In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

“That would work, but that’s not how you use magic.” Lawrence held the gem above his head.

Click.

"The nemesis of plagues, that is my title!" Lawrence smiled confidently, gazing at the enormous gem with fascination.

Snap—crack—

The gemstone shattered abruptly.

"Don't lose heart, patients! As long as I'm here," Lawrence shouted, "you won't die!"

Bang!

The gem exploded, turning into magical dust.

The magical dust exploded everywhere, but it did not affect eyesight in the slightest.

Mashu and the French soldiers who came into contact with the magical dust suddenly felt that their injuries seemed to be...

"My wound has stopped bleeding?!"

"this......"

The Blade Gem returned to Lawrence's side.

She wore an incredibly beautiful and confident smile.

“I am a doctor, and a top-notch doctor.”

"Although I don't particularly like this profession, I can't just stand by and do nothing when patients appear in front of me."

Matthew also suffered some minor injuries, but now the marks are no longer visible.

"Thank you, Miss Lawrence!" Mash said excitedly, then turned back to continue fighting the dragon.

The sharp gems continued to fly, and Fujimaru Ritsuka stood beside Lawrence.

“Mash seems a bit strange today. Her mental state looks a bit like… getting angry?” Fujimaru Ritsuka trusted her Servant, but since Fujimaru Ritsuka first met Mash at Chaldea, she didn’t think she had ever seen her so emotional.

“I think I understand some of the reasons... but let’s not talk about it now.” Lawrence looked at the large black shield and smiled.

Britain itself...

"Is that so..." Fujimaru Ritsuka clicked her tongue.

Wyverns are not invincible; they are also creatures made of flesh and blood. Since they choose to hunt, they must be prepared to be killed by their prey.

With Mashu wearing a diamond necklace around her neck, the French army's valiant resistance as they rallied, and Lawrence's support with his flying gems and blades, the group of about 20 wyverns was quickly wiped out.

Mashu's shield dripped blood as she took a deep breath: "This should be the last one..."

She felt like she hadn't even been herself just now; she was exhausted.

Roman said excitedly on the screen, "Well done, everyone! Oh dear, I was so engrossed in watching that I almost crushed my sesame bun."

Mashu was taken aback: "Doctor, those were the sesame buns I prepared!"

"Huh? Really? I saw the steamed buns and tea in the control room, so I..."

"..." Mashu was a little speechless and a little angry: "That was what I was planning to give you as a reward after the Singularity ended, of course it wasn't for you, Doctor!"

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Chapter 232 Three Girls Make a Show

As Dr. Roman chewed on the bun, he said with emotion, "Mashu, you've grown into a good child... *smack smack*..."

"Mmm, these buns are delicious...smack smack...Ritsuka must be so happy to be late." Dr. Roman's voice was slightly irritating.

"..." Mash silently walked to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side and reported very seriously, "Master, after returning to Chaldea, please prepare enough resources for one battle in advance."

She stared blankly at the screen: "Because I remembered an enemy who wanted to beat me with the back of his shield."

A little joke eased the serious atmosphere of the battle.

However, there was a disturbance on the French side.

"A witch—it's a witch!" The victorious French troops showed no sign of joy; instead, they fled back into the fortress in panic.

"Ladies over there, quickly hide!" a kind French soldier shouted anxiously to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

The girl in white stood there, silent and at a loss.

"Try to make contact, but the other party is also a Servant, so be careful," Fujimaru Ritsuka warned.

The girl in white shook her head and walked towards the group.

"Master, stand behind me." Mash was a little nervous.

"Thank you so much, whether it's for helping them treat their injuries or for helping them repel the wyvern." The white-armored girl bowed politely, displaying excellent manners.

"I'm a doctor, this is what I should do. May I ask who you are?" Lawrence had a vague guess in his mind, but he still asked.

"Judgmenter, my job title is Judgmenter, in my real name."

"It's Joan of Arc," the girl named Joan of Arc said cautiously.

"Joan of Arc—!!!" The three of them tensed up instantly.

"Joan of Arc, the witch?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in confusion.

Joan of Arc's eyes dimmed slightly: "There are some things that are not convenient to say in this setting."

She glanced at the fortress behind her and sighed, "If you can, please trust me. Please, come with me, okay?"

The three of them exchanged glances.

In the end, Lawrence and Mash both focused their gazes on Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Ritsuka thought for a moment, then blinked: "This is an opportunity, and also a clue."

Fou nestled on Mashu's shoulder: "Chirp chirp, chirp chirp!"

It expresses its affection for Joan of Arc.

“I have no objection. Although she is a Servant, she is very weak, and her true name is Jeanne d'Arc... Let’s try to find out more about her.” Dr. Roman also expressed his opinion.

"So, is it Jeanne d'Arc?" Fujimaru Ritsuka inquired.

"Yes." Joan of Arc smiled gently and confidently.

"Let's go."

"Thank you for your trust, Master."

......

Orleans.

Inside the enormous castle.

"Gil, I think I sense that two more Servants have entered the territory of France." Unlike the Joan of Arc who had joined the Chaldeans, this Joan of Arc, dressed in black armor with fair skin and white hair, spoke to Gilles de Rais, her tone filled with impatience and disgust.

Her class is the same as another Joan of Arc: Ruler.

The Arbitrator can discover the location and true name of other Servants and is the referee in the Holy Grail War.

"Should I send my berserk Servants to kill them, my Holy Virgin?" Gilles de Rais's eyes were still rolled back, frightening but filled with fanaticism.

"...No, although I've put these Servants into a berserk state, only a few are truly willing to obey my orders. I'll go myself." Jeanne Alter stood up from the throne and walked to the main gate.

With her back to Gilles de Rais, she said, "Using that berserker who's doubled in berserk mode, we need to maintain the evil dragon as soon as possible. It's always dealing with some small fry, and those Servants brought over by the Counter Force are always slippery like eels. I'm getting a bit bored."

“I understand, my Holy Virgin,” Gilles de Rais said with a smile. “Then, although I cannot accompany you, please take with you your berserk swordsmen, berserk spearmen, berserk cavalry, and berserk shadows.”

“Although I don’t need these things… but since it’s your suggestion, I’ll take these useless guys with me.” Jeanne Alter turned her head and smiled. “You won’t disappoint me, will you, Gilles?”

“Of course, my Holy Virgin.” Gilles de Rais bowed respectfully.

"...I hope so." Jeanne Alter jumped onto the dragon's back, and the other four Berserker Servants also jumped onto the dragon's back. The group rode the dragon and flew away.

......

On a certain official road.

A group of dragons is fighting three girls.

"Ugh, seriously! I was summoned to this era out of nowhere, and I don't even have a Master. I only have the two of you with me. What is going on?! Fighting isn't what idols are supposed to do!" The girl with two horns on her head cried and swung her spear (?) as she did so.

"Shut up!" Kiyohime, dressed in blue, was driven crazy by this person's noise. "I've listened to your complaints the whole way. Can't you be quiet like Simon?"

Kiyohime unleashed a burst of flame with her fan, forcing back a two-legged dragon.

"Simon is indeed very quiet, but it's eerily quiet!" Elizabeth Bathory, the dragon-horned girl, said angrily.

The girl, known as Simon, was shrouded in black mist and was currently clinging to the neck of a two-legged dragon. As the dragon struggled in terror, Simon bit a large hole in its neck.

Kiyohime: ......

Elizabeth: ......

"Is this dragon blood...? Ugh, it's not dragon blood at all, it tastes awful." Simon spat twice, frowned, and said very seriously.

"Ah, how I long to truly drink your blood..." She knelt on the ground, sobbing, completely oblivious to the new dragon attacking from behind.

"Hey, Simon!" Elizabeth was about to warn him when she saw the girl Simon, like a phantom, climb back onto the dragon's back and bite its neck.

"Simon-chan is a Heroic Spirit, so take better care of yourself," Kiyohime sneered.

"You damned country bumpkin squirrel! You fire-breathing lizard!"

"Hehehe, I am a real dragon, not some lizard!"

Kiyohime and Elizabeth are almost at each other's throats.

Simon on the other side.

No, it should be called a vampire hero, class Berserker, Simonetta Catania Vespucci.

He is vomiting up the dragon blood he just accidentally ingested.

She looked at her hands with teary eyes, her expression somewhat aggrieved.

"Ah, why am I so indifferent to all blood? I'm a vampire, yet..."

How I long to truly drink your blood, my love, ah...