The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

At this moment of head-on confrontation, it is naturally a one-sided crushing victory.

Black Jeanne held her dragon magic flag high, ready to execute the other self in front of her.

But at this moment——

"Mashu!" Ritsuka Fujimaru's voice rang out.

"I understand!"

A figure jumped out from behind Jeanne ─ it was the Servant Mashu who had already deployed her Noble Phantasm, the round shield.

"I will never let you hurt Miss Jeanne!"

There was a sound.

Just like last time, Mashu blocked Black Jeanne's attack.

But this time——

The situation is slightly different.

Mashu, who reunited with her Master Fujimaru Ritsuka, received the strengthening of her Command Seals at this critical moment.

That is a configuration unique to Chaldea.

Able to improve the abilities of your servants in a short period of time!

In other words, at this moment, Mashu's fighting power is much higher than when she first met Black Jeanne!

but--

For Black Joan of Arc at this moment, anyone who dared to stop him from executing Joan of Arc would only have the word death waiting for them.

She began to attack recklessly.

The dragon's flames continued to spread like waves on the giant shield held by Mash as the magic flag was waved again and again.

One stroke;

two strokes;

three strokes;

All of the Master's Command Seals in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hands were used to provide magical support to the Servant Mashu.

But just like there is an absolute gap in strength between the two Joan of Arc.

There is also an unbridgeable gap in strength between Mashu and Black Jeanne.

She could do nothing but defend Joan of Arc.

unless--

What kind of fighting force can reverse this situation?

And such a thing actually happened.

"Clarent!"

The sound of Mordred activating her Noble Phantasm rang out. It was a full-strength attack from her, realizing the dire situation.

A lightning-like beam shot out from a distance and rushed directly towards Black Jeanne d'Arc.

It was an attack comparable to Excalibur.

Although Jeanne d'Arc noticed this powerful fluctuation of magic, she was too focused on killing Mash to avoid it in time.

but--

She also did not suffer any harm.

Because at the moment when Mordred activated his Noble Phantasm, a voice also came from behind Black Jeanne.

"Excalibur Morgan!"

An evil black beam gushed out from behind the Dragon Witch and collided with the beam emitted by the Clarent Sword.

Boom!

A huge explosion broke out on the ground, physically separating the people who were originally confronting each other.

In the smoke of the explosion, Ian and Atalanta walked out of Jura City one after another, then came to Black Joan of Arc and helped her up.

The man's eyes swept over his companions who had arrived at this singularity together, and he seemed to have thousands of words he wanted to express.

But in the end, he only looked at Joan of Arc.

The man's lips moved slightly, but soon returned to his usual calm.

In full view of everyone, he leaned close to Black Jeanne and whispered softly.

It was an extremely intimate display - exactly the same as on the city wall.

The Dragon Witch looked at the man beside her, smiled and nodded, then kissed him gently and whistled again.

Several evil dragons flew over from afar and landed beside her.

This obviously means leaving.

"Dad!" Mordred, who was extremely anxious, was the first to shout.

"Senior!" Mashu, who was extremely anxious, also shouted.

"..."

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to shout something.

But because of the previous battle, she had consumed too much magic power and now could only breathe heavily.

however--

The girls' calls had no effect.

Ian looked at them meaningfully, then picked up Black Jeanne beside him and sat on the evil dragon with her, as if he originally belonged to her camp.

Atalanta drew the bowstring to its full extent, and while remaining alert, she sat on another evil dragon.

The dragon roared and the fire started.

In a violent storm, the evil dragons brought down a fire that destroyed the city of Jura and then flew away into the distance.

But as she watched the figure flying further and further away, Joan of Arc's mind was filled with the man's silent words just now.

Those are lip shapes that only I, who have lived with her for more than ten years, can understand.

"Jeanne, don't expose our relationship."

"Then--"

"Go find more servants and come to Orleans with them!"

231. Black Jeanne's Forced Marriage/The Man Who Betrayed Chaldea/The Lord's Response (4k)

Things don't happen for no reason, there must be reasons for their occurrence.

The same is true of the series of decisions Ian made.

Time goes back to sunrise, after the first kiss with Black Jeanne.

The Dragon Witch's positivity is not only reflected in the exchange of magic power.

She was also completely absorbed in the overly direct physical contact like this one.

If she hadn't felt difficulty breathing, she probably wouldn't have ended such a passionate kiss.

"call--"

Black Jeanne exhaled a breath of hot air, and the word "joy" was written all over her red face.

"Hey!" She wiped her mouth and asked loudly.

"Is this what we call kissing?!"

"...You actually knew about this?"

"What do you mean I actually know this kind of thing?!" The Dragon Witch felt a little dissatisfied with Ian's surprise.

"Couldn't I have seen other people do it and know about this kind of thing?"

This is indeed reasonable.

After all, kissing is easier to do than replenishing magic power.

"Okay, it's my fault." Ian didn't intend to argue any more with Black Jeanne about this.

After all, admitting some insignificant mistakes cleanly and neatly is not something fatal.

but--

This is not the only thing Black Jeanne wants to say.

She hooked her arms around Ian's neck, with a hint of affection in her eyes.

"Speaking of which-"

"What does it mean to get married?"

"Hmm?" Ian was a little confused when suddenly asked such a question.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Don't answer questions with questions." Black Jeanne ordered in a domineering manner.

"Answer my question first. If there's anything else... we can talk about it later!"

"..."

Ian always felt that this scene was a little familiar.

correct.

Joan of Arc asked herself a similar question.

but--

The answer given at that time should not be directly applied to the Black Jeanne in front of us.

After all, although the two look almost exactly the same, their thinking and behavior patterns are completely different.

After thinking for a moment, the man gave his answer to this question.

"If you insist on asking this—"

"Then I think... marriage should mean a further relationship."

"A further relationship?"

Black Jeanne frowned slightly, seeming not to understand what Ian meant.

"Yeah." The man nodded.

"Because I feel that the immediate relationship is not enough to connect us...so we need to get to know each other better."

"That's probably what they call getting married."

"I see……"

After hearing what the man said, Black Jeanne suddenly understood.

But her problems didn't seem to be over yet.

Soon, the Dragon Witch asked again.

"That--"

"If we compare it to the relationship with the Servant, which one would be more advanced?"

"…We should probably get married," Ian responded.

"After all, being a servant still has some contractual nature, while marriage is more of a personal wish."

"In comparison, the latter is naturally more pure, right?"

Hearing this, Black Jeanne's eyes lit up slightly.

Now, she looks like a child who was promised a toy.