The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

That's Joan of Arc.

Worried about everyone's safety, she didn't sleep deeply - so she was soon awakened by the conversation between Gareth and Mordred.

She looked at the two people by the campfire and spoke in an extremely gentle tone:

"What do you seem to be discussing?"

"Can I join in, too?"

Because he had mistaken Jeanne d'Arc for Altria before, Mordred was a little embarrassed towards her.

Hearing the other party's request, he naturally nodded hurriedly.

Not to mention Gareth.

Jeanne is her Master, so as a Servant she would naturally not refuse such a request.

"Master, please sit down."

After getting the consent of both of them, Joan of Arc sat down.

She looked at them and said straight to the point:

"so--"

"What were you talking about just now?"

Gareth and Mordred looked at each other and nodded.

As the younger sister, Mordred directly confessed the topic they had just discussed.

"Ms. Jeanne."

"We...were wondering why my Master left with another Jeanne d'Arc."

Although not Mordred's Master.

But after getting to know her for some time, Joan of Arc still knew a lot about her.

It was similar to his situation with Gareth.

Mordred is a Servant summoned by Ian.

Besides--

Unlike Gareth and Mordred who were kept in the dark.

Joan of Arc has a secret code left by her brother Ian.

She knew that the other party did not suddenly leave with the Dragon Witch - but was doing something that she could not know for the time being, that's all.

and so--

When Joan of Arc heard what Mordred said, she naturally wanted to help explain.

of course.

She also still remembered the advice from her brother - that is, never expose the relationship between the two.

Although I don't know why I do this.

But Joan of Arc never doubted her brother's instructions - he was willing to sacrifice his own life for her, so what reason was there to doubt?

But then again...

It's like a miracle that my brother is still alive!

"If you're worried about him—"

The saint's gaze swept across the two people in front of her, full of tenderness.

“I don’t think it’s necessary.”

"Eh?"

He heard a completely different answer——from his own Master's mouth.

Gareth had some hope.

She said hurriedly:

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Hmm..." After a little consideration, Joan of Arc gave her own explanation.

"Think about it."

"Although I encountered many cities destroyed by another 'me' along the way, almost no one was hurt."

"Don't you think—"

"Could this perhaps have something to do with him?"

"this!"

Mordred was very excited as Joan of Arc's words ignited his hope.

"Ms. Jeanne, are you saying... that the Master is secretly helping us?"

"That's about what I mean." Jeanne smiled slightly, "After all, this is the only reason that can explain it."

Hearing this, Mordred became happy.

But she soon became a little depressed, as if she thought of something sad.

"But--"

"He clearly stopped me from killing the Dragon Witch at that time, right?"

“Does this count as helping us?”

"But he didn't think of attacking us after that?"

Jeanne continued to explain patiently.

"From this point of view...he is at least unwilling to take action, right?"

"and--"

"He didn't force you to leave."

Joan of Arc's statement was actually just her own guess.

but.

For Mordred at this moment, all she needed was speculation like this.

Because she also didn't believe that her father would do such a thing.

"That's right!"

Mordred returned to his usual cheerful self.

"How could the Master do that? He... is a hero!"

Just as the emotionally excited naughty boy was about to say something, he noticed that Gareth was staring at Joan of Arc.

The knight from Britain looked at the saint's face with an increasingly puzzled expression.

Although she was no longer afraid of other people's gazes, Joan of Arc still felt a little concerned when she saw Gareth looking at her like that.

"Gareth, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Gareth scratched his head.

"I just suddenly felt that... you and the old king seem a bit like... you and my mother too!"

Jeanne felt that these words sounded familiar.

She thought about it for a moment and confirmed the source - Mordred had said something similar.

The Saint asked tentatively:

"When you say 'like', do you mean Altria?"

"Hey!" Gareth nodded, "Master, how did you know?"

"Because Mordred said something similar."

Jeanne's eyes swept across the two sisters in front of her.

"anyway--"

"What is your relationship with Mordred?"

"And you seem to care about him even though he left?"

Mordred suddenly realized that something was not right, but it was too late to stop Gareth from speaking.

Gareth, who had not been told by Ian, answered directly:

"We are sisters."

"As for the reason for your concern... it's because he's the father of Mordred and me!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne's language system went out of control and almost woke up the other servants who were resting.

Her pupils trembled as if there was an earthquake.

"Are you...his daughters?"

Knowing that the matter was bound to be exposed, Mordred could only nod and acknowledge it.

"Yes."

"We...are all his daughters."

"..."

Jeanne stood there in a daze.

She never dreamed that she would suddenly learn such a truth.

My brother already has two daughters?

Where did this mistress come from? !

241. My Brother's Wives/Joan of Arc Wants to Be a Stepmother/Everyone's Hero (4k)

My own brother actually had a child outside? !

How did things come to this? !

Joan of Arc felt her breathing become more rapid as Gareth spoke.

But speaking of it——

The saint looked at Gareth and Mordred in front of her, unwilling to miss any details.

Their faces do resemble their brother a little bit.

Is this the so-called biological daughter?

Joan of Arc had no idea that while she was thinking this, her body had involuntarily moved towards the British knight sisters.

That was an attempt to see through them completely.

"Ms. Jeanne!"

Mordred shouted, and finally called Joan of Arc back from her strange behavior.

"What's wrong with you?"

Realizing that she seemed to have lost her composure, Joan of Arc gave a polite smile and quickly changed the subject.

"nothing."

"I... just want to confirm once again whether what you just said is true?"

"..."

Although Mordred was not a very sensitive person, he still noticed Joan of Arc's extremely obvious emotional changes.

She subconsciously became cautious.