The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Hmm...I think I scared you a little!"

"Isn't that natural?"

Black Jeanne said rather unconvincedly.

"How could there be such a surprise attack!"

"Eh...but this situation is clearly no different from before, right?"

"What's the difference?"

Black Joan of Arc pouted and "challenged" her sister Joan of Arc with an unhappy look on her face.

"You and your brother seemed to have such a wonderful relationship back then!"

"Why do you two team up to bully me when it comes to me? That's so despicable!"

"Sister, don't you like it?" Joan of Arc suddenly asked.

"..."

The saint's words strangled her witch sister to death.

After a long while, Black Jeanne d'Arc whispered:

"Like it……"

"That's not possible?"

"no!"

"Row."

“Everyone says no!”

"OK."

Just as Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc were arguing with each other, a strong figure appeared behind them.

"It's so great to see you like this."

The owner of the voice was none other than Ian.

After he said this, he hugged his two sisters on the left and right and spoke with emotion.

"That's great... It's great that you can still be like this..."

"..."

"..."

The sisters who were just arguing about whether it was reasonable for Black Jeanne to fight 1v2 have now quieted down.

Although they had not communicated beforehand, they both chose the same reaction the moment they were hugged by the man.

That is to say nothing and let the man vent his inner emotions.

After a while, Ian recovered and said apologetically:

"Sorry, I seem to be a little excited."

"That's not true." Jeanne smiled and shook her head. "I had the same reaction when I saw my brother just now. Maybe I was even more excited."

"Yes, yes..."

Black Jeanne d'Arc responded quietly.

"IM about the same."

"Really? That's good." The man's eyes became gentle.

"but--"

"How did you end up here? I don't quite understand."

This is indeed the case.

Although it was a happy thing that his two sisters appeared here, Ian had no idea of the reason behind it.

They could not belong to the Hassan Order, nor could they be part of Egypt's sphere of influence.

You can't...

Is it related to those "British soldiers" we saw first?

Perhaps they had anticipated that Ian would ask such a question, so the Joan of Arc sisters looked at each other and then came up with a unanimous answer.

"Sister, please tell me."

"it is good."

Responding to her sister, Jeanne quickly continued:

"Brother, do you know there's a city nearby called Jerusalem?"

"I know."

Ian answered without hesitation—that was exactly the destination BB had told him before they left Chaldea.

of course.

Now, the man had no idea whether he was farther away from Jerusalem or closer to it.

After all, the "support" from Chaldea had been disrupted by an unknown signal.

Ian couldn't even find where Ritsuka Fujimaru and Gray landed.

"Brother really knows..."

Jeanne nodded thoughtfully.

"Then I suppose you, brother, should also know about the legend that a king will be resurrected from there, right?"

"My sister and I..." Jeanne held Black Jeanne's hand, "We want to go there, looking for the possibility of meeting you - after all, if there is a way to resurrect people, then wouldn't that be..."

Although his sister didn't finish her words, Ian already understood exactly what she meant.

If the king can be resurrected, then perhaps mortals can also be resurrected.

If you can see your brother by following the same instructions, no matter how small the possibility is, it is probably worth a try for the two Joans of Arc, right?

Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but hug his two sisters closer, and then left a kiss on their foreheads.

"I didn't expect you to be so concerned about me."

"only--"

"This era shouldn't be the era you live in, right? Then you..."

"I survived with the belief that I had to see you!"

Black Jeanne answered without hesitation.

"Actually, my sister and I have been traveling like this for quite a while, and during that time we met a very ambitious...what was it?"

"Miss Nurse." Joan of Arc replied quickly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Black Jeanne nodded repeatedly, "It's the nurse, her name is Nightingale!"

"She was so miserable at that time!"

"My sister also gave her a few words to encourage her to live a good life!"

"I don't know how she is doing..."

Black Joan of Arc pursed her chin and thought seriously. It was obvious that she was really interested in Nightingale's life.

And Ian also understood more things at this moment.

Why did I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Nightingale?

That's because she had met Joan of Arc, so she became like this.

Is this what they call the bond of fate?

Just this way...

Ian felt even more distressed for his two younger sisters.

"Did you... spend that long like this?"

"..."

"..."

Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc looked at each other and then laughed.

The only difference is that the former is a generous smile, while the latter is a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Yes." Jeanne answered her brother first, "But it's not as sad as I imagined."

"Because my sister has been with me looking for you, right?"

"Yes, yes..."

Black Jeanne nodded shyly.

"However, it seems that I shouldn't worry about whether you will be resurrected - it seems a bit unnecessary."

"Not superfluous, not superfluous at all."

Ian held his sisters' hands, one on each side.

"I was too superficial at the time—I should have found a way to bring you back to Chaldea."

"Feel sorry."

"Stop saying sorry!" Black Jeanne pinched Ian in dissatisfaction. "We finally got to see each other again, but now you act so unhappy."

"Too!"

Ian held Joan of Arc's hand tightly, causing the latter's heartbeat to speed up.

"This time, I will never let you leave me again!"

"..."

How could Black Joan of Arc bear such blunt words coming from her brother - not to mention that they were not actually siblings in the true sense of the word.

"Don't, don't say that!"

"You, are you some kind of idiot!"

"correct!"

"Look over there, sister! Your child is right there!"

Although Black Joan of Arc's words became a little unclear due to panic, Ian completely understood what she meant.

Speaking of which——

The man had indeed noticed the child that the two sisters had been caring about since a while ago.

"let me see……"

Ian moved closer and saw a face that looked very similar to Joan of Arc.

To be precise, it was Jeanne d'Arc—just a child. But since Ian had grown up with her, he recognized her clearly.

But if I really want to talk about it...

This little child who is still sleeping soundly is actually closer to the appearance of the two Joans of Arc after a "fusion".

She has the same silver hair and golden eyes as Black Joan of Arc, but she exudes an aura that is more similar to Joan of Arc.

"This child is..."

"It's our child and my brother's." Jeanne said with a smile, "Brother, my sister and I used the last bit of magic of the Holy Grail at that time to make this wish. You won't be angry, will you?"

"And...her name is tentatively Lily."

"..."

"Lily..." Hearing this familiar name, Ian was stunned at first, and then shook his head, "Why would I mind? But wouldn't it be inconvenient for you to take her with you?"

"It's actually not bad..."