The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

At this moment, Black Jeanne turned around, looked up at the man, her eyes filled with tears.

"Hey!"

"Why can't I see clearly?!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ian reached out and gently wiped away the tears from Black Jeanne's face and spoke softly.

"Because you're crying."

"I didn't cry!" Black Jeanne argued, "How could I cry!"

"I am the Dragon Witch!"

"I will never cry?! Don't talk nonsense there!"

"..."

Ian sighed.

"Okay, okay, you said you didn't cry, so let's not cry."

"That's pretty much it..."

Black Jeanne sniffed, then stared at Ian, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

She didn't know what that emotion was, but she knew what she should do.

The girl stood on tiptoe and moved closer to the man's lips.

Sunrise in the southeast.

The warm sunlight fell on the two of them, silently bordering this emotionally healing kiss.

But at the same time--

A figure appeared in the distance outside the city.

That is Joan of Arc holding the white holy flag.

At this moment, she saw the kiss in the sunrise, and her eyes began to blur.

"elder brother?"

229. Jeanne: Give him back to me! / Idols who despise everyone / Source of magic (4k)

The time goes back to before sunrise.

When Joan of Arc woke up because of the voice in her dream.

“Dragon’s Roaring Thunder (Kilenc Sarkany)——!”

After confirming that her master had woken up, Elizabeth Bathory, who was summoned, immediately unfolded her Noble Phantasm.

The little girl was seen spinning the magic spear in her hand called Prison City Chahedis and chanting a mysterious spell.

The afterimage flickered and the thunder roared.

next moment.

It actually began to function like a loudspeaker, and then dispersed the sound from the magic gun outwards like a wave.

It was a breath that made people terrified.

The moment it was released, it caused a powerful impact on everything around it - the black shadow confronting it was naturally no exception.

She was obviously distracted by Elizabeth Bathory and found it difficult to organize a powerful offensive.

“It’s full of loopholes——!”

"How can someone like you... possibly give a good performance?!"

Elizabeth Bathory poured her magic power into her magic spear and stabbed directly at the dark shadow that tried to launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night.

I have to say is.

Although Elizabeth Bathory looked quite petite, she was not at all ambiguous when launching an attack.

thorn——

The magic spear pierced through the black shadow's body, and the hot blood flew in the dark night.

"Hmph, vulnerable!"

Elizabeth Bathory said this while holding a gun.

"Another me...I didn't expect you to be so weak."

"what is this!"

Mordred woke up covering her ears - it was obvious that Elizabeth Bathory's indiscriminate attack had also affected her.

"..."

The black shadow seemed to realize that the situation was far more complicated than she had imagined. She swung her scepter and chopped at the little Loli in front of her again.

But how could Elizabeth Bathory give her this chance to succeed?

She quickly pulled out her magic spear from the opponent's body, then moved it horizontally to block.

Ding!

The magic spear and the scepter collided again, making a crisp sound.

"Too weak!" said Elizabeth Bathory.

however--

The purpose of the black shadow's attack was not to hurt the little loli in front of him.

She drew back her scepter in a split second of confrontation, then raised a cloud of dust and quickly fled in another direction.

"Tsk."

Looking at the black shadow that disappeared without a trace, Elizabeth Bathory looked a little dissatisfied.

"This is too bad... I will become like that in the future."

"How annoying! I feel bad all of a sudden."

"that……"

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment as she watched the battle being resolved in a very short time.

"You are--"

"Eh?!" Elizabeth Bathory turned around. "Didn't I just explain it once? Did you forget it so quickly?"

"I.E.S.B.T.O.R. is the Servant you summoned!"

"Really!"

"Remember my name well!"

A few minutes later.

The extinguished bonfire was reignited.

The only difference is that compared to the last time, there is one more person sitting around the campfire.

That was Elizabeth Bathory, who claimed to be a follower of Joan of Arc.

The little girl was hugging her legs and looking at everyone present with great curiosity. She looked very cute.

She glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, Mordred, and Jeanne who were present, and then uttered some strange names.

"Little deer."

"Little cow."

"Little sparrow."

"as well as--"

"Master."

"I already know them all--!"

Elizabeth Bathory's appearance is already cute, and using such a fairy-tale-like name further enhances this feeling.

This made the thoughtful Mashu couldn't help but ask her a question.

"Um...why do you call us by the names of small animals?"

"Oh, you're asking that?"

Elizabeth Bathory looked at Mashu, and her innocent blue eyes were filled with a bit of innate pure evil.

"because--"

"In my eyes, you are not even human beings~"

"..."

Elizabeth Bathory said the most vicious words with the cutest face.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a cold silence.

The first person to break the silence was Mordred who reacted.

"Hey!" The girl stood up, pointed at Elizabeth Bathory, and spoke rather unconvincedly.

"what do you mean?!"

"What do you mean by 'In your eyes, we are not human beings'?"

"Eh--?"

The little girl tilted her head slightly, revealing a puzzled expression that was unclear whether intentional or unintentional.

"Is what I said so difficult to understand?"

“You mean it doesn’t count—?”

"You can't even understand something like this. Did an idiot like you become a Servant through the backdoor?"

While saying these words, Elizabeth Bathory had a very sweet smile on her face the whole time.

But such cuteness coupled with such undisguised aggressiveness seemed a little ironic at the moment.

"you!"

The impatient Mordred stood up, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat the little loli up.

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu quickly grabbed her and prevented a civil war from happening.

However, although they stopped Mordred, the two of them actually had some similar ideas to a greater or lesser extent.

"that--"

Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat from his forehead and then looked at Jeanne d'Arc who was facing the campfire.

"Ms. Jeanne, how did you summon her?"

"This kind of character is really..."

The half-baked master did not continue speaking, but looked at the saint in front of him with a tactful look.

But this was enough for Joan of Arc to understand what she meant.

But unfortunately——

Joan of Arc still didn't fully understand the situation.

"Feel sorry."

“I don’t know how I did it.”

"I simply heard a voice in my dream, and when I opened my eyes, Elizabeth was right in front of me."

"This……"

After hearing the actual situation, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred looked at each other in surprise.