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

Purple magical light burst forth from the book in the magician's hand, but Joan of Arc, who could no longer bear to see her former friend fall into villainy, was unwilling to let him continue in such a deluded state. She quickened her pace and thrust the flag in her hand at him.

"Jill...I will liberate your soul!"

With most of the enemies behind them cleared out, everyone rallied and prepared for battle.

"Ritsuka, give the order." Zhuo gripped the spear-sword tightly, the bright silver blade pointing straight at the blue-robed mage's heart.

Taking a deep breath, Ritsuka cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, "Everyone! Let's charge!"

The Servants' figures transformed into the sharpest blades, heading out to take away the souls of those who had fallen into evil.

However, the spellbook in Jill's possession, {Prelati's Spellbook}, is bound in human skin. It can summon and command monsters from the deep sea. This book possesses the ability to act as a magical core, capable of casting grand magic and ritualistic spells on its own, regardless of the caster's own magical power.

Countless sea monsters crowded into the corridor, attacking the Servants' blades. Even though Gilles de Rais poured almost all of his magic power into the human skin book in his hand, the sea monsters were ultimately just low-level monsters.

"zio--giligili slash!" The silver torrent reappeared, burning away all the sea demons that blocked its path.

Then, the sword light pierced through the layers of sea demons blocking Gilles de Rais's path with unstoppable force, tearing open his large robe, and ended with a "splat" sound of flesh being torn apart.

"!" Jill was horrified as she watched the blood gushing from her chest. She quickly summoned several more sea monsters to block everyone's view, while she herself retreated rapidly.

"...Even so, you couldn't kill him in one strike..." Zhuo flicked his sword, removing the Zi-O watch face from the blade. He looked up at the sea monsters blocking his view, as if he could see the figure hiding behind them through them. "They are indeed very strong... I couldn't deliver a fatal blow."

Just as Zhuo was about to use Drive's accelerated form to violently defeat the enemy, someone tugged at his hand from behind.

Turning around, I saw Kiyohime and Elizabeth.

"Lady Anchin, we'll hold this Servant back. You should leave now!" The fan unleashed layers of flames, burning away the sea demons blocking Nianzhuo and the others' path.

“Yes, Manager,” Elizabeth said, placing the microphone attached to her spear to her lips. A deafening dragon roar erupted, instantly scattering the sea monster that was lingering in its path. “I showed you my rude side outside earlier. This time, let Manager see just how talented the idol you’ve been training really is!” Elizabeth raised her spear again and stood with Kiyohime, blocking the sea monster’s path.

"Go and fight the final boss!"

“You…” Watching the two girls fight so hard, Zhuo felt a mix of emotions. “Even though I have no memory of you right now… I will remember this kindness forever.”

"Let's go! Ritsuka, Mashu, this is the final round of this game!" There was no time for him to overthink, and Zhuo was the first to break through the encirclement of the sea demons and rush towards the depths of the castle.

With the help of Kiyohime and Elizabeth's guidance, Ritsuka and Mashu followed in Zō's footsteps.

“That man…!” Gritting his teeth, Gilles de Rais clearly saw the figure that had just flashed past him. “How dare he insult our noble saintess so many times! Unforgivable… Unforgivable…!” Turning around, ignoring the blood dripping from his chest wound, Gilles de Rais wanted to chase after Nian Zhuo and kill the man who had insulted his noble saintess.

However, things didn't go as he wished. He had just taken a step when the sea monster behind him was swept away by flames and dragon roars. With a twisted face, Gil turned around and glared at the two women blocking his way.

"I heard that Lady Anchin and the others have important business to attend to," Kiyohime said, opening her fan to cover her mouth. Her arched eyebrows seemed to be smiling, but her tone was as cold as ice. "How dare you block my meeting with Lady Anchin... Wizard, may I ask you to lie down here for a while?"

“Yeah, right.” Elizabeth twirled the microphone in her hand, her tail swishing behind her. “We finally managed to get together with our manager this time, and you still want to stop our rehearsal?” Pointing to the empty corridor behind her, a mischievous smile spread across Elizabeth's face. She rubbed her two little fangs, her gaze appearing remarkably “kind.”

“Hey, sir, those running behind me are my men. Could you please—” A cold glint flashed from the tip of her gun as Elizabeth charged toward Gilles de Rais.

"Please don't move around here, okay?"

---The smoke of battle has not yet dissipated.

As Joan of Arc ran along the road, she seemed somewhat absent-minded.

"Jeanne, what's wrong? You've been so distracted since the beginning." Mashu slowed down and ran to Jeanne's side, asking with concern.

"It's nothing, there's just something that's bothering me..." Jeanne paused, then waved her hand to reassure Mashu. "Really, it's nothing, nothing serious." Patting her cheeks to cheer herself up, Jeanne subtly changed the subject.

"More importantly, we're about to confront the 'Dragon Witch,' and after that, no one should be able to get in our way anymore. Let's go!" With that, Jeanne quickened her pace and ran at the front of the group.

Zhuo watched her retreating figure silently.

Finally, they arrived at the gate of the palace located at the deepest part of the palace. They pushed open the gate, and sure enough, the figure of the "Dragon Witch" was in the palace.

Alter Jeanne remained calmer than expected as she watched the arriving crowd.

"...They've arrived earlier than I expected." Jeanne Alter flicked her fingers, showing none of the panic one might expect from being cornered. However, the Servant summoning circle beneath her was too late. "Then I'll have to rearrange the spell—"

"The Dragon Witch." Having met her for what felt like the umpteenth time, Joan of Arc stepped forward once more to confront her.

"You've finally arrived. Gilles—" Jeanne Alter closed her eyes and sensed it, still able to feel that familiar reaction. "Although you're still alive, you're being held back by your people, aren't you?"

"Fine, I'm ready anyway." As she pulled up the black flag standing in the center of the summoning circle, Jeanne Alter's aura rose steadily.

“But before I fight you, I have something to tell you.” Joan of Arc touched her chest, looking directly into the face opposite her that mirrored her own. “—This is what Mary told me. So I only have one question for you.” Joan of Arc stared intently into the other’s dark golden pupils, posing her final question.

"What else do you want to ask now---" Jeanne Alter said impatiently, picking her ear, but instead of attacking, she waited for Jeanne's question.

“It’s a very simple question.” Joan of Arc pointed to her head. “Do you… do you still remember your family?”

The question Joan of Arc asked her "other self" was mundane and even seemed absurd; to those who didn't know better, it might seem comical.

Joan of Arc and her other self are both Joan of Arc, how could she not remember her family?

However, upon hearing this question, Jeanne Alter's pupils widened, and after reviewing her memories, she stood frozen in place.

"………………Why?"

A dead silence.

Another self that shouldn't exist

"Jeanne... Miss?" Mashu stared at the two Jeannes in confusion, as if she couldn't understand the question.

Zhuo, as if he had expected it, stood to the side with his arms crossed and watched.

“That’s why I said it’s a very simple question.” Joan of Arc met the other’s gaze. As her suspicions became more and more certain, her eyes grew increasingly complex. She placed her left hand on her chest, closed her eyes, and gently recalled the question.

"No matter how vivid the memories of the battlefield are, what I have more of in my mind are the memories of being a country girl." As if recalling some funny childhood memory, Joan of Arc smiled and looked directly into the other person's dark golden eyes. "Even my dark side could not forget the pleasant time of that pastoral life." Then her expression turned serious, and she shook her head.

"No, it should be said that it is precisely because we cannot forget that we feel despair, lamentation, and anger towards betrayal and hatred."

Alter Jeanne's face showed unprecedented turmoil. She opened her mouth as if to refute the "country girl" before her, but she couldn't utter a single word. "I..."

“You—have no memory, right…” Jeanne d’Arc carefully observed Jeanne Alter’s expression and stated this “fact.”

"So what...so what!" Alter Jeanne roared at Jeanne d'Arc, her voice filled with resentment. "Whether I have memories or not, it doesn't change the fact that I am Jeanne d'Arc!"

“That’s true.” Joan of Arc nodded in agreement. “It doesn’t matter whether you have the memory or not.”

Then, Joan of Arc clenched her fist. This was the first time since arriving at this singularity that the saint had taken the initiative to challenge the opponent. "But now, I have finally made up my mind. I will not defeat the 'Dragon Witch' with anger, but with compassion."

"----Servants!" Jeanne Alter was equally enraged. With a wave of her banner, more and more figures shrouded in shadow and darkness appeared behind her.

Judging from his appearance alone, he looks very similar to the Shadow Followers that Nian Zhuo had seen before.

but----

"Awoooooo!" Roaring, these irrational Servants, unable to even use their Noble Phantasms, charged forward with howls.

“These are… Shadow Servants I’ve seen before in Fuyuki City… and there are so many of them!” Mash’s hand holding the shield trembled slightly, but the approaching claws told her that there was no time to guess and she immediately threw herself into the battle.

"Although I don't have time to summon Servants in the conventional sense," Jeanne Alter waved her flag and summoned several black figures again, "Servants of this caliber can be mass-produced as many as I want."

"Slaughter!" At this command, numerous shadow followers charged forward.

"Everyone! Prepare to fight!" Ritsuka shouted as she dodged the sharp claws behind her.

"Alright!" Mash stood before her, shield in hand. "Mr. Nianzhuo! Battlefield support is yours!"

"Understood!" She transformed her sword into a spear, and a purple energy blast pierced the chest of a shadow servant attempting to ambush Mash and the others. "You're nothing but a bunch of mindless beasts. Go to hell!"

In an instant, the palace descended into chaos.

"Finish Time-----" "Sure sure, fire-!" Attaching the Zi-O watch to his gun, numerous purple energy bullets converged into a dense barrage, instantly breaking through the formation of the shadow servants summoned by Jeanne Alter.

"Hmm... I didn't expect you guys could actually break through that situation...!" Jeanne Alter clicked her tongue in frustration, her expression gradually twisting.

Standing before her, Joan of Arc raised her banner high, proclaiming, "The decisive battle has finally arrived...! 'Dragon Witch'—!"

"Shut up!" As if disgusted by the way she was addressed, Jeanne Alter met the oncoming banner head-on without dodging or flinching. "Then let's settle this once and for all, and see whether despair or hope will win---!" Her words suddenly paused as she brandished the banner and clashed with Jeanne d'Arc's weapon.

"Or rather, will murderous intent prevail! Or will pity prevail! Try to surpass me—Joan of Arc!"

Next up is the battle between Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne Alter.

However, now that Jeanne has overcome her confusion and regained her self and confidence, and with Ritsuka's support, her offensive quickly weakened.

Finally, Jeanne Alter inadvertently revealed an opening, and in an instant, Jeanne's weapon pierced her side.

"Wh...what..." Clutching her side, Jeanne Alter could hardly believe it. "How...how could this be? This is absurd. Impossible, this is a lie!" Holding her blood-stained hand in front of her, Jeanne Alter shouted in disbelief, as if her illusion had been shattered.

"Because I possess the Holy Grail! The one who possesses the Holy Grail cannot lose!" Suddenly, her tone shifted, becoming somber. "That's how it should be...!"

On the other side, dragging a bloodstain, a figure that everyone present recognized appeared.

"Oh! Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! How heartbreaking your appearance is...!"

"Gil de Rai!" Zhuo shouted in disbelief upon seeing the approaching figure.

"Gilles..." Joan of Arc looked weakly at the man in front of her and sat down on the ground.

“However, I, Gilles de Rais, have come to lend a hand, so you can rest assured. Alright, relax and get some rest.” Her words were like a spell, and Jeanne Alter’s eyelids twitched.

"But -- I haven't been able to... I haven't been able to... destroy France..." A deep sleepiness washed over her, and Jeanne Alter looked like she was about to fall asleep.

“I will inherit this. Leave everything to me.” Gilles de Rais, his gaze fixed intently on Jeanne Alter's eyes, urged her to drift off to sleep. “It’s alright, you won’t die. You’re just a little… a little tired. Close your eyes and sleep well.” For the first time, this madman revealed a kind and serene smile, like a benevolent old man. “When you wake up, I will make everything end.”

“That’s right… Gilles, I can rest assured if I leave the battle to you…” Golden light emanated from Jeanne Alter’s body, and golden particles began to emerge from her. She was about to leave the stage.

However, just as she was about to leave the stage, the world and time suddenly stopped.

Even the concept of turbidity is included.

"Sigh, I really don't know whether to call you stupid or what." A crystal blue light burst out from Nian Zhuo's body, forming a humanoid creature covered in mosaics.

[Biology] took out a round object from Zhuo's warehouse, which was the "reward" that the system threw into it after Zhuo saved Mary last time.

Weighing the object in his hand, the [Bio-Creature] said with a hint of regret, "It's actually a high-purity magic crystal... I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky. Anyway, let's save this girl's life first."

After stuffing the magic crystal into Jeanne Alter's chest, the [creature] picked her up and left.

Then, time began to flow again.

The golden light left Jeanne Alter's body and was then absorbed by Gilles de Rais.

With his injuries fully healed and his magic completely replenished, Gilles de Rais obtained the Holy Grail.

The Origin Point: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon in Orleans - The Final Grail War to Reclaim the Holy Grail War has begun!

The sea demon of calamity manifests here.

His blue robes deepened, and Gilgamesh's spirit origins underwent a further breakthrough after absorbing the Holy Grail.