The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"It's normal to feel sad, but Altria isn't here just for you."

"I can't be sad anymore."

The Flower Magician said so.

"You still have a long way to go."

"But if you keep holding it in, it's really not a good thing."

"so--"

Meili gently pulled up the hem of her skirt, revealing a rippling vacuum.

"When you feel sad, just use me to vent."

"..."

That night was destined to be a sleepless night.

Mary's unbridled cries spread throughout the holy city of Jerusalem, where only the rescue team was located.

833. The Exclusive Time of the Joan of Arc Sisters/The Last Wait of the Singularity (4k)

After a night of revelry, all that remains is the work of repairing the singularity.

Everyone started searching tacitly.

After temporarily "entrusting" Lily to Merry, Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc came over like the Black and White Impermanence to entangle their brother.

"Sister, check over there—"

"Okay, then sister, you check over there-"

"Yeah, perfect!"

After a confusing report, Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc transformed from the "Black and White Impermanence" mode to "police".

Not only do they touch her all over, but they also make some comments when they touch the key parts.

"It seems that the size has not changed - it doesn't seem as serious as I thought." Black Jeanne d'Arc said.

"Yeah." Joan of Arc nodded.

"That's certainly the feeling—should I say he's worthy of being my brother?"

"..."

"stop!"

Ian resisted the "search offensive" of Joan of Arc and others on the left and right.

"What are you doing!"

"Brother, you still have the nerve to say that!"

Joan of Arc took the initiative and stared at her brother Ian.

"Do you know how much noise you made last night?!"

“How big is…?”

"Yeah!" Black Jeanne continued, following her sister's words, "The whole of Jerusalem is filled with the sounds of you and that wild cat! I covered Lily's ears all night!"

"Ah, this..."

Ian really didn't expect this to happen.

After all, the last words he heard and remembered last night were Mary's words that seemed to open Pandora's box.

"If you feel sad, use me to vent."

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Ian couldn't quite remember how many times he had raged against Mary before dawn.

He only remembered her words as she asked him with a look of immense comfort.

"Do you want to do it again?"

"I'm... fine."

Think about it now.

It seems like I haven't noticed anything else besides this.

perhaps……

When people are extremely sad, they tend to selectively ignore many things, right?

"So this is ah……"

Ian sighed helplessly.

"Okay, don't worry—things aren't as bad as you think, so there's no need to worry about so many things."

"..."

"..."

The two sisters, Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc, looked at each other, obviously not believing what Ian said.

but……

Now I can't seem to find any fault with the man, so in the end I can only agree temporarily.

"Whatever!"

"Today, brother must belong to us!"

Joan of Arc took Ian's hand and clamped it hard with her advantageous position.

It can be seen that she is quite dissatisfied with the action arrangements during this period.

"Otherwise...it would be too much!"

"..."

Seeing her sister being so proactive, Black Joan of Arc, who realized it later, came over and followed suit, giving Ian a love kidnapping.

"That's right!"

"Today's words must belong to my sister and me! Otherwise...we would be too lowly!"

"..."

Feeling that if he didn't agree to the two of them, he would most likely be "eaten" on the spot, Ian could only nod.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere today."

"but--"

The man withdrew his hands, one to the left and one to the right.

"We can't let them look for it while we do nothing—that's not Chaldea's usual style."

"In Chaldea, everyone has something to do."

This is not because Ian is intentionally rejecting his two sisters.

As a normal man, he certainly didn't mind his sisters taking the initiative to dribble into others.

but--

As the "behind-the-scenes director" of Chaldea, Ian understood that he must prioritize the repair of the singularity, otherwise he would let down the trust of his colleagues.

"..."

"..."

Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc's eyes met again.

Although they were unhappy that they could not hold their brother's hand, they both understood that their brother was a complete "workaholic" in a sense.

"All right--"

Joan of Arc gave in first.

"Then brother, you must never leave our sight."

"You can't leave the place where we can hear the sound!" Black Jeanne added.

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

"Let's get to work!" the man responded.

"Okay! / Yeah!"

The search for the Holy Grail is not as difficult as one might imagine.

After all, both Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc have an unclear connection with the Holy Grail.

In a sense, if it weren't for the Holy Grail, they probably wouldn't be here right now, right?

“This way—!”

When it comes to exercise, Jeanne d'Arc's reaction is rare, and she can compete with her sister.

"Front!"

"Coming!"

Holding the evil black flag that opposed her sister, the dragon girl walked at the front of the team, clearing the road that had become messy due to the arrival of the Demon Pillar.

"right here!"

Black Joan of Arc lowered the flag in her hand, and then spoke to Ian and her sister Joan of Arc who were following behind her.

"I can confirm with 100% certainty that the Holy Grail is right here!"

"..."

Ian didn't doubt that there was anything wrong with what Black Jeanne said.

He just rarely saw her like this - after all, after knowing how outrageous the things she had done in the singularity were, she would be a little awkward in front of other people.

However, what the man didn't know was that his reaction was soon noticed by Joan of Arc, who directly spoke up for Black Joan of Arc.

"That's right, it's here."

"My holy flag... has also responded."

"Brother, there's no need to worry."

"I'm not worried." Ian smiled slightly, "But it would be great if you could confirm it again."

"So--"

"Please."

"Don't worry, leave it to us."

Joan of Arc responded to her brother in this way, and then she climbed up step by step to where Black Joan of Arc was.

"younger sister--"

"elder sister--"

The black and white military flags were stretched out on the left and right, and then crossed in front of the girls to form an oblique cross.

Then, two different beams of light spiraled up from where they intersected, heading straight towards the sky.

"Lord—"

"Lord—"

"Guide us—"

"Let's find the Holy Grail—"

The girls' prayers turned into the most sincere words at the moment, and the beams of light merged into one.

The ruins of the holy city became transparent at that moment.

Then, a golden cup with two handles rose from the ground and rotated forty-five degrees at the intersection of the holy flags.

"elder brother--"