Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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“It’s no use. Even if we can defeat the dragon, we can never defeat Joan of Arc. She’s Joan of Arc…” La Hire glanced at her listlessly and said weakly.

"you!"

Isabella gritted her teeth, but in the end, she had no choice but to loosen her knight's robes.

"Never mind, you've had it pretty tough too."

La Hire is not a complicated person; on the contrary, he is very straightforward, but also exceptionally stubborn. Once he has made up his mind, he will basically not change it. More importantly, in his mind, Joan of Arc is a kind saint. But if the kind Joan of Arc has become a demon, then what hope is there for humanity? The answer is naturally no.

The French do not thank Joan of Arc.

This is the bad nature of human beings.

Raziel thought desperately.

However, at this time.

The sound of heavy footsteps striking the blue brick floor rang out, crisp and melodious, hurried like the bugle call of an army charging into battle. A suspicious figure, concealed by a tattered cloak, hurried past, as busy as a soldier on a forced march.

"?!"

Isabella's eyes widened.

She turned around in disbelief.

However, nothing was seen, only a fleeting whirlwind and falling leaves remained.

Raziel opened his mouth, but fell silent under Isabella's tearful gaze, his fingers unconsciously stroking the grape pattern engraved on the hilt of the massive two-handed sword.

"Damn it! Our crossbows can't penetrate them at all!"

"Quickly carry the siege crossbows up the city wall, and any cannons? Bring them all up too..."

boom!

A scorching fireball instantly destroyed the fortress platform, burning the soldiers on the gun emplacements to charred coals. Only then did people understand the limitations of the human species.

but!

“Mom…Mom!”

Has anyone seen my mother?

A little girl was crying in the empty square. It seemed that she had been separated from her family during the previous evacuation. Many of the soldiers guarding the city knew the little girl. Not long ago, her father sacrificed himself to fight against the flying dragon. His intestines were ripped out and spun around in the air, but he never let go of the spear in his hand until his death.

"Oh no, that girl is in danger!"

A desperate scream rang out from the crowd.

A two-legged dragon with green eyes swooped down toward the girl, drool dripping from its mouth, and its massive claws reached out to grab the little girl's head!

Danger!

Urgent situation!

This will definitely make the girl a complete Louis XVI cosplayer!

It's outrageous! These bastards!

"How dare you hurt someone in front of me!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes blazed with fury, her legs tense, ready to charge.

She will use the claws of the true ancestor to tear these rotten dogs to shreds!

A gust of wind blew by.

In that instant, a gentle voice came from beside my ear.

A mysterious figure, draped in a cloak and holding a spear (or perhaps a rolled-up banner), swept past Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Sorry, leave the dragon to me, you go and save that girl."

As the voice faded, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw her raise the tip of the long weapon, take a step forward towards the wyvern, and then block the dragon's massive body.

"Alright. Mash, go protect the others."

"I know, senior."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fujimaru Ritsuka lifted the girl trapped in despair from the chaotic and scorching flames.

Mashu immediately came to her aid.

The edge of the shield brushed against the little girl's charred skirt.

Mash's pupils contracted sharply as she recalled the scene of her Master's bomb burning in the Chaldea control room.

She disliked this disastrous situation.

Suddenly, a bitter taste rose in her throat, and she said with difficulty, "Senior, that should be it."

“Yes, I know.” Fujimaru Ritsuka hugged the little girl tightly. “She is the real saint.”

That person is Joan of Arc.

Not the fake Joan of Arc that was destroyed in Orleans, as we just discussed.

I could sense the magical energy emanating from her. From all indications, she should be a Servant.

It is not a fake.

Rather, she was the true savior of the nation, summoned by this place.

The forest outside Vokullar.

"I'm sorry, but I can't reveal my identity in public, as that would cause panic among the people in the city."

The girl took off her cloak, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.

Her golden hair was braided and hung down her back. Her blue eyes revealed a hint of tension and unease. Her body was covered in a large area of ​​blue and black, and silver armor covered her abdomen, which only made her beautiful and proud breasts stand out even more.

"Let me introduce myself, I am..."

"King Arthur! Artoria!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed one eye, then revealed a mischievous smile: "Don't you remember? We met in Fuyuki, and we're practically best friends!"

Joan of Arc:?!

Why does this girl seem a bit dim-witted?

Could it be that you, like me, never went to school?

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“I am not King Arthur of England…” Joan of Arc explained.

"I know, I was just kidding."

"I am Joan of Arc, the ruler."

"I know, it was just a joke."

"—?"

Joan of Arc's bewildered eyes revealed a clarity untouched by knowledge; she clearly did not understand something important.

That's why Fujimaru Ritsuka insisted on associating herself with King Arthur of Britain, who has absolutely no connection to her.

If it weren't for her kind and amiable nature, given the current bitter rivalry between France and England, she would have been completely purged by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

—Isn't this just incredibly offensive, like being right in the face?

However, Jeanne d'Arc was clearly not angry. She simply coughed lightly and then looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with her clear eyes.

"Wait a minute, I have a question for you. Are you... vampires?"

"Eh?"

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at each other in bewilderment.

Asking such a question is also very impolite. Because in this era, vampires, like witches, are universally hated. The so-called Church, over the past thousand years, has done nothing more than three things—beat up magicians, slay vampires, and roast witches.

Joan of Arc was clearly such a victim, turned into the Orleans Roast Girl, and executed in Rouen as a witch for blasphemy.

"I don't mean to offend, I just wanted to confirm."

Joan of Arc explained carefully:

"Because I was only recently called, and for some reason I can't even hear the Lord's revelation, I don't know if my judgment is accurate."

"You two possess an aura that's different from ordinary humans, yet also different from vampires, which is why I asked that question. If it has caused you any distress, I sincerely apologize!"

—You don't even know that you have to show your chest when you apologize?

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand dismissively: "I'm half vampire, half human... I feel like I've become a hybrid."

"The true progenitor of a hybrid race, that is, an existence similar to a half-elf?" Jeanne nodded in understanding.

—It's amazing that she can understand.

“This is Mash Kyrielight. She is my Servant and my Familiar,” Fujimaru Ritsuka introduced Mash in return. “She is a very reliable partner and collaborator of mine.”

"Servants, retinues... huh?"

Jeanne was a little confused. She asked in bewilderment, "Can Servants also become vampires? Sorry, I don't quite understand. After all, my instincts tell me that Servants shouldn't be able to be compatible with that kind of power."

“My situation is a bit special,” Mash explained to Jeanne.

"I was given power by a Heroic Spirit at the same time I was transformed into a Dead Apostle, so now I am a Servant, a human, and a Dead Apostle all at once."

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked: "That means each power accounts for about one-third."

—I've been dead for a few days, how has the world developed into something I don't understand? Can such complex creatures really exist?

I understand every single word, so why can't I understand what I'm saying?

Oh no, he's only been dead for a few days and he's already an outdated relic.

—If I had known, I would have gone to military school for a few years before joining the army.

Joan of Arc thought with some annoyance.

However, Mashu's transformation into a Dead Apostle is different from others. After all, it is a power directly transmitted from the True Ancestor or even the will of Earth, so it is quite normal for it to have strong inclusiveness.

Because the soul is too pure to be contaminated.

This is the "test-tube baby"—a sub-Servant—that Marisbury created when he was creating Mash, a perfect vessel for combat power.

(The level of aggression was so bad that even Roja would admit defeat in the Tsukihime Fighting game.)

"that..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu exchanged bewildered glances again: "Did we say something really hard to understand?"

"No... maybe it's because my comprehension is poor, and there are many things I don't understand. In the past, when we were fighting, La Hire would often get impatient with me, and then Jill would argue with him... Actually, it's because I'm a bit slow."

Jeanne gave a troubled smile and unconsciously scratched her cheek: "Even after becoming a Servant, all my power has disappeared."

"I see!" Mashu exclaimed in realization, then clenched her little fists in indignation. "It must be that evil Jeanne d'Arc Black stole Jeanne d'Arc's power and is now running rampant! Senpai, this is just too much! We have to stop them!"

"That's right, this is also to reclaim humanity's future!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka lit up the back of her hand, the scarlet mark gleaming.

She then extended her snow-white hand, extending an invitation to Joan of Arc.

"This is my Command Seal, proof of my status as a Master. Without hesitation, quickly form a contract with me and join the glorious... no... harmonious and friendly Chaldea family, and together save humanity!"

Dr. Roman was speechless: "Although I said it was a hoax, how did it actually work?!"

Joan of Arc: I have this feeling that I'm being dragged onto a weird pirate ship that I can't stop.

However, since it was all for the sake of saving humanity, whether or not she drank vampires was up to her. They weren't harmful, and their attitude was friendly; at least her faint senses told her that the two people in front of her weren't bad people.

"Fou!" The little white beast leaped lightly, then used its soft little feet to tug at Jeanne's front armor, reaching her shoulder, and licked Jeanne's pure white cheek with its pink little tongue.

"This is--?"

"This is Fou, Mashu's pet, a very cute little animal."

"Hmm, she is indeed very cute." Jeanne patted Fou's head, then used her fingertips to lift the little animal's soft chin. "What kind of animal is this?"

“Fu!” Fufu’s ears perked up.

"Of course, Fufu is..."

Mashu paused slightly, her eyes darting around, "Fou is..."