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

Jeanne Alter held her forehead and laughed wildly.

"Oh, I see! So that's how it is!"

"It's so funny, it's impossible not to laugh!"

Jeanne Alter sat on the throne, clutching her stomach and laughing heartily. Below her, the spearmen, who had been put into a berserk state again, stood and continued to report.

The other berserk Servants stood aside, silent.

Gilles de Rais stood to one side with a smile, looking at Jeanne Alter with a hint of longing and fervor.

It took a while for Jeanne Alter to calm down.

"Ah, traveling alongside another, weak and humble me, is there a Servant wielding a shield, a very strong Caster, and a Master of unknown origin, is that right?"

"Yes, so, my Master, who possesses three Servants, what are your plans?" Beneath Vlad III's elegant expression, a hint of bloodthirsty killing intent could be faintly seen.

He is a powerful figure, but also a bloodthirsty vampire.

He was forcibly weakened by that caster, and then slapped away by the shield-wielding girl.

Vlad III considered this a disgrace to him.

Throughout the previous battles, he maintained a relaxed and leisurely fighting style, fighting Mash at a leisurely pace while enjoying the battle on another battlefield.

Then Mash's shield taught him a lesson about not getting too cocky, kid.

Seeing the anger hidden beneath Vlad III's smile, Jeanne Alter smiled.

"I understand this principle without you reminding me. Tsk, I really want to get to that version of myself right now and see that holy face."

"And that Dark One was actually killed... What a piece of trash." Jeanne Alter sneered.

“My Holy Virgin, should I summon a Servant again?” Gilles de Rais advised.

“Yes, I plan to use the Holy Grail to summon a few more Servants.” Jeanne Alter was not so sharp-tongued towards Gilles de Rais, and nodded.

Taking out the Holy Grail, Jeanne Alter walked behind the throne to the summoning circle she had used before.

......

"...Human history has been used as fuel..." Camilla frowned, repeating the fact Lawrence had stated.

The exchange of intelligence had ended, and after learning what had happened, Camilla recounted almost everything she knew.

Although she belongs to the Chaos Evil faction, from the perspective of historical figures, Carmilla is ultimately a Servant from the human historical side.

Although her easygoing nature allowed her to follow Jeanne Alter in destroying France without any guilt, now that she has been forced to switch sides to Chaldea, it's not a bad idea to help them out.

Besides... she was also annoyed with the woman who had forcibly put her in a berserk state as soon as she was summoned.

Although Lawrence looks pretty irritating too.

Camilla looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a somber gaze: "I'll tentatively accept this little girl as my Master."

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled.

Mashu and Jeanne were both very happy.

“However…” Camilla licked her lips. She wasn’t wearing a mask at the moment, and her bright red lips were accentuated by her fangs. She looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a restless gaze. “When you make a contract with a vampire, be careful, or you might end up with two holes in the back of your neck.”

"It's alright." Fujimaru Ritsuka doesn't have any other merits, but she is exceptionally hardworking. In the past two days in France, and before that in Fuyuki, she has almost walked all the way on her own two legs. "As long as you can serve us, what's wrong with letting you suck some blood?"

Lawrence reached out to stop the somewhat anxious Mash.

Camilla was taken aback when she saw the determination in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes.

He chuckled and said, "How did a little girl your age get that kind of look in her eyes...?"

"That look is something someone entrusted to me." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled happily.

Several faces flashed through my mind.

When Cú Chulainn, Anor, Mashu, the Black Arthur, Olga Marie, and Dr. Romani Archman asked themselves if they were willing to take on the mission of restoring human history.

She was resolute and unwavering, and she would continue to be so in the future.

Lawrence looked at his Master with a smile.

Before arriving at the French Singularity, she had long conversations with Leonardo da Vinci and Romain Rolland.

Both of them spoke highly of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

My Master is definitely not an ordinary person.

On the contrary, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who unhesitatingly shouldered such a heavy responsibility as the only hope in a situation of absolute despair, is perhaps... the one most worthy of respect.

Joan of Arc clapped her hands and called out to everyone, "Then, let's think about what to do next."

“Yes, if we want to enter Orleans, we need more plans…” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

......

After discussing some matters, to relieve her fatigue, Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned against a tree and quickly fell asleep.

Mashu stayed by her side to keep watch.

Camilla sat in an open space, seemingly lost in thought.

“Lady Bathory,” Joan of Arc’s voice came from behind.

Camilla didn't turn her head, but quietly said, "Being alone with a vampire in the dark is not a good choice."

"It's okay, I'm here too, you're not alone." A clear and pleasant voice came through, but to Camilla's ears it sounded rather irritating.

"Tsk." She smacked her lips in annoyance.

Lawrence's diamond fist left quite an impression on her.

Moreover, as a stealthy assassin skilled in delivering a fatal blow, his assassination attempt was miraculously thwarted by a frail magician...

Well, she's not exactly too weak.

Both Lawrence and Camilla's outfits have a strong aristocratic style, but one looks bloody and tyrannical, while the other looks elegant and dazzling.

“I hate you, Lawrence. Even if I had known you in my life, I would still hate you,” Camilla said bluntly.

Joan of Arc was caught between two powerful figures, unsure of what to say, and felt completely invisible.

"...It's an honor." Lawrence smiled, but it was a wry smile.

She sat not far from Camilla, gazing up at the night sky.

"Here, take this." Lawrence tossed a small crystal bottle to Camilla.

Camilla raised her hand and caught what Lawrence threw to her.

"This is my magic, a healing type of magic. The path we're on will definitely be accompanied by many battles, and I can't always give you buffs. So, take this with you just in case. Since you can only drink it once a short time, I won't give you any more."

Joan of Arc looked at Lawrence and Camilla, lost in thought.

Jeanne d'Arc in black, a gigantic evil dragon, numerous Servants...

What will the road ahead be like?

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Chapter 241 Three New Berserker Servants Arrive

Before dawn, Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up.

A fragrant aroma wafted into her nose.

"It smells so good, what is it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka got up from the hard, sticky piece of wood, stretched her arms, and smacked her lips.

Emerging from the woods, they found several Servants gathered around a fire, grilling food.

"Ah, Senpai, you're awake." Mashu held a piece of grilled meat and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was still sleepy but drooling with desire.

"Good morning, Mashu." Ritsuka rubbed her eyes. "What kind of meat is this?"

For the past two days, Fujimaru Ritsuka has been eating compressed biscuits that she brought from Chaldea. They have no taste and can only be eaten when soaked in water.

But even though she was very hungry, what kind of meat was this?

"This is the meat of those wyverns." Lawrence stood up, lifted her skirt, and gave a slight bow. "Good morning, Master."

"Hmm... Good morning, Miss Lawrence. Is this wyvern meat?"

Camilla remained silent for a moment, but tore a piece of dragon meat from her skin.

“Considering that the Master is, after all, human, and his body would not be able to handle eating only compressed biscuits in the long run, Mrs. Bathory and I came up with this idea,” Mash said excitedly.

"It's pretty good, just a little sour," Lawrence said with a smile after taking a bite.

“I brought some seasoning from Chaldea, and it comes in handy now!” Mash’s face was a little red.

"Well done, Mash!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up as she took the grilled wyvern that Mash handed her and started gnawing on it.

"Ahhh, food is definitely the number one element that makes a beautiful girl. It's so delicious!"

Joan of Arc looked at the roast meat in her hand and sighed.

These wyverns probably ate people...

But that's precisely why we should bite down even harder!

Joan of Arc was not a weak girl, but a general who went to war when she was only a teenager, and a saint who loved France even after being burned at the stake.

Without a word, the group focused intently on the grilled meat.

"Ah, I'm alive again..." Fujimaru Ritsuka said contentedly, clutching her stomach.

“We are still near La Salleh. According to Madame Bathory’s intelligence, the cities around here are probably equivalent to four cities…” Joan of Arc said dejectedly.

"Just how much hatred must one have for humanity to commit such an atrocity, my other self...?"

"The Saintess of France, my former Master, didn't hate humans," Camilla laughed mockingly, "but rather the country of France, and the countries of France and England."

"...The people are merely byproducts, so, Holy Maiden, what are your thoughts? To slaughter that black version of you who massacred France, in order to vent your anger?"

Camilla laughed, and the harmonious atmosphere that had just been there suddenly turned cold.

"...I don't know what I should do, but one thing I'm sure of!" Joan of Arc looked into Camilla's amused eyes and said firmly, "I will save this country, save France, just as I did in my life."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu looked at Jeanne with a hint of respect.