In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Perhaps there are personal reasons behind this.

But more importantly, it was another problem that he just realized.

At this moment, Jeanne d'Arc is not just a simple servant or master, but a being carrying the "Holy Grail".

If the Clarent sword hit her, it would indeed cause serious damage.

But at the same time, the Holy Grail is likely to suffer an equal blow.

No one knows what consequences this will lead to - the complete Holy Grail was retrieved at Singularity F.

Ian knew that he absolutely could not take such a risk.

After all, if the singularity during the Hundred Years' War between England and France cannot be repaired due to this action, all previous efforts will be wasted.

After weighing.

The man decided to take action.

The ability of "memory projection" was activated in an instant, and a pitch-black blade appeared in his hand.

That is the Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur Morgan), made from the memories gained from the battle with Altria at Singularity F.

It should have been a very poor imitation.

But at this moment, Ian could feel that there was some kind of magical power flowing in his body that could support his extraordinary performance.

"Excalibur Morgan!"

Following the call to protect human principles, the evil black beam rushed towards the lightning emitted by Mordred, causing a violent collision.

And then--

That is my hope for Joan of Arc.

How much can she understand?

"Hey!"

Black Jeanne's shout brought Ian back from his memories.

"what happened?"

The man came to his senses and looked at the girl lying in his arms and asked.

"You're still asking me what's wrong?"

"I should be the one asking you what's wrong, right?!"

Black Jeanne raised her head and looked at Ian who was hugging her with dissatisfaction.

"I called you so many times just now, but you didn't respond at all. You were as dead as a dead man."

"Are you thinking about something weird again?"

"……No."

"really?"

"real."

Hearing the man's answer, Black Jeanne curled her lips and didn't care about it anymore.

"correct--"

"I have another question for you."

"what is the problem?"

"If you really get married."

Black Jeanne held Ian's hand and her tone became a little gentler.

"Should I change the way I address you?"

"……I guess so?"

"That--"

Black Jeanne raised her head and continued in an unquestionable tone.

"I will call you dear from now on!"

"what?"

"It's decided, no objection!"

"..."

At the same time, outside Jura.

In stark contrast to the affectionate scene on the back of the evil dragon, where the couple was acting like a couple, the atmosphere here was as silent as death.

Although they successfully rescued all the innocent people in Jura City from the fire brought down by the evil dragon.

But everyone except Joan of Arc was clearly aware of one thing at this moment.

That means Ian really ran away with the Dragon Witch.

"How could this happen..." Mordred simply couldn't believe such a thing.

She simply could not accept that the person who was called a "hero" by her mother and adoptive mother would betray her in public like this.

This is not something he would do.

"Why would Senior..."

Recalling what happened just now, Mashu felt sick.

She still remembered what Ian said when he left - "I will come back after I figure out what's going on."

But when they met again, he was completely standing on the opposite side of everyone.

What on earth happened in this...

Not to mention Fujimaru Ritsuka.

All she could think about was the promise that Ian and she had made in front of everyone else when they set out for Chaldea.

"Together, we will take back the future that humanity deserves."

But now——

How could he betray and become a subordinate of that female devil?

Is it...

Were those words full of a sense of justice before actually just an act?

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Completely different from the others, Jeanne, who understood Ian's meaning because of the bond between brother and sister, was in a different state at the moment.

She realized that this might just be a recurrence of the past.

My brother is doing something for himself that cannot be made public for the time being.

This is definitely not a betrayal, but an unspeakable hardship.

So--

Got to trust him.

I believe that he did not betray and become a subordinate of the Dragon Witch, but had other intentions.

Trust that his last instructions weren't a huge trap.

Joan of Arc thought so, and then made an unprecedented determination.

only--

How can we summon more "servants" to Orleans as he instructed?

I have absolutely no experience in this area.

The saint took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, and began to pray.

"Lord... although I know my hopes are insignificant to you."

"But I still hope you can give me guidance and put me on the right path."

"Even if... just one sentence."

Joan of Arc prayed over and over again.

She was so devout and focused that she didn't even notice that her body was glowing slightly.

Time passed and the sun set.

After a whole day of prayer, Joan of Arc suddenly heard the voice in her dream again.

Those are extremely simple words.

“Everyone has a skill.”

"Your salvation is in it."

232. Heroic Spirits from Every Age! / The Time of the Holy Maiden's Revelation / Gathering (4k)

It was the voice I heard in my dream that night.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes and saw a shining light.

This was different from the fantasy that was "created" by his brother.

The light in front of her at this moment was genuine and without any falsehood.

It is so pure, without any other concepts mixed in.

Looking at the light in front of her, Joan of Arc felt as if she was walking at the end of time, and she could take in the whole world with just one glance.

It was an unprecedented feeling.

In my life so far, there has never been any description that can match it.

“Lord… is that you?”

The devout Joan of Arc couldn't help but express her doubts.

The light is silent.

Then came a seemingly correct answer.

"The 'Lord' that you are talking about does not exist in this world...

"That is just your hope and fantasy about fate relying on other things."

"But you have indeed appeared before me now." Joan of Arc said anxiously, looking at the light in front of her.

"Isn't this the basis for your existence?"

"Then why don't you use the fact that the days that never appeared in the past as evidence of their non-existence?"

"In the end, it is still because you have hope that you are certain of the existence of the Lord."

"..."

Joan of Arc was unable to refute these words from Guang for a moment.

She felt that her cognition was undergoing some wonderful changes under the influence of these remarks.

She asked:

"If you believe, it exists...if you don't believe, it doesn't exist."

“Lord, is this what you want to say?”

"That's it for now."

Guang Mang did not continue to answer according to Jeanne's words.

"If you want the answer—"

“You should find the problem first.”

"This is the best response to your dream."