Each Servant participating in the Holy Grail War corresponded to two specific Command Seals. These Command Seals could be freely transferred to a Master, but Ruler could not use all of them on a single Servant at the same time.
Of course, Jeanne's authority was not omnipotent either. She could not command a Servant who still had a Master possessing Command Seals to kill himself merely by using a Command Seal.
The Wings-shaped Command Seals formed a pattern with Catholic overtones across the girl's beautiful back, emanating a sacred atmosphere.
--Seraphim.
The word involuntarily surfaced in Shirou's mind.
There didn't seem to be any problem.
If Jeanne could possess Command Seals shaped like wings, then it was not strange for Aika to have them as well.
But--as expected, something still felt off. Shirou frowned suspiciously.
"Th... then... Artorius, are you done looking?"
Jeanne asked with a flushed face.
"Sorry, just wait a little longer."
She had never expected that letting a respected man look at her back would be so embarrassing.
The girl deeply regretted accepting Shirou's request five minutes ago.
Moreover, her arm was already sore from holding her hair aside...
"Isn't it enough already!?"
Shirou asked, "Sorry, Ruler, may I touch it?"
"Huh? Of course not! What on earth are you thinking--waaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Jeanne let out a shrill scream--
Because Shirou had begun stroking her back without waiting for permission.
Sob...!
I'm sorry, Laeticia...
I'll never be able to get married now...
The Saint closed her tear-filled eyes and pressed her lips tightly together, feeling Shirou's hands moving back and forth across her back.
It was a situation so embarrassing that she wanted to kill herself, but why--
Being touched by Shirou felt incredibly pleasant. She wanted it to continue forever...
Jeanne's entire body went limp, and at last--she