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The saint clasped her hands together and prayed once again.

Her desire was stronger than ever before, it was the longing for her brother that was about to burst out.

"Hopes scattered throughout history—"

"In the name of Jeanne d'Arc, I extend my highest respect and most sincere call to you."

"If I could hear it——"

"Just respond to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several rays of light shone in the summoning array paved with the blood of the saint.

“What a joyful call.”

"I...heard it."

An elegant man's figure appeared in front of everyone.

He just bowed and saluted Joan of Arc who was present.

"Caster (magician) Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is at your service."

"But first of all—"

"I'm actually a musician, so I might be weaker than you think."

"Hey Hey hey--!"

Another figure also appeared in the summoning circle.

She was an extremely beautiful girl - she had beautiful silver hair.

"Hey Mozart, you are pretending to be so weak now... Are you trying to create a contrast and scare everyone later?"

"Oh~"

The silver-haired girl smiled lovelyly and looked at the Saint and others in front of her.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself."

"My name is Marie Antoinette, and my job title is... also a Caster (magician)!"

"Vive la France!"

"Like you, I also love this land - but it will be about three hundred years later~"

Not long after the first two figures landed, a third servant appeared in the summoning circle.

"There's a burning smell in the air... Oh my, did someone just lie here?"

As these words with a hint of deep meaning were spoken, a petite figure slowly walked out.

It was a green-haired girl holding a fan.

Her expression looked like she was smiling, but it also made people feel a little scared.

"Nice to meet you, my Master... I am Kiyohime."

"Don't look at me like this, I'm a Berserker~"

"If anyone lies to you, please tell me... I will burn that person to charcoal as soon as possible."

The last beam of light converged.

This is a symbol of the end of the Servant summoning.

A girl dressed in ancient British style walked out holding a spear.

"Oh~"

"I've been summoned for the first time!"

"But Master, please rest assured! Lancer Gareth will definitely bring you victory!"

"Eh——?! Xiao Mo, why are you here too!"

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this? Sister Gareth!"

The quiet night became noisy in an instant.

Heroic spirits from all ages came to Jeanne d'Arc because of her call.

Mashu's expression at this moment was no longer just surprise.

She felt more incredible.

"Summoning four servants at once, this is the strength of a first-rate magician!"

"Is this some kind of family bloodline inheritance?!"

"Ms. Jeanne...you are amazing!"

Hearing Mashu's sigh, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly shouted at this time.

"I made a decision!"

"Decided?!" Mashu looked at her in confusion.

"Yes!" Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Mashu beside him.

"I have decided that I will become a great magician in the future!"

"Otherwise, in a situation like this, where I'm supposed to go find Ian but can't help at all... it's too painful!!"

"..."

Hearing this, Mashu took a few deep breaths and then ignited her fighting spirit.

"That's right!"

"I have to work hard too--!"

"Ritsuka! Let's get Senpai back from that woman!"

"it is good!"

Under the starry sky.

The team belonging to the Saint has been assembled, forming a strong fighting force.

Orleans, which has witnessed the battle of dragons, will once again usher in a grand battle of servants!

233. Ta Miao hopes to participate/secret meeting without telling the witch/Devil's City Orleans (4k)

At dawn.

After a long night of flying, the evil dragons finally arrived at their destination just as the sun was about to rise.

With a whoosh sound.

Atalanta jumped off the dragon's back and then stretched out on the ground.

She had been on guard all the way, and now she could finally relax a little after arriving at the Demon King's Castle.

Her tail began to wag from side to side.

but--

Before Atalanta could enjoy herself for a few minutes.

She was so embarrassed by the scene before her that her entire face turned red.

She saw her Master passionately kissing the Servant she had chosen on the most powerful evil dragon.

It was the same scene as the kiss on the city wall, but now it seemed even more unsightly because it was out of control.

The Dragon Witch, who was usually cold and ruthless in front of other people, turned into the most pampered little girlfriend in front of him.

The word "desire" was written all over her eyes as she looked at him, as if in the next moment she would really perform a master-servant relationship with him on the dragon's back.

Do not--

Atalanta's gaze shifted slightly downward.

To be precise, the master-slave relationship should be re-established.

Looking at this scene, the cat girl suddenly felt very thirsty.

Her throat was moving slightly, and strange images began to appear in her mind.

If--

At this moment, the one kissing Ian on the dragon's back was not the Master, but himself.

How wonderful it would be...

The moment she realized this, the cat girl's pupils dilated slightly, and then she raised her hand and slapped herself.

Atalanta! What are you thinking about!

That's the Servant that the Master has his eyes on, and they really have a relationship that crosses the line!

It was already too much for me to be unclean with him in private.

Now you still want to do that kind of thing for her? !

No!

Absolutely not!

We absolutely cannot get to that point!

Atalanta shook her head, trying to throw away the voice that had just been born.

But she soon discovered that this was not as easy as she had imagined.

At least--

It is definitely impossible now.

During the time when the cat girl was reflecting, Black Jeanne also enjoyed a happy time on the dragon's back.

She had already become as soft as a puff, and she hooked her arms around the man's neck, exhaling a breath of hot air.

"Carry me down~" she said in his ear.

Obviously.

Black Jeanne d'Arc may not even realize that what she is doing is no different from acting like a spoiled child to her girlfriend.

She simply felt that she could get something from it - and that was enough.

However, Ian didn't intend to say much about it.

After all, it was just a matter of carrying her down, which was quite easy to accomplish.

"……it is good."

The man hugged Black Jeanne - she was much lighter than he had imagined.

He jumped off the dragon's back and landed on the ground quite smoothly.

The cat girl also managed to calm herself down at this time.

She put away her Tauropolos and walked towards the two people who had landed.

"Master, and Ian."

"Atalanta."

Black Jeanne, who was being held, responded softly - she seemed to quite enjoy the feeling of being held in Ian's arms.

"Thank you for staying alert along the way."

"That's not true." The cat girl shook her head. "Protecting the Master is the Archer's (archer's) responsibility."