I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

Wasn't I here to assassinate him?

If I can assassinate Fujimaru Ritsuka, then no one will be my match.

What the heck is this night raid?!

"You idiot country bumpkin, are you deliberately trying to pick a fight?!"

Chi Heizhen glared angrily.

"Sister, stop pretending. I've already seen through your thoughts. You're just the tsundere love-struck girl Mary was talking about."

WTF?

"Who's love-struck?! Wait... who's your sister—"

Shocked.

Joan of Arc grabbed Black Jeanne's arm.

"In that case, I'll lend you a hand. Let us in, okay... sir?"

Saintess Sticker.

......

The guards shed tears of envy: As expected of Fujimaru-sama... These are our French Saint Maidens... Oh my god! [So envious!]

"If it's the Holy Maiden... well, that's fine."

【Do your best, Fujimaru-sama!】

"Thank you! Mary told me to learn more about dating, which is exactly what I've been wanting to do!"

Joan of Arc pushed the bewildered Black Jeanne, nodded to the soldiers, and walked into the inner room.

"You...you have to teach me more, little black sister."

Joan of Arc blushed and whispered something.

......

Teach you?

I've never been in a relationship myself, how can I teach you?

Should I just say, "I have romantic feelings for you"?

Only an idiot would be so brain-dead.

But what should I use to teach you...? This sword hidden in my sleeve certainly won't do.

Love is a relationship between two people who support each other through thick and thin. It requires mutual understanding and complete integration of one's heart and soul with one's loved one.

In the midst of heated exchanges, a solid and reliable relationship is built. Although there may be some verbal conflicts, the other person will look at you with a gentle smile when you show anger or disdain...

Chihei Zhen's face flushed slightly, and the anger of revenge in her heart seemed to have lessened considerably.

......

Joan of Arc looked at herself with bright, sparkling eyes.

It made Chiguro Jeanne's mind wander for a moment.

Even a vengeful dragon girl has desires for love...

Snapped!

wrong!

Mother.

What on earth was I thinking?!

I'm here to assassinate you!

"The Master's bedroom is just ahead, Kuro, good luck. I'll cheer you on... Just tell me your experience later."

What experience? Assassination experience?

You idiot country bumpkin...!

"You idiot, how long are you going to follow me? Now that you've already secured the Master's position, you'd better just disappear from my sight! You stupid saintess."

Chiguro-sada frowned and said.

"How could this happen? Xiao Hei is so mean, treating his sister like this."

"Who said I'm your idiot sister? If you don't get out of here right now, believe me, I'll burn this lousy fortress down and we can all sleep on the floor to cool off!"

Chihei Zhen conjured a ball of flame in her hand.

"No...don't do this, Xiao Hei. I'll leave, I'll leave, okay?"

Joan of Arc left, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

It's good that you left, it's really good that you left.

Jeanne Alter was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

She felt she had almost been exposed... Luckily, this idiotic village girl wasn't very bright, otherwise, it might have been harder to fool others like this.

Watching Bai Zhende's departing figure, Chi Hei Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I remember you were talking about this room, weren't you?"

The stone fortress was all too familiar to her.

Quietly, quietly.

He quietly slipped into Fujimaru Ritsuka's room.

Then... the decapitation strike.

[Perfect, my revenge!]

Let's celebrate my hatred!

Just as Jeanne Alter slipped into Fujimaru Ritsuka's room, in the dimly lit corridor illuminated only by torchlight, two figures held their breath and quietly slipped from the front to the door.

"Mary, hurry! Little Black has already gone inside."

Yes, the fortress is circular. Joan of Arc went around it once and then came back from the front.

Joan of Arc's plan is a success!

"Shh, keep your voice down. This is a love lesson, so don't let your Master and Jeanne Alter find out by making too much noise."

The petite Queen Mary leaned close to Joan of Arc's plump body, also quietly peeking through the doorway, cautiously and stealthily.

"I understand. But doesn't this count as spying?"

Joan of Arc nodded, then asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"How can this be called spying? Even in the palace, men and women are supervised by special personnel. How can matters of love be called spying? It's not spying."

Mary quickly shook her head and whispered.

As expected of royalty, they know a lot.

Joan of Arc nodded, seemingly understanding.

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Jeanne Alter, the Jeanne Alter of this singularity era, is preparing to carry out an assassination mission.

However, if she hadn't disguised herself as "herself," she probably would have been exposed long ago, you idiot.

However, her personality meant she couldn't carry out a perfect assassination.

If she were to unleash her Noble Phantasm directly, the other Servants would arrive immediately, and if Fujimaru Ritsuka had any means of survival, she would be unable to escape at all.

The leather boots made almost no sound as the stealthy Black Jeanne moved along the floor.

"Ugh...wooo—!"

The silence was terrifying. Suddenly, a soft murmur from a sleep broke the stillness, startling even Jeanne d'Arc Alter, the evil "Dragon Witch."

"Um, Senpai... Mash Kyrielight, I'll do my best."

It was the purple-haired girl sleeping peacefully, with a sliver of moonlight shining down, making one reluctant to interrupt her gentle and lovely appearance.

"Phew~~ What is it? It's that demi-Servant."

Chihei Zhen quietly took a deep breath, focused her eyes, and continued to tiptoe cautiously forward.

It was unusual for the girl to be so tense, as if she were a new recruit going into battle for the first time.

As the ancients said: "If a scholar is enraged, two corpses will lie on the ground, blood will flow five steps, and the world will be draped in mourning."

He drew the sharp blade hidden in his sleeve; a single, direct thrust into the chest would be fatal.

The Arbitrator, Jeanne Alter, has made up her mind to take on the role of an assassin for a while.

The place where Fujimaru Ritsuka slept, though called the palace by the soldiers, was actually just a small house in the fortress, no different from the resting place of those soldiers.

She finally saw Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleeping face. Although the young man was very handsome, but...

[You actually made me suffer so much! You deserve to be burned alive a hundred times over, huh.]

......

Fujimaru Ritsuka vaguely sensed someone approaching her, and in the haze, she saw a black figure.

"Hmm...is it Alter?"

The boy, still half-asleep, opened one eye and closed the other.

"Hey, that's right... that's me."

Alter, what kind of nickname is that?

"Is the patrol... back?"

"Yes, yes, the patrol has returned."

Chiguro nodded in reply, then prepared to brandish the sharp blade in her hand, revealing a sinister expression.

"That's good. I thought you weren't coming back."