeanne d'Arc, let’s keep in touch regularly.” Mash said, handing over a device. “This is Chaldea’s communication device. It can be used to communicate telepathically using magic.”

"Understood, then I'll accept it."

"You all need to be careful too." With a worried look, Ritsuka waved her hand. "Everyone, please come back safe and sound!"

"Yes! Thank you, Ritsuka. Be careful too." Jeanne waved goodbye.

"...He said some things that aren't really like me. Alright, let's go." Amadeus smiled again and joined Mash Ritsuka and the others.

"Do you still like Mary?" Ritsuka asked with slight concern. "If you're worried, it's okay to come along."

“How could that be? I’ve long since lost all passion for her.” Amadeus waved his hand, denying Ritsuka’s question. “For me, she was just a special turning point in my life.”

The musical genius suddenly spoke with a wistful tone, "...Yes, if I could have a normal life. The turning point that led me down that path was that marriage proposal. It's like what you call a cornerstone of human history. No matter what choices the man named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart made, the result would be the same."

"No matter what happens. No matter what kind of lover I meet, no matter what kind of friends I make, no matter what kind of happiness I gain. I will dedicate my body and soul to music as I am now, and in the end become a scoundrel who has abandoned all human virtues." With a self-deprecating smile, Amadeus was certain that this would be the fate of the man named "Mozart".

"But there is only one exception." He smiled, a smile that had nothing to do with preference or adornment, a particularly pure, childlike smile. No, it must have been the same smile he showed Mary when he was six years old.