The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

“This is my promise to him!”

To express her feelings, the pink-haired girl swung her giant shield vigorously.

Ding!

Blocked perfectly!

The flag of Black Jeanne pierced directly into Mash's shield, making a crisp sound.

Mash breathed a sigh of relief.

She could feel that the person in front of her was much more powerful than herself - luckily she managed to defend herself.

However, before Mashu could be happy for a while, Black Jeanne's sneer was heard again.

"I already said that."

"If you don't have enough strength... it will be embarrassing."

"what?!"

Before Mashu understood what this meant, the flag of Jeanne d'Arc was attached with a large amount of magic power and then glowed with red flames.

The originally balanced situation was broken in an instant.

This was not a situation that Mashu could handle.

Bang!

She was knocked flying, rolled several times on the ground, and stopped only after hitting a tree.

Seeing this scene, Black Jeanne smiled triumphantly.

"I've already told you... If you don't have enough strength, don't even think about protecting others."

"That would only become a burden and cause trouble to others."

Twirling the black flag in her hand, Black Jeanne walked towards Mash, ready to give her a fatal blow.

She wanted to use this to put an end to this battle that was over in one move.

"I thought you were so capable...but you fell down in just a few seconds?"

But at this moment——

Black Jeanne felt someone holding her hand.

She turned around and saw Ian who had reacted.

"What are you doing?!" Black Jeanne roared, "Let go of my hand!"

"I'm going to kill this ungrateful person!"

"I will never let you do such a thing."

Ian didn't hesitate at all and directly gave his answer.

"in addition--"

"who are you?!"

Ian knew that he was provoking Black Jeanne.

But for Mashu, he had to do it.

It’s okay that I didn’t react just now because it was too fast.

Now we can’t pretend we didn’t see anything!

But what Ian didn't know was that Black Joan of Arc was very excited.

She had always felt that this powerful man had an inexplicable taste for her.

This kind of personality now completely meets the needs.

"It seems that you didn't listen to me when I spoke just now."

"But it doesn't matter--!"

Black Jeanne d'Arc was not at all aware of her own double standards.

She looked at the man in front of her who was holding her hand, and there was a hint of special care in his golden eyes.

"I can tell you again."

"Listen—!"

"I am Jeanne d'Arc... I am the Dragon Witch seeking revenge on France!"

"How is it?! Did you hear it clearly this time?!"

"..."

Ian looked at Black Jeanne who was inexplicably excited, and his expression became a little complicated for a moment.

First of all, there is no doubt that the Black Joan of Arc in front of him is indeed no different in appearance from the sister Joan of Arc in his memory.

If I have to say, the only difference is the hair and eye color.

but--

If we ignore the similarity in appearance, the woman in front of me is very different from the one in my memory.

A little description.

The Black Jeanne in front of him was more like a child - her eagerness to introduce herself just now proved this.

How did things come to this?

After thinking it over again, Ian spoke again:

"Are you sure you are Jeanne d'Arc?"

"You——!" Black Jeanne was obviously a little impatient, "How many times do you want me to say it?"

"I am Jeanne d'Arc!"

"I am the Dragon Witch seeking revenge on all of France!"

"If you don't remember, I'll burn you now!"

Black Joan of Arc held her black flag, shaking her hands and looking very impatient.

She seemed to be very bothered by people not remembering her name.

Realizing this, Ian suddenly had an idea.

"So it's the Dragon Witch... I remember it."

"Well, that's more like it! So--"

Before Black Jeanne d'Arc could finish her words, she just stood there in a daze.

It wasn't that she had forgotten what she was going to say.

But -

Ian in front of me touched my head.

The man let go of Joan of Arc's hand and began to gently stroke her head.

His fingers rubbed back and forth in the girl's soft silver hair, leaving a series of traces.

"It's so soft... It's worthy of being Joan of Arc's hair." The man's voice was gentle and affectionate.

"Eh?"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was being touched on the head, opened her mouth slightly, and it took her a while to react.

Her face immediately turned red and she started to roar.

"What are you doing?!"

"Why are you touching my head?!"

"..."

Ian smiled calmly.

"Sorry, it seems like you don't really like being patted on the head."

"I was offended."

The man said this and prepared to remove his hand from her head.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened again.

Black Jeanne held down her hand on her head, then stared at Ian and said with some resentment:

"what are you doing?!"

"I didn't say I don't like this feeling... I just want you to answer why you touched my head!"

"Ok?"

"Uh what?! Answer me now!"

"..."

Realizing that Black Jeanne really wanted to know this question, Ian hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"If you ask me that... maybe you remind me of someone."

"Remember someone?"

"Yeah." Ian nodded, "Someone very similar to you."

"Someone very similar to me?"

Black Jeanne frowned slightly at first, but soon revealed an expression of insight.

"You are talking about... another Jeanne d'Arc, right?"

"..."

Ian's pupils widened slightly.

He originally thought that the Black Joan of Arc in front of him did not know the sister Joan of Arc in his memory.

But now it seems——

The situation seems to be completely opposite to what I imagined.

"You...know her?"

"Of course I know." There was a hint of teasing in Black Jeanne's eyes.

"Isn't that the famous Saint Lady?"

"Compared to a dragon witch like me... she's the complete opposite."

"..."

Ian could clearly feel that Black Jeanne had some personal emotions when she said this.

He realized that the Black Joan of Arc in front of him might hate the sister Joan of Arc in his memory for some reason.

etc--!

If Black Jeanne said that, could it be that she has already seen another version of herself? !

Before the old problems are solved, new ones arise.

Ian felt that his head was about to be filled with all these things, and he couldn't help but become a little anxious.

This emotion was quickly noticed by Black Joan of Arc in front of him.

She grabbed the man's hand on her head, took it off, and then held it tightly in her own palm.

"Are you... really curious about the relationship between her and me?"

Faced with Black Jeanne's extremely straightforward question, Ian hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Hmm...I want to know."

"Okay." Black Jeanne sneered, "I'm not a heartless person."

"If you want to know, I can tell you."