The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

"Oh no."

"It shouldn't be called killing, it should be said that they died together."

"..."

This time it was Mordred's turn to be surprised.

"Perish together?"

"Yes."

Gareth looked at his sister, his eyes filled with memories of that experience.

"Father died together with Vortigern."

"I... was at the scene at the time."

"Then why do people say that it was Second Mother who killed Vortigern?" Mordred asked.

"Second mother?" Joan of Arc couldn't help but interrupt again.

"Who is the second mother?"

She was already confused by what she heard, and now she was exposed to a new title, so she naturally felt even more confused.

Now that things have come to this, Mordred no longer hides anything.

She looked at Joan of Arc's face, which was somewhat similar to the adoptive mother in her memory, and confessed everything.

"Second mother is the Altria I mentioned to you before..."

"Eh?!"

Joan of Arc's face suddenly turned red.

She finally understood why Mordred kept apologizing at that time.

Mistaking a stranger for your stepmother is indeed a "heinous crime"!

But then again——

Since Altria can be called the second mother...

This means that there is a similar relationship between his brother and Altria as there was with Morgan!

Could this be Xiao Si? !

Joan of Arc no longer dared to ask any further.

After just a short chat, his brother already had two more wives.

If they continue like this, maybe Xiaowu, Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi will come out soon!

Seeing that his Master Joan of Arc stopped talking, Gareth hesitated for a moment and continued to answer Mordred's questions.

"Xiao Mo, I had the same doubts as you at the beginning."

"But Brother Gawain told me that this is the best way to deal with it."

"After all... even if my father gets such a reputation, it has no practical significance."

"But if the old king could be given this kind of credit, Camelot would be able to enjoy long-term peace and stability."

"..."

Mordred did not respond to his sister Garris's words.

Obviously.

She didn't like this explanation very much.

Because this is equivalent to negating everything the father has done.

but--

She also understood that this might be the best option.

After all, Camelot did live a fairly prosperous life after that.

If there is really a connection between the two, this approach is understandable.

The campfire suddenly fell into deathly silence.

After a long time, the Saint spoke again:

"So...did your father sacrifice himself for Camelot at that time?"

"Yes."

Gareth nodded, his eyes revealing infinite nostalgia.

"Perhaps... I should have done as my mother said and kept my father in the city instead of letting him go to war with the old king."

"..."

Joan of Arc was overwhelmed with thoughts for a moment.

Although I haven't actually been to that era.

But listening to Gareth and Mordred's descriptions, she could also feel how important her brother did during that time.

This was a person that both kings of the same country missed.

It must have been an act of heroism beyond imagination.

Although I don't know how my brother achieved this leap forward.

But that's not something to worry about.

That’s a really good word – “hero”.

That's right.

He is a true hero.

It's like this no matter what time it is.

So--

It is not difficult to understand why someone would fall in love with a hero.

but--

Although I can convince myself in my heart.

But looking at Gareth and Mordred in front of her, Joan of Arc still felt a little depressed.

After all, she was planning to give birth to several children for him and then live with him.

Now it seems...it was completely stolen by someone else!

I suddenly became the aunt of two girls of similar age!

Really!

What is going on?

And really speaking——

I don’t want to be just this level!

At least she has to be their stepmother!

Gareth and Mordred had no idea what Joan of Arc was thinking at the moment.

They just felt that the saint seemed to be suddenly unhappy.

"Master...what's wrong with you?"

"nothing!"

"That's all for today."

As Joan of Arc said this, an unexpected night conversation came to an end.

But the truly unexpected is yet to come.

A few days later, the group, who had been cautious on the road, finally arrived at the Demon City of Orleans.

however--

What greeted them there was not the great battle they had imagined.

Ian, covered in blood, was seen standing at the city gate.

As the sunlight shone, the man glowed scarlet.

At this moment, something seemed to be dissipating in his hands.

That's a person.

Or... a cat?

Under the surprised gazes of the crowd, he forced a smile and said:

"Everyone...long time no see."

242. Ta Miao's Last Confession/Kill Through Orleans/Absolute Magic Reserve (4k)

The time goes back to three hours before Joan of Arc arrived in Orleans.

Late at night, in the Demon City of Orleans.

A breath of hot air was exhaled from Black Jeanne's mouth.

The Dragon Witch looked at the man beneath her, with a hint of confusion in her golden eyes.

"My dear...you are so awesome~"

“This makes me happier than I ever imagined!”

"..."

Listening to Black Jeanne's mumbling, Ian did not respond directly with words, but reached out and gently stroked the Dragon Witch's long hair.

"That--"

"Joan, do you still want it?"

"I want to~" Black Jeanne d'Arc responded without saying a word.

Not only did she not realize that she had become his girlfriend, but she also seemed very devoted.

in the room.

The sound of the Dragon Witch enjoying herself echoed once again.

She really enjoyed doing this with him.

After making love for a long time, Black Jeanne fell into a peaceful sleep.

And for Ian, his plan has just begun at this moment.

After confirming again and again that Black Jeanne was indeed asleep, the man climbed out of the bed.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the sleeping Black Jeanne d'Arc and slammed the door shut.

in the corridor.

Atalanta, fully armed, had been waiting there for a long time.

Holding the Tauropolos, she seemed to be in better fighting condition than usual.

but--

At this moment, the cat girl's face was flushed, and the tail behind her was half pulled down.

Looking at Ian who was standing next to her, she muttered with a bit of shyness.

"It actually takes so many times... I didn't notice it before."

"..."

Knowing that Atalanta had heard the whole process outside, Ian smiled bitterly, then reached out and gently stroked her soft head.

"no way."