Scene change.
Over with the five Servants summoned by Jeanne Alter.
The five Servants were marching toward the city where Jeanne Alter had flown ahead on Fafnir.
Naturally, quite a few of them had plenty to complain about having to play errand runners.
Carmilla, dragging her heavy Iron Maiden, was the first to crack.
"Our Master sure has it easy—riding a dragon, ordering us to slaughter the city, then flying off alone while we chase after her like dogs."
"Making her subordinates run behind like this."
Vlad III shot her a glance and warned, "Keep your voice down. Do you want to get burned again if she hears you?"
Carmilla clicked her tongue in irritation. "She's not even here—what's there to fear? She's probably already rampaging through that city on her precious black dragon."
She stroked the Iron Maiden behind her. "Just thinking about tasting virgin blood again is making even more excited. By the way, isn't there any way to speed this up? Walking like this is way too slow! My Iron Maiden is already starving."
Martha: "..."
As a Rider, Martha could summon her mount. It might be overloaded, but she could probably carry all five of them to the target city much faster.
But since no one had asked her, Martha stayed perfectly silent.
She was a saint—even Berserkered and forced to obey Jeanne Alter's orders…
That didn't an she couldn't look for loopholes within the rules.
I have the ability to help, but you never told to. Why should I?
Then Vlad III seed to rember sothing. He turned to Martha. "Hey, you're a Rider, right? Can you summon a mount or sothing to carry us faster to the destination?"
Martha: "..."
She pretended not to hear and kept strolling at her own leisurely pace.
Even if you ask, I still won't listen.
You're not the Master. Why obey you?
Seeing her attitude, Vlad III thought she was provoking him and grew angry. "Rider, what's the aning of this? Was I not speaking loudly enough?"
Martha continued walking unhurriedly and replied casually, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Vlad III's eyelid twitched in rage. He gripped his spear tighter. "You—!"
As part of Jeanne Alter's team, Martha would normally step back to avoid infighting, but right now…
Seeing Vlad III about to make a move, she showed an excited expression, as if she had been waiting for exactly this. "What? You want to fight? I'll take you on anyti!"
Martha clenched her iron fist, clearly ready for battle, as if telling him, Do you know what an iron-fisted saint is?
Hmm… wait, Martha is a Rider, right?
If we suddenly start fighting and accidentally lose a key mber in the team, it won't be my fault, right?
He started it~
Not my problem.
Whichever of them dropped out, it would suit Martha just fine. It would indirectly weaken Jeanne Alter's forces—a roundabout way to save the country.
The other three Servants watched their teammates about to clash without intervening, instead observing with interest as if it had nothing to do with them.
Just as Vlad III and Martha seed on the verge of fighting…
A whistling sound cut through the air. Jeanne Alter, riding Fafnir, stopped instantly between the two in the blink of an eye.
She looked sowhat disheveled.
The mont Martha saw it was Jeanne Alter—their Master—she instantly lost any desire to fight Vlad III. She wasn't stupid enough to start infighting right in front of their Master. Or rather, she simply couldn't.
She just muttered regretfully in her heart, "Tch, so close…"
anwhile, Carmilla looked a bit guilty about her earlier complaints, worried that Jeanne Alter had actually heard and co back specifically to deal with her.
"Master, weren't you going ahead to slaughter the city? Why did you co back first?"
At Carmilla's reminder, Jeanne Alter's already sour expression turned to outright anger. Clearly she had suffered quite a bit.
Jeanne Alter looked at the five Servants, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. "The enemy suddenly pulled out a troubleso opponent from sowhere."
Martha's eyes lit up instantly, the corners of her mouth twitching with a faint smile. "A troubleso opponent!?"
The adorable beast-eared girl Atalanta raised an eyebrow, also growing interested. "What kind of troubleso opponent could threaten you and that precious black dragon of yours?"
"It's…" Jeanne Alter hesitated, clearly unsure how to explain.
Uh, can I say the other side summoned another '', then started fighting for control of Fafnir? So to keep my precious dragon from falling into their hands, I had to retreat strategically?
"…Anyway, she's really troubleso."
The trap (crossed out) Chevalier d'Eon also gave Jeanne Alter a aningful look. "So what do you plan to do? Are we just going to slink back like this?"
Jeanne Alter recalled Adam's side's combat strength, then looked at her own team's forces. It seed 'evenly matched' (in her mind). At least that's how it looked to her.
But she didn't feel it was safe enough. The guy who had summoned another her might be able to summon even more Servants.
Jeanne Alter wanted a more reliable strategy.
This country girl was rarely being smart for once—though not by much.
"I'll go back and summon a few more Servants. Once we're all gathered, we'll launch a full-scale attack."
Jeanne Alter turned and shot a vicious glare in Adam's direction, muttering unwillingly, "This round… we'll call it a draw for now."
Then she led the team back toward their camp, planning to summon more Servants after preparing properly and settle the score with Adam once and for all.
Of course, Jeanne Alter had another very important matter.
Once back, she would ask Gilles de Rais (the Caster) properly whether her identity was really like Adam said…
Just a cup…
I an, created by the Holy Grail.
Not an FJ cup.
But while Jeanne Alter and her five Servants were on their way back.
A few of the Servants glanced back aningfully toward where Adam's group was.
Their eyes held so other thoughts.
"A troubleso opponent, huh?"
Which Servants?
Martha: "…"
Chevalier d'Eon: "…"
Atalanta: "…"
Their eyes were filled with longing for the end of their shift.
——
Scene switch to Adam's side.
Right now Jeanne and her mother were in the middle of an emotional scene that could bring tears to anyone's eyes.
Jeanne's mother, Isabelle d'Arc, was hugging Jeanne tightly, as if she never wanted to let her go again.
Isabelle looked at Jeanne happily, carefully stroking her daughter's cheek with her rough hands.
"Jeanne, they all said you were executed. I knew it couldn't be true."
Seeing Jeanne now, Isabelle naturally assud she hadn't actually been executed but had sohow survived.
But the truth was different.
In this era, the living Jeanne had indeed died a few days ago.
The Jeanne before her was rely the shadow of a Heroic Spirit from the Throne. Once the Singularity ended, she would disappear along with it.
A strange pigeon had sohow appeared on a nearby tree branch, taking in the entire scene.
This odd pigeon seed to possess EX-rank Presence Concealnt. Adam and the others didn't notice it, and "it" simply watched without doing—or intending to do—anything extra.
Jeanne looked at her mother with heartache. Isabelle's face was haggard, eyes swollen from crying, as if she had worn herself out with grief. For a mont, Jeanne didn't know how to tell her the truth—that she was already dead.
"Mother, I…"
Just as Jeanne was about to speak, Isabelle beat her to it.
"Jeanne, I regret it. I never should have supported you going to war."
"Do you know how heartbroken I was when I heard you had died?"
"I actually… only wanted you to live a peaceful life."
"..." Jeanne fell silent. The words she had been about to say were choked back.
"But now it's fine. You're not dead. Let's leave here, find a quiet place with no one around, and live hidden together. Okay?"
Jeanne's heart twisted painfully as she looked at her mother, full of hope for the future. This was the mother who had accompanied her through childhood, who had given birth to her and raised her.
It was impossible not to feel sothing.
But Jeanne couldn't agree to her mother's request. There were far more important things waiting for her.
Jeanne gently shook her head, personally shattering Isabelle's dreams for the future.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I can't stay."
Isabelle's pupils shrank. She frantically grabbed Jeanne's clothes.
"Why?!?"
"Don't go, Jeanne. Don't leave again. I can't lose you."
Jeanne tried to suppress the pain in her heart and looked at Isabelle helplessly.
"There are more important things I have to do. I can't stop now."
"This ti it's not just for this village or this country, but to save sothing far greater."
What Jeanne spoke of was, of course, what Adam had told her about saving humanity.
"Ugh~ Jeanne, why does it have to be you?"
Isabelle buried her face in Jeanne's clothes and burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, Mother." Jeanne slowly hugged her sobbing mother.
Jeanne could face the country she fought for, the people who trusted her—even the whole world—but the one person she felt she could never repay was the mother who had given birth to and raised her.
Yet Jeanne had no choice. Loyalty and filial piety had always been difficult to balance…
Well… the saying wasn't exactly like that, but the core idea was the sa.
It was about making that painful choice between family and greater duty.
Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others watched the touching scene, feeling the heavy emotion until their eyes grew misty.
Beside them, Swimsuit Jeanne Alter had taken in the entire exchange between Jeanne and Isabelle.
Although she tried to look completely uninterested on the surface, Adam could tell her heart was in complete turmoil.
Perhaps because Jeanne and Swimsuit Jeanne Alter looked identical, or simply because they were both Jeanne.
Swimsuit Jeanne Alter watched the scene with a strange sense of identification.
She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling sothing she had never felt before, and murmured softly, "Motherly love… huh?"
For a mont, Swimsuit Jeanne Alter beca lost in the sight.
"Envious?" Adam saw straight through the feelings she was trying to hide.
"How could I be! I…"
Swimsuit Jeanne Alter tried to play tough, but when she t Adam's knowing "I understand you perfectly" gaze…
She realized she could never hide her feelings from him. Her attitude softened.
"Ugh~… maybe… just a tiny bit."
The sha of having her inner thoughts exposed made Swimsuit Jeanne Alter's face grow hotter. She shyly avoided Adam's eyes, looking like a stubborn duck with a blushing face—utterly delicious.
But Adam didn't have the heart to savor the sight right now.
He stared thoughtfully at Jeanne and Swimsuit Jeanne Alter.
Jeanne's face showed no regret for shattering her mother's dreams, but Adam could clearly see the heartache she felt for her mother.
Jeanne never regretted her choices; she only felt sorry for her mother. If given another chance, she would probably do the sa.
anwhile, after witnessing the scene, Swimsuit Jeanne Alter seed to have developed a curious interest in the unfamiliar feeling of motherly love.
Adam's gaze slowly moved between the two of them, his eyes gradually deepening as an idea took shape in his mind.
...
After a long while, Isabelle finally seed to have cried out all her emotions. With Jeanne's help, she slowly stood up.
Isabelle's clothes where she had buried her face were soaked through.
She seed to have co to terms with it. She forced a smile toward Jeanne, though it looked painfully strained.
"It's fine, Jeanne."
"As long as you're alive, that's enough. Mother was just too emotional earlier. Forget what I said. Go do what you need to do."
Even though Isabelle was smiling, tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Mother~" Jeanne sighed softly.
Nothing gave more motivation than parental support. Isabelle was clearly trying hard to suppress her own selfish desires and support her daughter's ideals.
Just as Jeanne wanted to say sothing more to her mother…
Dream-granting Master Adam ca online.
Adam walked over, gently touched Isabelle's shoulder, and spoke with deep respect.
"Lady Isabelle, would you like… to live together with your daughter from now on?"
"Eh?" Isabelle froze for a second, then quickly answered as if afraid the chance would slip away, "I-I'm willing! No matter what it costs, I'm willing."
"Very good." Adam nodded with a satisfied smile.
Jeanne turned to look at Adam in confusion. "Mister Adam???"
She quickly pulled him aside.
"Mister Adam, I know you an well, but if you give my mother hope like this, I'm afraid when she learns the truth…"
Jeanne thought Adam was only trying to comfort her mother so the permanent farewell wouldn't be so painful.
Could he really make it possible for her and her mother to reunite?
Adam simply smiled gently at her.
"Don't worry. I'm serious."
Jeanne grew even more puzzled. "But… how could sothing like that even be possible?"
"I'm about to leave. Once this Singularity is resolved, the Servants here will disappear along with it, and I'll leave too."
"How could you possibly…"
"Unless… you want to stay in this era?"
Adam shook his head at her guess.
"No. Quite the opposite."
"My solution isn't with you, but…"
He slowly turned his gaze toward Isabelle behind him.
Isabelle tilted her head in confusion when Adam looked at her, an oddly cute expression that didn't match her age.
Adam walked back over and asked her directly, "Lady Isabelle, do you have any personal item that belongs solely to you?"
"Preferably… sothing you've worn for many years, or sothing with a very strong connection to you."
Isabelle blinked, then thought for a second or two. Her face suddenly flushed red as she realized what he might an. She looked at him shyly.
"Y-You're asking this… why?"
Adam paused, slightly unsure how to explain.
…Better to start from the beginning.
"Um… your daughter has actually already died. The Jeanne you see now can be understood as a ghost carrying her own lingering attachnt."
"Huh?"
Isabelle froze in place.
A second later, realization hit. She looked at Jeanne in disbelief.
"Jeanne, tell this isn't true."
Jeanne pressed her lips together, looking at her devastated mother, but finally chose to rip the bandage off quickly.
"It's true, Mother. The standing here now is only a shadow from when I was alive."
Just as Isabelle was about to hug Jeanne's clothes again and lant her poor daughter's fate, Adam stopped her.
"I know you're heartbroken right now, but please don't start crying again just yet."
Isabelle's tears had been about to fall, but Adam's words made them retreat.
"Huh?"
Then Adam explained Chaldea to Isabelle in simple terms and told her about the Servant summoning system.
"You an there's a place that can summon a person's soul and let that soul stay there forever?"
Adam paused.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"So I want to summon your soul to Chaldea as well. Jeanne will obviously be summoned there too. That way the two of you can reunite as mother and daughter in Chaldea."
The mont Isabelle heard she could be with Jeanne again, tears filled her eyes. She turned to Adam and bent her knees as if to kneel. Adam quickly caught her.
"Ah! No need for that—I hate that kind of thing."
In the end, with Jeanne and Adam supporting her, Isabelle slowly stood up.
She stared at Adam's face as if trying to etch her benefactor's appearance permanently into her mory.
"Thank you. May the Lord bless you for the rest of your life."
Adam's expression of disdain flashed for an instant at the familiar title.
Whatever. That pigeon wouldn't dare bless anyway.
The pigeon watching from the side: "?…Please input text…?"
Then Adam continued, explaining the remaining conditions needed to summon Isabelle.
Her fa as Jeanne's mother was already more than enough.
"So I need an item strongly connected to you. Preferably sothing with an extrely powerful link."
Isabelle blinked, then her face gradually turned redder. Her movents beca shy and fidgety.
"Ugh~ This…"
Seeing her reaction, Adam was the one who beca confused.
Wait, why are you blushing like a kettle about to boil?
What exactly are you imagining when I say "strongly associated personal item"?
"Do you need it right now?"
Adam paused, still not quite catching the misunderstanding, and simply nodded.
"Huh?… Ah, yes. The sooner the better."
Isabelle lowered her head. In the angle Adam couldn't see, her blush deepened further. She unconsciously covered a certain spot with both hands.
After a mont of silence, she shyly pressed her lips together.
"…I understand."
Isabelle said as her hands slowly slid across her voluptuous body and began to un…
***
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