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

"Then...it's my turn next."

"But before that-"

"Can I ask the master a question?"

"Of course," Ian replied without hesitation.

"that is--"

Atalanta looked into the man's eyes with a little more tenderness.

"Can I try that princess hug?"

"I really envy the day you took the Master down from the dragon."

"..."

Without any hesitation, Ian bent down and picked up the cat girl.

He suddenly realized that this seemed to be the first time he had done this with her.

He suddenly felt that he was not just playing with fire with her.

"I'm sorry, Atalanta."

"Shhh."

The cat girl reached out and gently covered the man's mouth.

"I don't want to hear Master say such things anymore."

"Now--"

"I just want to walk a little further with my master."

"..."

Thousands of words have lost their meaning at this moment.

Only a hug can touch people's hearts a little.

Sunrise in the southeast.

Ian held Atalanta in his arms and walked step by step towards the city gate he saw when he first arrived in Orleans.

"So this is what it feels like to be held." The cat girl in the man's arms sighed.

“That’s great—”

"It's decided... I'll try to marry the master next time."

Saying this, the cat girl took the initiative to meet the dagger that had been prepared in advance.

Tick.

The girl's blood fell to the ground. Her gradually fading body silently announced the defeat of the witch servants.

The man met his companions again.

And there is only one step left to repair the singularity.

That is to take back the Holy Grail!

243. Joan of Arc's Sister Recognition Plan/Reunion/The Difficult Black Joan of Arc (4k)

The time on both sides returns to the present moment.

In front of the gate of the Demon King's City Orleans.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ian.

The man in front of him had really been with the Dragon Witch for too long.

At this moment, his whole body was emitting an irrepressible magical aura.

Is the enemy?

Or a friend?

No one dares to give an accurate answer.

Apart from--

Joan of Arc.

The moment she saw her brother, she trotted towards him.

Even though the man's body was covered in blood, she still threw herself into his arms without hesitation.

"Brother~"

"..."

Seeing this very familiar way of acting like a spoiled child, Ian's heart, which had become sad due to excessive killing, gradually softened.

He turned back into her brother.

He reached out and stroked Joan of Arc's soft golden hair, and said gently:

"Sorry for making you worry."

This extremely intimate scene was also reflected in everyone's eyes.

There was no hand-to-hand combat or tit-for-tat confrontation.

There was only a gentle embrace - the so-called worries disappeared completely at this moment.

Soon, Gareth and Mordred, who were daughters, also ran over.

Then there is Mashu, the Servant.

Finally, there is Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The girls surrounded Ian and silently congratulated him on his return.

Everything was just as Joan of Arc had said.

He never betrayed, but simply helped everyone in secret in a different way.

A few minutes later.

Having regained his trust, Ian told everyone present what had happened in the past three hours.

Hearing these words, Mashu seemed very surprised.

"so--"

"Senior, is all this blood on your body from those servants?"

"That's about right." The man nodded, confirming what Mashu said.

"So awesome!" Gareth admired his father as always.

"father……"

But before she could finish her words, Mordred covered her mouth.

The latter pulled the former aside and whispered instructions.

"Sister Gareth, don't yell like that in front of other people!"

"Father will be very unhappy!"

"..."

It was the first time Gareth had heard of such a request.

But she nodded anyway.

"ok, I get it."

Completely different from the two noisy sisters, Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed another part in Ian's words.

She said:

"That, Ian."

"According to what you just said--"

"Don't all the servants that Miss Jeanne summoned have to die in this singularity?"

"..."

The man was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

"Ritsuka, you're right."

“This… is indeed part of the operation.”

"..."

For a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know how to respond to Ian's words.

She does have a strong sense of justice.

but--

She still found it hard to accept the situation where servants had to voluntarily die.

not to mention.

These servants have come to this era because of their own sense of justice!

Just when Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused, a hand gently patted her shoulder.

She turned around and saw that it was Joan of Arc.

The saint smiled slightly, and then said softly:

"Let me do this kind of thing."

After saying this, she glanced at all the Servants present, and then bowed deeply.

She confessed directly:

"Servants with a strong sense of justice, I am truly sorry!"

"I wanted to continue this journey with you guys."

"But for some reason."

"Now--"

"You may have to go back to the era you existed in advance."

"..."

The whole house was silent.

This is no accident.

After all, in a sense, this is equivalent to making those heroes from various generations make a wasted trip, and there is a bit of a joke in it.

but--

The Servants didn't seem to think so.

"Master." Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart looked at Joan of Arc in front of him, his attitude still as respectful as before.

"I want to know—"

"After I leave here, will the land under my feet really be able to have long-term peace?"

"..."

Joan of Arc did not respond to Mozart's question immediately, but looked at Ian beside her.

This is asking what he means.

The man was not vague and nodded directly, then answered Mozart's question.

"Yes."

"I promise you - after you leave, this place will definitely have the peace it deserves."

Although she was not his Master, Mozart immediately understood a little bit when he saw Jeanne's attitude towards him.