The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

Then there is Mashu, the Servant.

Finally, there is Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The girls surrounded Ian and silently congratulated him on his return.

Everything was just as Joan of Arc had said.

He never betrayed, but simply helped everyone in secret in a different way.

A few minutes later.

Having regained his trust, Ian told everyone present what had happened in the past three hours.

Hearing these words, Mashu seemed very surprised.

"so--"

"Senior, is all this blood on your body from those servants?"

"That's about right." The man nodded, confirming what Mashu said.

"So awesome!" Gareth admired his father as always.

"father……"

But before she could finish her words, Mordred covered her mouth.

The latter pulled the former aside and whispered instructions.

"Sister Gareth, don't yell like that in front of other people!"

"Father will be very unhappy!"

"..."

It was the first time Gareth had heard of such a request.

But she nodded anyway.

"ok, I get it."

Completely different from the two noisy sisters, Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed another part in Ian's words.

She said:

"That, Ian."

"According to what you just said--"

"Don't all the servants that Miss Jeanne summoned have to die in this singularity?"

"..."

The man was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"Ritsuka, you're right."

“This… is indeed part of the operation.”

"..."

For a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know how to respond to Ian's words.

She does have a strong sense of justice.

but--

She still found it hard to accept the situation where servants had to voluntarily die.

not to mention.

These servants have come to this era because of their own sense of justice!

Just when Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused, a hand gently patted her shoulder.

She turned around and saw that it was Joan of Arc.

The saint smiled slightly, and then said softly:

"Let me do this kind of thing."

After saying this, she glanced at all the Servants present, and then bowed deeply.

She confessed directly:

"Servants with a strong sense of justice, I am truly sorry!"

"I wanted to continue this journey with you guys."

"But for some reason."

"Now--"

"You may have to go back to the era you existed in advance."

"..."

The whole house was silent.

This is no accident.

After all, in a sense, this is equivalent to making those heroes from various generations make a wasted trip, and there is a bit of a joke in it.

but--

The Servants didn't seem to think so.

"Master." Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart looked at Joan of Arc in front of him, his attitude still as respectful as before.

"I want to know—"

"After I leave here, will the land under my feet really be able to have long-term peace?"

"..."

Joan of Arc did not respond to Mozart's question immediately, but looked at Ian beside her.

This is asking what he means.

The man was not vague and nodded directly, then answered Mozart's question.

"Yes."

"I promise you - after you leave, this place will definitely have the peace it deserves."

Although she was not his Master, Mozart immediately understood a little bit when he saw Jeanne's attitude towards him.

Ian's opinion is, in a sense, Joan of Arc's opinion.

"I see."

The great musician nodded.

"Since the peaceful symphony requires me to be a note in it——"

He spread his hands.

"Then I don't mind welcoming my own death."

Mozart's attitude was very clear - he did not object to being killed here.

Marie Antoinette saw him like this, hesitated for a moment, then put her hands on her waist and spoke in a serious manner:

"Really!"

"Mozart, you're speaking too fast, aren't you?! You've taken all my lines!"

As if joking, the princess from three hundred years later also looked at Joan of Arc.

"Master, I accept this outcome as well."

"Anyway——"

"As long as everyone in France lives well!"

"I don't care about the rest!"

Seeing that Mary was willing to die to repair the singularity, Ian couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

but--

It doesn’t end there.

Because Qingji came over at this time.

She stood in front of Ian, stood on tiptoe, sniffed a few times, and then said:

"Are you... a dragon?"

"what?"

Ian was a little confused.

In his past memories, he could indeed transform into Fafnir to protect his sister Jeanne.

But at this moment——

Men don't feel they still have that ability.

Seeing Ian's expression, Qingji seemed to understand something.

She sneered: "Haha...it seems that you still don't understand how to use your power."

"Forget it, this has nothing to do with me."

"Master——"

The petite Kiyohime looked at Jeanne.

"If this can solve the problem... then please kill me painfully as well."

“I have no attachment to the land itself.”

"It's not a bad thing to go back early."

Qingji's attitude was very indifferent, as if it didn't matter whether she stayed or not.

But her words made everyone focus on Gareth.

The latter also said carelessly:

"If that can solve the problem—"

"Of course I don't mind."

"Xiao Mo, it seems I can only play with you next time!"

"Eh?!"

Although Mordred was reluctant to leave her sister Gareth, she knew that this was the only way.

She wiped her eyes and replied with a smile:

"Yeah! Let's play together next time we meet~"

A cold wind blew.

The figures of the servants disappeared one after another.

Ian looked at the projection of his sword Excalibur Morgan without saying a word.

He realized that this was far more painful than he had imagined - after all, one of them was a real daughter.

but--

He also knew that this was a responsibility he had to take on.

Rather than letting his other daughter, Mordred, do it, it would be better for him, as a father, to take on all the sins.

But it’s not over yet.

In order to repair the singularity during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, in addition to dealing with all the servants who should not be here, there is a more important condition.

That is to retrieve the Holy Grail that Leif buried in this era from Jeanne d'Arc and bring it back to Chaldea.

In this way, this distorted history can be truly restored to its original state.

but--