The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Is this really the case?

Joan of Arc doesn't think so.

As a devout believer, she firmly believed that the appearance of the "Lord" must have a meaning.

The oracle He spoke must contain the key to solving the problem.

But what would that be?

It was rare for Jeanne to face difficult problems alone - in her previous life, these were things her brother would do for her.

But now, she had to think for herself.

but--

This doesn't mean she is stupid.

The girl who was able to fool the church back then couldn't possibly be a fool.

correct.

According to the conclusion He gave.

"God" does not exist at all - everything that has existed so far is just human beings' own hope.

Some of them have become reality, while others still exist in this world in the form of fantasy.

Considering this aspect, what exactly are your hopes?

Joan of Arc soon had the answer - to find as many followers as possible and rush to Orleans as her brother requested.

It is because I feel that I can achieve this that I firmly believe that "the Lord" really exists.

and many more! !

Jeanne suddenly reacted.

Since "the Lord" is a collection of hopes and the sublime expression of all human desires.

That means the key to everything is still people!

This gives a whole new interpretation to the first two sentences.

"Everyone has his own skill" - everyone has his own way to solve problems.

"The way to your salvation lies in it." - If you want to solve a problem, this method that you experience yourself is the best choice.

Yes.

In the end, you have to solve your own problems by yourself!

The answer to the question is actually your usual "method".

There is no need to consider so many other things - the right path is to move forward courageously without changing!

Jeanne, who was comprehending the oracle, raised her head and glanced at the girls present.

"Everyone——"

"How do you usually perform summoning?!"

"I want to try it!"

——Deep——Deep——Deep——

After reconnecting with Chaldea, Mash immediately reported what Jeanne wanted to do.

"This……"

Olga Marie sounded a little embarrassed when she heard the saint's request.

"It's okay, that's fine."

"But in this case, there must be something that can serve as a medium for magic."

"You... are unlikely to have it?"

"..."

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the empty back of his hand with some disappointment - all the Master's Command Spells on it had been used up when he was protecting Jeanne d'Arc.

Now she is half disabled.

Even if I want to do something, I can't do it because of my lack of ability.

Mashu noticed this and patted her shoulder gently.

"It's okay...it's just temporary."

"Once we find our senior, we won't have to worry about this kind of problem anymore."

Jeanne did not notice this, she just spoke at this time:

"In that case——"

"Then use my blood!"

"Didn't you tell me... that I have something similar to Ritsuka's on the back of my hand?!"

"..."

I have to say that Joan of Arc's remarks at this moment do make some sense.

First of all, she does have the Master's Command Spell, so she can naturally be called a "magician" of this era.

Secondly, she did successfully summon the Servant Isalibeth Bathory.

Combining the two, it means that there is likely a large amount of magic power hidden in her blood - which is just the thing that can act as a medium!

After brainstorming, Olga Marie realized the feasibility of the plan.

But she was still worried.

"I say...if you really want to use blood, you'll need a lot of it."

"It's okay!" Joan of Arc responded decisively, like a saint in war.

"I can!"

Ever since——

Thus began the summoning of servants using Jeanne's blood as the medium.

The girl cut her hand with the holy flag.

The flowing bright red blood gradually formed a shape like a summoning circle under Olga Marie's guidance.

everything's ready.

The saint clasped her hands together and prayed once again.

Her desire was stronger than ever before, it was the longing for her brother that was about to burst out.

"Hopes scattered throughout history—"

"In the name of Jeanne d'Arc, I extend my highest respect and most sincere call to you."

"If I could hear it——"

"Just respond to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several rays of light shone in the summoning array paved with the blood of the saint.

“What a joyful call.”

"I...heard it."

An elegant man's figure appeared in front of everyone.

He just bowed and saluted Joan of Arc who was present.

"Caster (magician) Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is at your service."

"But first of all—"

"I'm actually a musician, so I might be weaker than you think."

"Hey Hey hey--!"

Another figure also appeared in the summoning circle.

She was an extremely beautiful girl - she had beautiful silver hair.

"Hey Mozart, you are pretending to be so weak now... Are you trying to create a contrast and scare everyone later?"

"Oh~"

The silver-haired girl smiled lovelyly and looked at the Saint and others in front of her.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Marie Antoinette, and my job title is... also a Caster (magician)!"

"Vive la France!"

"Like you, I also love this land - but it will be about three hundred years later~"

Not long after the first two figures landed, a third servant appeared in the summoning circle.

"There's a burning smell in the air... Oh my, did someone just lie here?"

As these words with a hint of deep meaning were spoken, a petite figure slowly walked out.

It was a green-haired girl holding a fan.

Her expression looked like she was smiling, but it also made people feel a little scared.

"Nice to meet you, my Master... I am Kiyohime."

"Don't look at me like this, I'm a Berserker~"

"If anyone lies to you, please tell me... I will burn that person to charcoal as soon as possible."

The last beam of light converged.

This is a symbol of the end of the Servant summoning.

A girl dressed in ancient British style walked out holding a spear.

"Oh~"

"I've been summoned for the first time!"

"But Master, please rest assured! Lancer Gareth will definitely bring you victory!"

"Eh——?! Xiao Mo, why are you here too!"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Sister Gareth!"

The quiet night became noisy in an instant.

Heroic spirits from all ages came to Jeanne d'Arc because of her call.

Mashu's expression at this moment was no longer just surprise.

She felt more incredible.

"Summoning four servants at once, this is the strength of a first-rate magician!"

"Is this some kind of family bloodline inheritance?!"

"Ms. Jeanne...you are amazing!"

Hearing Mashu's sigh, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly shouted at this time.

"I made a decision!"

"Decided?!" Mashu looked at her in confusion.

"Yes!" Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Mashu beside him.