Dark Soul Moon

"Through the wheel of restraint, come forth,"

"Guardian of the scales!"

After the spell was finished, everyone looked at the magic circle expectantly.

However, the magic circle did not respond.

"The summoning failed?"

asked the leader.

Emiya Kiritsugu shook his head, he didn't know what was going on.

After all, it was his first time participating in the Holy Grail War. According to the collected information, there had never been a failure to summon in the previous three Holy Grail Wars.

"...Then change to a holy relic."

The leader's voice sounded a little disappointed.

After replacing the holy relic with the Dragon Meteor Sword, Emiya Kiritsugu recited the incantation again.

Then, a light came on.

In the circle, a tall figure appeared.

However, because of the dazzling light, no one could see her appearance clearly.

A majestic female voice sounded.

"Lancer, Artoria, come here at your summons."

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Down Down Down Down... Volume Trailer

Down, down, down... The title of the volume is "Immortal Red Dragon"

The discouraged brother Hawkwood will appear at that time.

Hawkwood's Noble Phantasm——

【Escape from the Undead Squad】

Class: D Type: Anti-human Noble Phantasm

Escaper of Undead Legion

Hawkwood's Noble Phantasm, defended with the shield in his hand.

The monitors don't know how to use shields because of their unique sword skills.

This shield may be a symbol of his discouragement, so the effect of the defense is not obvious.

Your old friend, a hot man who lived from ghast all the way to blood may also make an appearance.

Chapter 1 The Dream of Joan of Arc

"Good morning, Jeanne."

The peasant woman who was washing clothes saw a bright figure running in front of her. She put down the clothes in her hand and greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Aunt Lucy."

Joan of Arc stopped and responded obediently.

She was less than ten years old and was going to help on the farm run by her father.

Although the father was responsible for collecting taxes in the village and leading the militia to guard the village, he did not indulge his daughter.

Therefore, at a young age, Joan had to help her mother and father with some farm work.

"Going to help again?" Lucy asked.

Little Joan nodded.

"Then get to work."

Lucy smiled and waved her hand, and then she went back to washing.

Joan started running again.

A golden figure ran across Domremy's farmland, like an elf.

The golden hair fluttered in the wind, and when Joan of Arc came to her father's farm, a little sweat flowed from her forehead.

"Dad, here I come!"

cried Joan.

"Oh, Jeanne, you're here, come and do Dad a favor."

Joan's father, Jacques Darc, is carrying things.

"it is good."

Joan nodded, and Jacques handed her some small items.