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One of them had not received much formal training, while the other had no relevant knowledge at all.

So the two of them had no idea what Joan of Arc's words meant.

Mashu, who knows more about this, is in a different state.

After hearing Joan of Arc's explanation, she began to think.

After a long while, the pink-haired girl spoke again.

"that--"

"If that's the case, I think Miss Jeanne might have performed a Heroic Spirit Summoning."

"..."

Mashu's words instantly drew everyone's attention.

This made her feel a little embarrassed - as a girl who had been a nobody in Chaldea for many years, she was not used to being the center of attention.

Joan of Arc saw this.

She smiled and comforted the pink-haired girl.

"Don't be nervous."

"Just speak out your inner thoughts bravely... everyone will listen carefully."

Joan of Arc's voice was gentle, and her eyes were soothing.

This reminded Matthew of Ian for some reason, and he immediately felt a little relieved.

"Um……"

The pink-haired girl looked at the little loli holding her magic gun beside her.

"Since Elizabeth acknowledges that you are her Master...it means that you have already reached a de facto contractual relationship."

"According to what I learned in Chaldea, this can already be considered a Heroic Spirit Summoning."

"This..." Joan of Arc still looked a little confused after hearing the explanation.

"If I remember correctly, Chaldea is the name of your organization."

"But--"

"I've never been there before. Is it possible to summon heroic spirits remotely?"

"Of course." Mash nodded. "Chaldea is not the only place where heroic spirits can be summoned."

"As long as the conditions are met, it can be done anytime and anywhere!"

"Do you meet the requirements?"

"Yes!" Mashu nodded, "For example, a sufficient source of mana... Then it can be completed with just a simple ritual."

Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted at this time.

"Eh? Is there any around here?"

"This..." Mashu frowned slightly, "I'm not sure either."

"..."

After listening to this coherent explanation, Jeanne looked down at her arm and began to think seriously.

Finally, she had her answer.

"That--"

The saint once again showed the red mark on the back of her hand to everyone in front of her.

"Do you think it is guiding me to the 'source of magic' you mentioned?"

"Eh?!"

Jeanne's words awakened Mashu.

All the doubts in her mind suddenly came together.

"If that's the case - it's possible!"

"After all, the opponent who sneak attacks is also a Servant... In that case, there must be a source of magic power to summon the opponent!"

"It's not surprising that the Master's Command Spell would react to this."

"Wait a moment!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka also reacted.

"In that case, shouldn't we hurry up and catch up with the attacker?"

"But how can I follow her?" Mordred grumbled, "She's been gone for a long time, right?"

"..."

Everyone was silent again, and fell into deep thought.

Only Elizabeth Bathory still looked quite happy.

After being silent for a long time, she looked at everyone who was thinking hard and then started to speak.

"If I just want to follow that person... I think I can do it."

"Can you do it?" Mordred was full of doubt.

"Don't look at me like that, you stupid little sparrow." Elizabeth Bathory held her magic spear, "I'm not the kind of Servant who speaks carelessly."

"but--"

"I have a condition."

"That's..." The little loli pointed at Fu Fu on Mashu's shoulder.

"Let me hug it!"

"Fu?!"

Being targeted by everyone, Fu Fu could only raise her hands in surrender.

So, with Fu Fu as the "price", Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, under the guidance of Elizabeth Bathory, set out to chase the fleeing shadow.

only--

The characteristics of the other party's job seem to be able to hide his tracks very well.

The group kept losing track of each other on the road.

But Elizabeth Bathory always managed to find the right path in a miraculous way.

"How on earth was this done?" Mordred couldn't help but ask.

"is blood."

Elizabeth Bathory, who was holding Fufu, seemed to be in a good mood and took the initiative to respond to Mordred, who she thought was a fool.

"It's hard to explain. A stupid Servant like you won't understand. Just follow me."

"..."

Although he was criticized like this, considering that Elizabeth Bathory was indeed playing a role, Mordred had to swallow his anger.

"I'll settle the score with you sooner or later..." she muttered.

Ever since——

After a late-night raid, the group arrived near Jura.

Joan of Arc, who was thinking of France, was the first to walk out of the forest.

But what she saw was a scene she had never expected.

On the city wall in front of me that separated the inside and the outside, I saw a man and a woman hugging each other and kissing each other passionately in the sunrise.

Under normal circumstances, Joan of Arc would probably be very happy to bless them after seeing this scene.

After all, she also longs for that kind of simple and plain but beautiful love.

It’s just that due to my past, I can’t have too many fantasies.

But this time.

There was no way she could do such a thing.

Or rather, she couldn't even calm down.

because--

The two people in the saint's vision were really too special.

I saw a woman with almost the same appearance as her, with only a slight difference in hair color.

And men...

It completely overlaps with the him hidden deep in his memory.

"elder brother?"

"How... how is it possible?"

Joan of Arc could not imagine such a thing at all - the brother who had always doted on her was actually kissing another version of herself!

You know, that is the witch who is harming the French dragon!

Why did things turn out like this?!

In the end what happened? !

Before the girl regained consciousness, she and the man on the city wall had already kissed.

But the other Joan of Arc seemed far from satisfied.

She put her hands around the man's neck.

She looked at him affectionately, then parted her lips and whispered a few words with a smile.

The two kissed each other again.

Joan of Arc felt like her world was falling apart.

She could accept the poverty that came with living in anonymity, and she could also accept the inconveniences of living alone.

But there was one thing she could not accept no matter what.

That means someone wants to take my brother away!

No matter who it is, that is absolutely not possible!

correct.

Is she a witch?!

He must have done something to his brother to become like this!

The girl, her mind caught in a state of obsession, tightly grasped the holy flag given to her by her brother and walked forward step by step.

It was an almost instinctive action, without any command from the brain.

She got closer and closer to the city wall until she could clearly see their lips touching.

Unable to suppress her emotions, the saint held up the holy flag and shouted upwards.

“You witch—!”

"Give him back to me now!"

230. The Stolen Brother/The Angry Dragon Witch/Secrets Between Brothers and Sisters (4k)

At this moment, Joan of Arc did not know how dangerous her situation was.

The moment she shouted this desperately, a bow and arrow was secretly aimed at her.

That was Atalanta's Tauropolos.

As one of the servants controlled by Black Jeanne, she had already sensed the flow of another strange aura and had made preparations early on.

At the same time, she is an Archer, and because of her habits in her previous life, she retains the ability to "act alone" with extremely high authority.