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But Elizabeth Bathory always managed to find the right path in a miraculous way.

"How on earth was this done?" Mordred couldn't help but ask.

"is blood."

Elizabeth Bathory, who was holding Fufu, seemed to be in a good mood and took the initiative to respond to Mordred, who she thought was a fool.

"It's hard to explain. A stupid Servant like you won't understand. Just follow me."

"..."

Although he was criticized like this, considering that Elizabeth Bathory was indeed playing a role, Mordred had to swallow his anger.

"I'll settle the score with you sooner or later..." she muttered.

Ever since——

After a late-night raid, the group arrived near Jura.

Joan of Arc, who was thinking of France, was the first to walk out of the forest.

But what she saw was a scene she had never expected.

On the city wall in front of me that separated the inside and the outside, I saw a man and a woman hugging each other and kissing each other passionately in the sunrise.

Under normal circumstances, Joan of Arc would probably be very happy to bless them after seeing this scene.

After all, she also longs for that kind of simple and plain but beautiful love.

It’s just that due to my past, I can’t have too many fantasies.

But this time.

There was no way she could do such a thing.

Or rather, she couldn't even calm down.

because--

The two people in the saint's vision were really too special.

I saw a woman with almost the same appearance as her, with only a slight difference in hair color.

And men...

It completely overlaps with the him hidden deep in his memory.

"elder brother?"

"How... how is it possible?"

Joan of Arc could not imagine such a thing at all - the brother who had always doted on her was actually kissing another version of herself!

You know, that is the witch who is harming the French dragon!

Why did things turn out like this?!

In the end what happened? !

Before the girl regained consciousness, she and the man on the city wall had already kissed.

But the other Joan of Arc seemed far from satisfied.

She put her hands around the man's neck.

She looked at him affectionately, then parted her lips and whispered a few words with a smile.

The two kissed each other again.

Joan of Arc felt like her world was falling apart.

She could accept the poverty that came with living in anonymity, and she could also accept the inconveniences of living alone.

But there was one thing she could not accept no matter what.

That means someone wants to take my brother away!

No matter who it is, that is absolutely not possible!

correct.

Is she a witch?!

He must have done something to his brother to become like this!

The girl, her mind caught in a state of obsession, tightly grasped the holy flag given to her by her brother and walked forward step by step.

It was an almost instinctive action, without any command from the brain.

She got closer and closer to the city wall until she could clearly see their lips touching.

Unable to suppress her emotions, the saint held up the holy flag and shouted upwards.

“You witch—!”

"Give him back to me now!"

230. The Stolen Brother/The Angry Dragon Witch/Secrets Between Brothers and Sisters (4k)

At this moment, Joan of Arc did not know how dangerous her situation was.

The moment she shouted this desperately, a bow and arrow was secretly aimed at her.

That was Atalanta's Tauropolos.

As one of the servants controlled by Black Jeanne, she had already sensed the flow of another strange aura and had made preparations early on.

At the same time, she is an Archer, and because of her habits in her previous life, she retains the ability to "act alone" with extremely high authority.

Therefore, even if Jeanne d'Arc didn't issue any orders in this regard, she could freely set up an ambush like the current one according to her own ideas.

The bowstring is fully drawn.

Huh.

Green arrows were shot out, and then turned into an attack like a rain of arrows in the air.

This is Atalanta's Noble Phantasm, the Phoebus Catastrophe.

It is essentially a prayer to Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess, and an arrow book shot to ask for the protection of the two gods.

And at the moment when it needs to be materialized into an attack, what is demonstrated is that each arrow can individually form a rain of arrows like a "disaster", thereby strongly suppressing the target.

Logically speaking, this is not a Noble Phantasm that cannot be avoided.

It can even be said that the power of each arrow is severely reduced due to the pursuit of the ultimate range.

Stronger Masters can defend themselves with magic alone, without the help of Servants.

but--

Joan of Arc's attention was now completely focused on the two people kissing on the city wall.

She just wanted to shout out her feelings to him in her memory with all her might, so much so that she ignored everything else.

Emergency moment.

A dark shadow flashed from behind Jeanne.

That was Elizabeth Bathory - a Servant who was said to have come into this world in response to the call of the Saint.

She wielded the magic spear Prison City Chahedis and perfectly blocked all attacks aimed at her master Jeanne.

but--

She doesn't seem to like doing this kind of thing on her own initiative.

So after defending against this swift rain of arrows, the petite loli immediately turned around and attacked her master.

"Master, you little puppy!"

"It's not so obvious that you're in such a hurry to die, right?!"

"Eh?!"

Elizabeth Bathory's words sobered Joan of Arc up a little.

Only then did she realize how dangerous her situation was.

Completely exposed to the enemy's sight;

To attract the other person's attention without warning;

If Elizabeth Bathory had not arrived in time, she would have died on the spot.

but--

This realization seems to have come a little too late.

The girl's cry from the bottom of her heart was carried by the wind and reached the ears of the Dragon Witch.

This was completely contrary to her understanding - Ian was hers, so how could she repay him? !

Eager to object to this statement, she looked towards the direction where the voice came from.

The next moment, Joan of Arc's figure appeared in her eyes.

The Dragon Witch lost all her sanity in an instant, and her blood began to boil.

She pushed Ian, who was kissing her passionately, aside, then conjured up the flag engraved with the dragon's seal and held it tightly in her hand.

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She climbed over the city wall and leaped directly toward the ground, leaving a black streamline in the air before landing smoothly.

Those beautiful eyes had lost their original golden color and were replaced by a flame-like red.

The ground she walked on, without exception, emitted terrifying heat.

"..."

Elizabeth Bathory, seeing the Dragon Witch, suppressed the emotion she had just used when she was blaming Jeanne.

Her instinct was telling her that the girl in front of her, who looked almost exactly like her own Master, possessed extremely powerful reserves of magical power.

Is this a human being?

Or a follower?

Elizabeth Bathory had no idea which was the case.

For safety reasons, she could only maintain the highest level of alert.

She tightly grasped her magic spear, Prison City Chahedis, ready to make corresponding countermeasures according to the opponent's attack.

There will definitely be a fierce battle next!

The little girl thought so.

however--

But the situation was not what Elizabeth thought.

Looking at the little loli servant who was protecting the saint, Black Jeanne d'Arc had no intention of fighting at all.

She said coldly;

"Go away."