The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Joan of Arc looked at Ian beside her.

"Come and take it."

Black Jeanne d'Arc responded with the following sentence.

"..."

"okay, I get it."

Under the gaze of the girls, the man walked forward step by step, then firmly grasped the ears of the Holy Grail and brought it back in front of him.

"got it."

Ian said this while holding the Holy Grail in his hand and looking at his sisters.

“That’s great.”

Joan of Arc first took back her holy flag and returned to her brother Ian.

"In this case, the singularity will be 'repaired', right?"

This wasn't the first time Joan of Arc had experienced something like this.

So it wasn't counterintuitive for her to say something like that.

but--

Ian could feel that what Jeanne cared about was not just the repair of the singularity.

She also has more core questions that she wants to get to the bottom of.

And Ian knew what it would be.

"Do not worry."

After his sister finished speaking, the man continued:

"This time, no matter what, I won't let you leave me."

"Hey, brother..."

A few faint blushes appeared on Jeanne's cheeks.

"So you know what I'm thinking?"

"How could I not know..."

Ian held the Holy Grail with one hand, then reached out and gently stroked his sister Joan of Arc's head.

"I know you best."

"Yes..." Jeanne smiled sweetly, "Brother really is the one who understands me best!"

"no!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc hurried over.

"What about me? What should I do?! What should I do if you take my sister away?!"

"..."

"..."

Ian and Joan of Arc looked at each other and then reached a tacit decision.

"Brother... it's impossible to bring two people back at once, right?"

"really."

"That……"

Joan of Arc looked at her sister, and there was a hint of apology in her sapphire eyes.

"Sister, I'm sorry."

"This time, let me and my brother go back first. Don't worry, my brother and I will find a way to bring you here as soon as we get to the place called Chaldea."

"Yeah." Ian nodded seriously, "That's exactly what happened."

"I can only... take my sister back first."

"why is it like this!"

Black Jeanne shouted, but then lowered her head as if she understood something.

"Right……"

"For a brother, a sister is indeed a better choice - after all, she is a real sister, and I am not, right?"

"Since I can only take one back... then it would be better to take her."

"I... understand—but you must not forget me!"

"..."

"..."

Looking at Black Joan of Arc, who looked like she was leaving her last words, Ian realized that he and his sister Joan of Arc seemed to have gone a little too far in their little prank.

"Joan of Arc, help me get it."

"it is good."

Ian temporarily handed the Holy Grail in his hand to his sister Joan of Arc, walked towards Black Joan of Arc and held her in his arms.

"What an idiot..."

"How could I possibly abandon you?"

"We agreed that next time we meet, I will definitely take you back, right?"

"Eh?"

Hearing her brother's words, Black Jeanne d'Arc, who had originally prepared herself to be left here, was stunned at first, and then suddenly understood.

"Sister! Brother! You are teasing me, right?"

"You found out~" Jeanne laughed, "But I really didn't expect you to be so willing to let me leave first - I thought you would compete with me for this spot."

"because……"

Black Jeanne's throat moved slightly, as if she had swallowed something that frightened her greatly.

"I can definitely feel the unconditional trust that a sister has in her brother - that's something I can't get."

"We...may be similar in appearance, but there's a world of difference in how we treat our brother. If you could accompany your brother, you'd definitely be much more helpful than I am, right?"

"..."

Listening to Black Jeanne's words, Ian was filled with emotion.

"You've changed—you're more understanding than before."

"but……"

Ian rubbed Black Jeanne's forehead gently.

Compared to her sister Joan of Arc who has been sticking with her brother all year round, she seems to be more sensitive. Just such a simple friction can make this dragon girl blush.

"Your role is no less than hers—even now, it's still the same."

"Without you, the Holy Grail wouldn't have been found so easily, would it?"

"..."

"Brother, are you trying to comfort me?" Black Jeanne narrowed her eyes slightly, "It feels like you're treating me like a three-year-old child."

"Ah, I was discovered."

"Eh! Is that really the case?"

"Hahaha--"

Another round of banter, and Jeanne laughed heartily.

"So, brother, now that we've found the Holy Grail, shouldn't we leave here?"

"I thought you said—"

"The longer the singularity lasts, the more profound its impact on human history will be."

"From this perspective, we probably have to leave now."

"No." Ian shook his head almost without hesitation.

"Sister, I can't leave yet."

"Can't leave yet?"

This time it was Black Jeanne's turn to be confused.

"Why can't I just leave—I can follow you back, can't I?"

“But there’s still someone missing.”

"No one has come yet?" The dragon girl still looked confused.

"Who?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"..."

Black Jeanne wanted to say something more, but was stopped by her sister.

"I understand."

"Anyway, we just have to wait a little longer, right?"

"Ah."

"Then I will wait with you, brother," said Joan of Arc. "I will wait as long as you wait."

"Eh!"

"Me too!" Black Jeanne said, unwilling to fall behind.

"Okay, great."

Ever since——

After finding the Holy Grail, a wait began.

And the person Ian is waiting for is none other than Sayaka, who has the nickname "Silence".

only……

The man was not sure whether she would really come all the way to the holy city of Jerusalem.

After all, the original evacuation direction of the mountain people was completely opposite.

The morning passed.

Noon passed.

Dusk arrives quietly.

Ian sat on Athena's shoulders, looking at the distant horizon with a serious expression.

"Sister..." Black Jeanne murmured cautiously.

"Can my brother really wait?"

"I remember you said it was taken to a mountain thousands of kilometers away, right?"

"Indeed."

Jeanne nodded.

"But didn't we also come all the way from far away to find our brother?"

"so--"

"Be more tolerant."

"That's someone who truly loves my brother, isn't it?"

"..."