Swimsuit Jeanne Alter raised an eyebrow at Jeanne's words, clearly not quite following.
"What exactly are you getting at?"
Jeanne hesitated, lips pressed tight, her expression a tangle of complicated emotions. She stole another glance at Swimsuit Jeanne Alter, weighing whether she should even bring it up.
In Jeanne's mind, Jeanne Alter had been born from Gilles de Rais's hatred—the rage he felt toward her for the suffering France endured after her death.
That ant every wound Jeanne Alter had inflicted, every pain she herself had suffered, was ultimately Jeanne's own responsibility to carry.
To Jeanne, Jeanne Alter was like an infant who had been forcibly injected with another person's mories, then pumped full of loathing and vengeance. Everything she did was simply an extension of the hatred of the one who created her. How much of it had ever truly been Jeanne Alter's own will?
And yet the destruction she had wrought on France was undeniably wrong. Jeanne's conclusion had been simple and painful: she would have to end her with pity, before she could make the sa mistakes again.
Of course, those thoughts stayed locked inside her.
But now that Swimsuit Jeanne Alter was fighting alongside them as a teammate instead of an enemy, the question burned too hot to ignore. Jeanne refused to run from it. If she was going to be the older sister, she had to do it right.
So she spoke.
"It's just…"
"After this Singularity ends, you've already spent quite a long ti in Mr. Adam's Chaldea, haven't you?"
"Yeah? So?" Swimsuit Jeanne Alter answered honestly, tilting her head with open curiosity, clearly wondering what Jeanne was scheming.
Jeanne took a slow breath and continued.
"After all that ti… you must understand by now."
"You're nothing more than a shadow born from hatred—a bubble of resentnt that doesn't even qualify as a true Servant. I still don't know why Mr. Adam can summon you at all, but… how do you feel about your real identity now?"
The mont the words left her mouth, Jeanne braced herself.
What's going to happen? Will she swing at ? Did I say that too harshly? Is she going to burn alive? Was I too blunt? She's still practically a child—seriously!
But what ca next completely blindsided her.
Swimsuit Jeanne Alter simply rolled her eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.
"Ugh, I thought it was going to be sothing serious…"
"That stuff stopped mattering ages ago." She waved her hand dismissively at Jeanne.
Jeanne blinked, stunned. Swimsuit Jeanne Alter had clearly grown. She stared, wanting to press for details.
"It… doesn't matter anymore?"
Not everyone had the courage to accept a birth like that—born as a substitute born from soone else's hatred.
It was the kind of origin that made people ask: What was any of it for? Does my existence even an anything?
Yet Swimsuit Jeanne Alter couldn't have looked more indifferent. She unconsciously drifted a little closer to Adam's side.
"How I was born doesn't change what I want to do tomorrow or right now."
"Yes, my life ca from the Holy Grail. I'm not even a proper Servant—just scraps pieced together from fragnts of your life."
Her tone was casual, almost careless, but Jeanne felt a surge of sisterly pity. She opened her mouth to offer comfort—
Only for Swimsuit Jeanne Alter's voice to suddenly rise, her whole presence flaring with intensity.
"But so what if that's true!!!"
"Yeah, I'm just a counterfeit born from soone else's hatred…"
"At the beginning, I was nothing but an empty husk running on rage toward France. Even when I died, my heart was completely hollow."
"After that… I was summoned to Chaldea. And there, I finally found what I really wanted."
"Now I'm living a good life. I look forward to tomorrow with hope, I cherish warm mories of the past, and I'm completely fulfilled in the present."
For other Servants, being summoned might be a continuation of their old lives—another chance to finish what they never could.
For Swimsuit Jeanne Alter, being summoned was the true beginning of her life.
She had been given fragnts of Jeanne's self-awareness, but she still had to chase after her own personality, to complete herself, to beco a real, whole person.
She pursued love and being loved. She fought her fate with her own two hands.
The Swimsuit Jeanne Alter standing here no longer cared about her tragic origins. She didn't hide the wicked desires that lived in the depths of her soul. None of it stopped her from chasing the love she craved.
And in Adam's Chaldea, she had undeniably obtained everything she wanted.
She had been filled—thoroughly, deeply, deliciously.
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Swimsuit Jeanne Alter's lips curved into a satisfied smile as mories of Chaldea flickered through her mind. She turned her head just a fraction, stealing a secret glance at Adam—the man who had filled every corner of her existence.
And t his eyes.
He had been watching the entire ti.
Caught staring, Swimsuit Jeanne Alter's face instantly burned crimson. She had no idea when he had gotten close—he had been at least fifty ters away just a second ago!
Adam, completely shaless, simply grinned and raised a hand in greeting.
"Hey~"
"Eep—" (face burning)
He heard everything… How embarrassing! Did he catch that the second half was all about him?!
Swimsuit Jeanne Alter's blush deepened.
Beside them, Jeanne watched Swimsuit Jeanne Alter—soone who had accepted her miserable birth yet still radiated confidence and happiness—and a gentle, relieved smile blood on her face.
Her worries had been completely unnecessary. She had already found her answer.
The only tiny regret was that Jeanne never got to play the comforting big sister. Being an only child, she had always secretly wanted a little sister.
I wonder if the Jeanne in that other Chaldea managed to get along with her… Ideally like real sisters—a kind big sister and a tsundere little sister, plus their mother. That sounds so warm.
Lost in that daydream, Jeanne took two quick steps and slipped her arm through Swimsuit Jeanne Alter's like they were the closest of friends.
"Mhm. This is perfect."
Her gaze was pure older-sister affection.
Swimsuit Jeanne Alter stiffened at the familiar feeling, staring at Jeanne in disbelief.
"Th-this sensation… You… you don't even have mories of that Chaldea, do you?!"
"Hey, wait! Stop clinging so close! Are you getting weird again?!"
Apparently Swimsuit Jeanne Alter had received plenty of "big-sister love" back in Adam's Chaldea.
Whether she had grown used to it or not, she never actually pulled away. Even though her strength could have easily shaken off the weaker Jeanne, she only complained with her mouth while her body stayed right where it was.
Adam watched the scene, a fond smile tugging at his lips as sothing warm stirred in his mory.
At that mont, tatron-Jeanne suddenly zipped over on her floating chair.
She stopped right in front of Adam, made a tiny adjustnt, then dismissed the chair entirely and dropped straight into his arms.
Adam caught her reflexively. Before he could speak, tatron-Jeanne let out a tired, lazy sigh and imdiately started complaining.
"Ah~" (exhausted)
"Master, I don't want to clean up any more of those trash mobs. They just keep coming forever."
"I finish one wave of wyverns, another swarm of ghouls shows up. Finish the ghouls, back to wyverns again."
"Ugh So tired Why did I get stuck with the endless grunt-clearing duty?"
Adam listened to her whine, smiling helplessly. He gently stroked her hair, fingers soothing.
"Your attack style is the most efficient for clearing trash mobs right now."
"Just bear with it a little longer, okay? We're almost there."
He glanced toward the distant ruins of the city. The destination was already visible.
Mr. Sorry, just wait. I'm coming to save you.
tatron-Jeanne pulled a long face and grabbed his collar, shaking it like a spoiled child.
"Ugh, nooo, it's too annoying."
"Wave after wave, tiny groups, and none of them even need a Noble Phantasm."
"I can't wipe them all at once, so it's just pick-pick-pick, over and over. It's disgusting."
She was right. After the earlier large gathering, only scattered stragglers remained—small packs that couldn't pose a real threat. They still rushed out whenever the group passed by.
tatron-Jeanne's job was to clear them, but the sheer number of leftovers was clearly getting on her nerves.
But… things were never quite that simple with her.
She nuzzled against Adam's chest, rubbing back and forth in open complaint, yet a sharp little glint flashed in her eyes—clear calculation.
Adam, who knew her far too well, caught it instantly. Just as he suspected, she was about to ask for sothing.
He gave her a deadpan "I see right through you" stare, though his mouth still curved with amusent.
"Go on. What do you want?"
tatron-Jeanne didn't even pretend to be embarrassed. She lit up with a delighted grin, stopped squirming, and rocked gently in his arms.
"Hehe~ As expected of my Master. You really do understand ."
"My demand is…"
"Unlimited potato chips."
Adam blinked. One second. Two. Then he stared at her in genuine surprise.
"That's it?"
That didn't sound like her at all. Normally she would demand sothing outrageous—like making him lick her…
Sure enough, she imdiately added the second half.
"Of course that's just the prerequisite."
"The important part is… Master, you also have to supply with unlimited dipping sauce."
Adam went quiet for a beat.
"…?"
"Dipping sauce?"
"I thought it was going to be sothing crazy."
"Just chips and sauce? Of course that's fine."
"By the way, what kind do you want? Ketchup?"
Right as he was internally praising her for finally being reasonable, he heard the unmistakable sound of her swallowing hard.
Huh? Why is she drooling over potato chips? Are they that good?
He looked down.
tatron-Jeanne's cheeks were flushed an unnatural pink. Her eyes, locked on him, burned with raw hunger.
The expression scread: I'm starving—but not the mouth on my face.
"The dipping sauce I'm talking about isn't ordinary sauce, Master~"
She licked her lips provocatively.
Adam instantly understood.
So that's what she ant by "dipping sauce."
The childish potato chips were just the cover.
It wasn't impossible… but he was more curious about exactly how she planned to extract that sauce from him.
"…So how do you want to get the sauce?"
tatron-Jeanne's smile turned positively wicked. She ford a C-shape with one hand, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, showing him her throat.
"Of course I'll stand right beside you, Master, and pull the sauce out myself~"
Adam kept his voice steady.
"Hm. How much sauce do you want?"
tatron-Jeanne pressed herself flush against him, looking up with eyes that had gone completely dark with lust.
"I already told you, Master. I want unlimited sauce~"
"..."
Adam said nothing. He simply glanced at the system nu and checked his remaining apples.
[Golden Apple × 0]
[Silver Apple × 0]
[Bronze Apple × 0]
All zero.
No problem. Apples were nothing special to him anymore.
He then checked his remaining emotional points.
Emotional Points — 72,400
That was over three hundred pulls on the emotion gacha.
Three hundred pulls!
Even a non-lucky person like him couldn't possibly fail to get at least one Mystic Code that restored stamina or mana continuously.
As long as he pulled it before they returned to Chaldea, everything would be fine.
Unlimited dipping sauce?
Please. He wasn't scared of her at all.
Adam looked down at tatron-Jeanne with absolute confidence—the confidence of a man who knew exactly how much he could provide.
"Deal."
"Sothing that small is no trouble for ."
tatron-Jeanne's face lit up with pure joy. She leaned in until her lips brushed his ear and whispered in a voice that made his skin tingle.
"It's a promise, then. I'm really looking forward to it, Master~"
After that little detour, Adam's group finally reached the ruined city where Mr. Sorry—Siegfried—was resting and recovering.
***
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