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

Martha smiled gently: "Very good answer."

She regained her seriousness: "Actually, in terms of strength as a Servant, Jeanne Alter is not invincible; she is still within the rules."

"However, she possesses the Holy Grail and uses it to summon a large number of Servants to serve her."

"The Berserker Saber, D'Eon; the Berserker Lancer, Vlad III whose Spirit Origin has now been twisted into a Berserker; the Berserker Archer, Atalanta; and the Berserker Caster, Gilles de Rais—these four Servants are still serving Jeanne Alter."

"Besides that, there's me, Rider Martha, who's already on our side, and Miss Assassin Camilla, as well as that Berserker who was used as material to be fused into the dragon. I'm sorry I don't know his real name, but he should also be a Servant related to dragons."

"During her second summoning, Jeanne Alter summoned three Servants, and strangely enough, they were all Assassin class."

"The one you just killed was the Phantom of the Opera, yes, his real name is the Phantom of the Opera. Besides him, there was also the Knight of the Round Table, Bindo, who has already left the stage, and the famous French executioner, Charles-Henri Sanson."

"As for that terrifying dragon, before it merged with that Berserker, it should have been Fafnir."

"And Siegfried, the hero who could kill Fafnir, has already been eliminated by the combined attack of me and D'Eon."

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Chapter 255 Full of Enthusiasm

After hearing Martha's information, Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into thought, while the others had different expressions.

“Sanson…” Mary sighed.

At the end of her life, all she saw was the indifferent Sang Song and the falling guillotine.

She was afraid of Sanson, and hated the guillotine even more.

But now Sanson is also in France, and undoubtedly a follower of the opposing side...

Mary was a little scared, so scared that she was trembling.

Mozart came over and took Mary's hand: "Please don't be afraid, my queen."

“…Hmm.” Normally, Mary would have accused Mozart of pretending to be serious and planning a prank, but now she just silently squeezed Mozart’s hand.

Moreover, besides Sanson, the name Dion also surprised Marie.

She definitely knew Dion, the beautiful young knight, who had even personally awarded her a medal.

Joan of Arc also fell silent.

“Jill…” she murmured to herself in anguish.

Gilles de Rais was her most loyal and skilled general, her closest friend and most reliable subordinate. During her lifetime, many military operations would not have been possible without Gilles de Rais, let alone earning her the reputation of "Saintess of the Nation".

As someone who arguably knew Gilles de Rais best, Joan of Arc keenly sensed that many things in between were suspicious.

Roman's temple was beaded with cold sweat: "Seriously, every single one of their Servants is extraordinary..."

“The knight D’Eon, the Greek huntress Atalanta, the vampire grand duke Vlad III, each of them is a very famous figure…” Mash frowned.

“Yes…” Lawrence said, stroking his chin. “And aside from the fact that the enemy has at least five Servants, that dragon is the biggest obstacle right now.”

“The Fafnir that Jeanne Alter created with the Holy Grail is completely different from this monster shrouded in black mist.” Martha blinked, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was deep in thought. “That Berserker should carry the concept of other top-tier dragon species. What we are facing now is not just a simple Fafnir, but a much more powerful creature.”

“And I must also apologize.” Martha lowered her head, clutching her chest. “The only possibility of defeating Fafner was to be forced to retreat during the siege I was part of. That was my fatal mistake.”

“At that time, Martha was in a berserk state that she couldn’t control. If I were to blame you for that state, it would be my fault as your Master.” Fujimaru Ritsuka helped Martha up and sighed.

"Besides, my plan still needs Miss Martha."

"...I understand, I will cooperate fully." Martha stood up, looking at her Master with a holy and solemn gaze.

"Thank you." Fujimaru Ritsuka also found a place to sit down. "Our current fighting strength is actually quite considerable."

"A total of nine Servants is enough for us to do a lot of things," Lawrence smiled.

Chaldea's fighting force is truly formidable. Mash and Lawrence were brought from Chaldea, while Camilla and Martha were recruited using Command Seals. The remaining five were summoned to this twisted France on their own initiative long ago, and have now formed a temporary contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

“Miss Martha, although the plan hasn’t been finalized yet, let me tell you my basic ideas.” Fujimaru Ritsuka took a bite of jerky.

"Please speak." Martha patted Tarask's head, her expression gentle.

"The dragon slayer is gone, so besides the dragon-slaying hero, there is another way to kill the dragon."

“You mean…” Martha narrowed her eyes.

She seemed to understand something.

“Create another dragon, and let the two dragons clash.” A glint flashed in Fujimaru Ritsuka’s eyes, accompanied by a confident smile.

Martha glanced at Tarask, who was much smaller than Fafnir and looked rather simple-minded, and couldn't help but smile: "Tarask, do you want to regain the swagger you had before you came with me?"

Tarask panicked a little: "Big sister, what are you saying? I like you so much, please don't hit me."

Martha glared fiercely at Tarask, who was so frightened that he quickly covered his head with his little hands.

Everyone: Stare—

Martha instantly reverted to her saintly form: "I mean, would you be willing to help us fight that terrifying dragon...?"

Tarasque was taken aback.

"But, boss, my current strength..."

“Don’t worry, Mr. Tarask.” Mash also came over and stroked the fur on Tarask’s neck. “We won’t let you fight that thing unprepared.”

The fur feels pretty good!

Lawrence stood behind and smiled.

Since the eerie black mist on the dragon was added later, then...

Moreover, the strange behavior exhibited by the dragon at that time also puzzled Lawrence.

As a high-ranking dragon, Fafnir must possess the ability to breathe fire, a characteristic shared by all wyverns.

However, at that time, the dragon's flight altitude and speed were enough to wipe out everyone in Chaldea with a single fire attack. Lawrence was even planning to self-destruct his Spirit Origin and unleash his Noble Phantasm.

But it stopped, and in a very strange way.

It's like... fighting with yourself?

Therefore, Lawrence deduced that dragons were imperfect, or even incomplete.

Martha remained silent for a moment.

Tarasque's original strength...

The son of Leviathan, a top-tier dragon species, how could he possibly be weak?

If it weren't for God's help and his own iron fist, he wouldn't have been able to subdue it, let alone reform it.

“I will use my magic to enhance Tarasque, and Miss Martha, you must also have a way to enhance your own Noble Phantasm.” Lawrence was also fiddling with the giant turtle.

These mythical beasts from the Age of Gods are a rare sight, so hurry up and pet them as much as you can.

Martha: "...Yes, I do."

Tarasque wavered slightly, but Marda's hand on its neck caught a small piece of its skin.

Tarasque: I dare not move.

A fleeting look of unease crossed her face, but she quickly regained her composure: "Please rest assured, everyone. I know the gravity of the situation."

"I understand, after all, she is Miss Saintess."

Camilla, standing to the side, caught Marda's momentary unease.

...It seems that the so-called "methods" are either extremely costly or difficult to control.

I hope you can truly distinguish between what's important and what's urgent, my holy lady...

Without much thought, Camilla went back to confronting Elizabeth. She now deeply regretted why she had been so soft-hearted as to release Elizabeth from the Iron Maiden; it was practically a walking black mark on her past!

Joan of Arc smiled. It seemed everyone was full of energy, and she could already see hope!

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Chapter 256 Splitting Up, Encountering Followers

“According to Miss Martha’s intelligence, there may still be scattered, lone Servants throughout France.” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the Servants fighting alongside her, her expression solemn and serious. “The battle between beasts will naturally have a winner and a loser, but when one side is on its last legs, we need someone to wield the sword against the dragon.”

"Based on the pattern of Servants being summoned autonomously in natural singularities, I have a conjecture that perhaps other Servants capable of slaying dragons have been summoned to France."

"In fact, even if we are not dragon-slaying Servants, we should try our best to absorb as many combat forces as possible that are stranded on the French mainland."

Fujimaru Ritsuka placed her hand on Mash's shield, her gaze intense: "And Miss Lawrence and Miss Martha will stay here, responsible for sharpening the beast's claws."

"The rest of you, split up and search for other lone Servants."

"Mash, Miss Mary, Mr. Mozart and Miss Joan of Arc, together, head west."

"Miss Elizabeth, Camilla, and Miss Simonetta formed another group and searched in the southeast direction."

“And Miss Kiyohime…” Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed as she looked at the fire lizard that was clinging to her and wouldn’t let her get away, “She will stay here to be in charge of guarding the camp.”

"It has been more than a week since we arrived at the French Singularity."

"The decisive battle is very close to us."

"For humanity, for the sake of human reason, my Servants."

"We must win!" Fujimaru Ritsuka declared before the heroes of human history.

......

Mary and her party set off westward.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's grouping should basically ensure that the average level of the two groups is not too different.

At this very moment, countless wyverns were flying in the French sky, while a large number of zombies and skeletons were scattered on the ground.

In addition, several of Jeanne d'Arc Alter's Servants are relentlessly carrying out massacres throughout France.

Even though they aren't Riders, as Servants, everyone's pace isn't too slow.

Mary and Joan of Arc truly became friends, and they talked a great deal while traveling.

The fact that a French saint who saved her country and an ignorant queen burdened with infamy actually became friends is perhaps the greatest dramatic aspect of heroic spirits.

Mozart continued forward, making wicked jokes as he went.