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

“But…it is indeed very beautiful.” Mary placed her hand on her chest, her face bearing an expression that Amadeus had never seen before.

“It’s so beautiful… Thank you, Mozart.” Mary smiled, tears welling in her eyes, as she looked up.

“…” After a moment of shock, Amadeus rubbed his eyes.

"That's good, Maria."

However, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered by two wild animals.

"Lord Anchin!!!" "Producer!!!"

Two female voices rang out.

I will no longer walk alone.

"Lady Anchin—!" "Producer!" The tranquil atmosphere vanished the moment those two voices rang out.

"Ah...is this hell..." Amadeus, once again traumatized, squatted on the ground. Mary, meanwhile, watched with interest the two Servants rushing towards the turbid side.

Elizabeth and Kiyohime are both very difficult servants in every sense of the word.

"Ah! How did the producer (Lord Anchin) end up like this..." The two women were quite frightened when they arrived at Zhuo's side by his numerous injuries.

“…It must have been those lunatics who did it…” With her eyes lowered, Kiyohime opened and closed her fan from time to time, scattering hot sparks.

“Ah…yes, there’s no one else but them.” Elizabeth’s expression also turned unpleasant, but she then squatted down next to Ritsuka.

"Hey... Little deer, how is the producer now?" Elizabeth pointed to the unconscious Zhuo lying on the ground.

"Cough! Cough cough..." Suddenly, Zhuo woke up at the best (and perhaps the worst) moment.

With great effort, Zhuo opened his eyes and saw his companions quickly gathering around him. Suddenly, he chuckled.

"Hiss..." The charred skin regenerated under Ritsuka's emergency healing magic, and granulation tissue grew back from the shattered flesh. However, the lingering bone fatigue and mental exhaustion still made his turbid mind feel dizzy.

He sat up unsteadily, and finally breathed in the French air again.

"...So, I've finally come back." Looking around at the Servants who had gathered around him, Zhuo patiently lingered on each person's face for a long time.

Finally, I saw the familiar silver-haired beauty's gentle smile, and a sense of pride welled up within me.

“Mr. Nianzhuo! You’re finally awake!” Mashu threw herself into his arms, and Zhuo could only smile and gently stroke her head.

"...Oh, thank goodness the producer is awake, otherwise my concert would have had to be postponed." Elizabeth looked at Mashu with a hint of envy, wondering if she should also pounce on him and try.

"Lord Anchin... It was all my negligence that prevented me from catching up with you." Kiyohime apologized with a guilty yet polite tone, but her next words filled Takumi with fear.

"Next time... Lady Anchin won't be able to shake me off..."

"By the way, you're still here..." Mashu peeked out from her arms and looked at Elizabeth and Kiyohime, who had been clamoring to leave.

"Well~ isn't this great? Don't you think so?" Elizabeth nudged Kiyohime beside her, giving her a frantic hint.

"Do you have any complaints about us being here? We can lend you a hand in battle, you know?" Kiyohime covered her mouth with her fan and argued, "And... we can even help take care of your wounded~"

"Ahhh—" Zhuo suddenly felt that his future was bleak.

"Eh? I'm very grateful, but—" Mashu was about to say something when Kiyohime suddenly turned to look at Ritsuka.

"Speaking of which, over there... Ritsuka?"

"Huh?" Ritsuka was caught off guard and didn't react immediately when someone called her name. She pointed at herself and asked, "Were you calling me?"

"Of course I'm calling you... Can we form a temporary contract? Yes, of course, just stick out your little finger." Kiyohime smiled and hooked her little finger with Ritsuka's outstretched finger.

"Pinky promise~ I'll hang myself~ If you lie to me, you'll have to swallow a thousand needles~" She then voluntarily released her fingers. "Alright, the contract is complete~ The Master-Master contract cannot be broken~ If you ever lie to me again, Master will have to swallow a thousand needles~" She then looked 'kindly' at the astonished Zhuo beside her.

"Lady Anchin, you're the same~ Lying is like swallowing a thousand needles~ Do you understand? Then please guide me."

Zhuo suddenly felt that the road ahead would be very difficult.

Meanwhile, after a long and arduous journey, Joan of Arc and Georgios finally broke the curse on Siegfried.

“Yes, that solves the problem! I knew I couldn't break the curse alone…” Joan clapped her hands, indicating success. “It's all thanks to Mary… without her, we wouldn't have survived. Mary, it's so good you're back—”

"Oh, no, no~ It's all thanks to Zhuo that I was able to come back~" Mary waved her hand, indicating that the credit was not hers.

"Hmm? Why does Miss Mary also call Mr. Nianzhuo 'zhuo'?" Oh, Mashu has discovered the blind spot!

"Then, let's protect what you chose to sacrifice yourself for back then~" With a hand outstretched, the French Women's Association of Joan of Arc and Marie Antoinette was finally re-established.

"To protect this era, this world, this country—and for that, we must defeat the 'Dragon Witch'... and that dragon." Joan of Arc, already resolute in her resolve, rallied her fighting spirit.

On the other side, Siegfried flexed his wrist.

"Alright—you can move now. I'm sorry, Ritsuka, for causing you all such a commotion. No, I should call you... Master, I sincerely thank you for going to so much trouble for me." Siegfried planted his greatsword on the ground and knelt on one knee before Ritsuka.

"In return, I will pledge my allegiance to you. I am the Master's sword and the Master's shield."

"My real name is Siegfried, a servant who is good for nothing but slaying dragons, but I would be honored if I could offer my humble efforts."

“…Ah, this…” Ritsuka had never seen anyone bow to her so deeply before, and she quickly looked around for help.

Zhuo turned his head to look at the side, whistling. Mashu was waiting for her answer. Elizabeth and Kiyohime looked like they were watching a good show, while Marie and Amadeus chatted on the side.

"...Why are you all just watching?! QwQ!" Ritsuka felt utterly helpless and on the verge of tears.

Fortunately, someone always heard her cries for help.

A whooshing sound came from overhead, casting a large shadow.

"Ah... it's a wyvern!" Looking up, Mash quickly identified the approaching enemy.

"Ah, that's great... no, it's too dangerous! Everyone, prepare for battle!" Ritsuka had never been so grateful for Feilong's rescue, waving her hand to signal everyone to prepare for battle.

"...It seems it's my turn to step in. Please send me to fight!" Siegfried raised his greatsword, ready to serve his country.

"...Ah, yes, do your best! It's up to you now!" Ritsuka gave him a thumbs-up as encouragement, finally getting out of the predicament.

“Yes. —Then, I’ll go!” Siegfried raised his sword and charged toward the oncoming dragon.

In an instant—the battle resumed.

Fortunately, I have a group of angelic companions around me.

The greatsword in his hand mercilessly reaped the lives of the dragons. Before the dragon slayer, who had recovered to his full strength, these subspecies of dragons had no power to fight back.

Sparks flew as the dragon's claws slashed across Siegfried's body. With the "Dragon's Blood Armor" skill, Siegfried was immune to any attack below rank B.

Looking at everyone's hard work, Zhuo suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He now understands their "spirit" as Servants better than he does in the game; they are heroes with flesh and blood, Servants who have etched their names on the monument of history.

Being able to fight alongside them is a wonderful story, like a dream.

The battle ended, and everyone returned to his side.

"Alright, now all the combat forces we could muster have been assembled." Director Mary's voice came through the communication device again. This time, there was no more bad news.

"And... Zhuo, it's really... really good that you're alright." The once proud and aloof Director Mary finally revealed her worry and joy. "However, as my servant, you mustn't be so reckless in the future!" Well, it seems our Mary is still that little tsundere.

However, this journey is finally coming to an end.

“Yes, Mr. Nianzhuo, and Master.” Mash’s joy was evident. “We have finally come this far.”

"Alright!!" Ritsuka excitedly pumped her fist and exclaimed, "Let's defeat the evil dragon together and take back Orleans!"

"Okay, okay~" With a rather helpless smile on his lips, Zhuo tapped Ritsuka's head, who was as excited as a child.

"Then let us raise the smoke of our counterattack!"

"Oh!" The morale of the crowd was finally ignited, and the clarion call for a counterattack was finally sounded.

"Hmph~ Since the manager said so, it's not like we can't help you~ little puppy." Elizabeth stroked her magenta hair, becoming excited as well.

"I can't resist throwing a concert in their castle right now!"

"Oh dear~ Since Lady Anchin has said so... then we can't be left behind, Master who has a temporary contract with me~ we are also willing to lend you a hand." Compared to her, Kiyohime was the gentlest one, opening her fan to cover her smile, Kiyohime's snake-like eyes were fixed on Nencho who was whistling beside her.

"...Did you just treat your manager like something selfish...? No...but never mind, I'm not some lowly dragon. One day, my manager will definitely remember me!" Elizabeth was unusually assertive. The two dragon girls once again engaged in an invisible clash of gazes.

"Oh dear~ It seems it's not just your dragon horns that are twisted~ You've started daydreaming, are you even thinking straight?" Kiyohime covered her forehead with one hand, looking heartbroken.

“This isn’t wishful thinking! It’s a certainty! It’s inevitable!” Elizabeth retorted defiantly. “My future manager will definitely think I’m his type! And then he’ll fall deeply in love with me! He’ll be clinging to me like a little piggy all the time!”

"Alright, alright, you're really making me speechless with optimism today..." Kiyohime said with a smile that said, "You're right about everything."

The two women resumed their traditional arts.

"...It's really nice to see the factions here so lively." With a touch of admiration, Giorgios stroked the longsword in his hand. "Of course, I will also do my part, however small."

"Ahhh... this sound is like hell." Amadeus covered his ears again in discomfort, trying to quiet down the argument between the two Servants. Then, looking at the group who were already preparing to leave, he said, "Oh? They're already leaving? Then I'll go too. Since we've come this far, I'll naturally accompany them to the end."

“Ritsuka… no, Master.” Jeanne d’Arc’s banner stood before her. “I am a weak Servant now… even so, I still hope to protect this world. So, please allow me to fight alongside you.”

"Of course, no problem~" Ritsuka smiled as she took Jeanne's hands in her arms, then looked at Mash and Nencho behind her. "After all, this is our mission~"

"Thank you so much...!" Joan of Arc's eyes softened, and she was finally relieved.

And so, the group set off in a grand procession to Orleans to defeat Fafnir.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast the Servants were, they still had to consider Ritsuka's ordinary physical condition. After walking for a short while, Ritsuka was already out of breath, and after a while, Nencho had to carry her on his back...

"Ah~ You're bullying ordinary people~" Night had fallen, and Ritsuka, lying on the grass, rolled around like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Sigh~ Let's camp here tonight. We need to prepare for tomorrow's decisive battle..." Joan of Arc glanced at the night sky and finally decided to spend the night here to rest and recharge. "Before that, we need to ensure the safety of the surrounding area."

He then raised his eyebrows again. "Everyone, prepare for battle."

"Huh?" The group of people were a little confused.

Zhuo quietly took out the signal axe and threw it in one direction.

A tearing sound of flesh being slashed rang out, and instantly, crimson eyes lit up all around.

Zhuo waved his hand, indicating there was nothing he could do. "After all, we're surrounded. But I hope everyone's movements aren't too... exaggerated, and try not to attract their attention. Hmm? Ritsuka." Zhuo suddenly realized that several familiar faces in the group were missing, and helped Ritsuka up from the ground. "Mash, Amadeus are gone?"

Meanwhile, Amadeus and Mashu were also surrounded by monsters.

"Oh no—I only wanted to get some water. I was attacked by the enemy. My luck is just too bad..." Shaking his head helplessly, Amadeus raised his staff.

On the other side, Mash quickly placed her shield on the ground and called to Amadeus, "Mr. Amadeus, come over here! I'll be the striker, you just stay behind me!"

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony… I wouldn’t say that, would I?” Amadeus suddenly stood in front of Mash. “This time is a little different from before. I’m not going to let Miss Mash charge into battle while I hide in the back! Let’s fight together!”