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This clean and neat scene left Mordred stunned.

"Okay, so awesome..."

"Isn't this already at the level of a 'Servant'?"

"Servant?" A gentle voice came from the cloak.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a Servant."

The man who killed the evil dragon took off his cloak and let his long ponytail fly.

She turned around and looked at the two girls with a smile.

"Hello, I'm Jeanne d'Arc."

"Just an ordinary French nun."

222. The Living Saint Jeanne d'Arc/The Abnormal Command Spell/Sweet Girlfriend Black Jeanne d'Arc (4k)

"..."

The scene of the cloaked girl using the pure white flag to kill the dragon with one blow temporarily plunged the scene into a mysterious silence.

Ritsuka Fujimaru repeated the name that the other party had just reported, and it always felt that it sounded a little familiar.

I... I must have heard this name somewhere!

Completely different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka was concerned about, Mordred was not at all interested in the name he just heard.

Or rather, she had no idea what that meant.

But this doesn't mean that she doesn't have things she cares about.

On the contrary, Mordred felt even more than Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Because the girl in front of him looked so much like Altria.

The memories of living by the lake with my adoptive mother were completely awakened in an instant.

Clear tears flowed from Mordred's eyes, dripped onto the ground, and blossomed into a flower.

"Mom!"

"I miss you so much!"

Mordred shouted out what was in his heart.

Then the naughty boy rushed directly towards the girl who claimed to be Joan of Arc, buried his head in her chest and began to cry.

Ritsuka Fujimaru was stunned.

Joan of Arc was also confused.

However, listening to Mordred's sad cry in her arms, the girl's eyes gradually became gentle.

She reached out and gently stroked Mordred's head.

"Cry loudly."

“After that, the Lord will surely give you a bright tomorrow.”

A few minutes later.

Mordred realized he had picked the wrong person based on the size of her breasts and looked embarrassed.

Although she is naughty, she is not impolite.

After wiping away her tears, she immediately apologized:

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to mistake you for my stepmother!"

Facing Mordred's apology, Joan of Arc smiled slightly.

"it does not matter."

"The person who can make you cry like this must be someone very important to you, right?"

"It's an unexpected surprise for me that you can temporarily remember her through me."

"and--"

Joan of Arc's flowing lines like water swept over Mordred.

She seemed to remember something, and her eyes became filled with nostalgia.

"You actually reminded me of someone very important."

"If... he could have a child, he would probably look a lot like you, right?"

"Eh?"

Mordred always felt that what Joan of Arc said seemed a little strange.

But before she could figure out what was going on, Fujimaru Ritsuka beside her suddenly shouted.

"I remembered!"

"You must be the saint mentioned in history books, Joan of Arc who led France to start the counterattack!"

"..."

"I really shouldn't have told you my name." Joan of Arc forced a bitter smile.

"Yes, I am Jeanne d'Arc."

"but--"

"Forget about the title of Saint Maiden... I am unworthy of it."

"No, no, no!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shook his head repeatedly, "You deserve it!"

"You are so amazing. You killed five dragons by yourself!"

"Give me a moment!"

Mordred called out to the two people who were singing in unison.

"What are you talking about... Why am I the only one who can't understand anything?"

"That's right." Fujimaru Ritsuka stuck out his tongue, "You were having so much fun that I almost forgot that you didn't know these things, Mordred."

"Then let's take this opportunity to get to know each other!"

The orange-haired girl began the introduction.

"I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"Her words are - Mordred!"

"..."

After a brief introduction, the three people had a preliminary understanding of each other.

"Singularity repair?"

After figuring out the purpose of the two men's visit, Joan of Arc blinked her beautiful golden eyes, looking very surprised.

"Does this thing still exist?"

"Yes." Ritsuka Fujimaru did not hide his and Mordred's purpose.

"These are all pan-human histories that were changed by the Holy Grail."

"If we don't correct them one by one... our future will be ruined!"

"..."

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, looking a little uneasy.

Obviously, as a saint, she was very worried about the future that Fujimaru Ritsuka talked about - even though she might no longer be alive by then.

After thinking about it, she spoke again:

"If you put it that way... I do know something that could be called a 'singularity'."

"what?!"

Just as Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to ask about this, the small device that had previously been unable to contact Chaldea suddenly moved.

Shila-

Olga Marie's voice came out.

"Hey! Fujimaru Ritsuka! Can you hear me?"

Feeling that the other party was very anxious, Fujimaru Ritsuka had to focus his attention here first.

"Captain, I can hear you."

"..."

As if she was somewhat bothered by the title of “Director”, Olga Marie paused before continuing.

"Great, I finally got in touch with you."

"Listen, Fujimaru Ritsuka, you should be in France in June 1431."

"Yeah... I know." Fujimaru Ritsuka responded, "Jeanne is right next to me now."

"Ah, what!"

Olga Marie cried out in surprise.

"Ritsuka, don't play such a stupid joke on me!"

"No kidding...she just rescued me."

“This——?” The young director still couldn’t accept it.

Realizing that this might never end, Jeanne thought for a moment and then walked directly to the side of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She started talking to the little thing, which she had no idea what it was.

"Hello, I'm Jeanne d'Arc."

"I can prove that Fujimaru Ritsuka is not joking."

"..."

When she realized that Fujimaru Ritsuka had indeed met Joan of Arc, Olga Marie became even more nervous than before.

Because Joan of Arc during this period should have been burned to death as described in pan-human history.

The young director thought for a long time before he came up with an answer that convinced himself.

"Have you...become a Servant?"

The word "servant" was mentioned again, but Jeanne's answer remained the same as before.

"Do not."

"I'm not a Servant."

"I'm just an ordinary French nun."

"..."

"Ah, wait! Mashu's signal has responded. I'll find you guys later!"

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Olga Marie's voice disappeared in an instant.

Only the three people who existed in this era were left looking at each other.

but--

The previous problems did not disappear with the sound.

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Jeanne in front of him and returned to the original question.

"Um... you just said that you think there is something that can be called a 'singularity', right?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"