Type-Moon Crown Master

Lancelot didn't speak, only responding to Mash's question with a low growl.

"He's Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake among the Round Table Knights of Britain's Arthurian dynasty. Due to his Berserker class, he's lost his sanity and is unable to speak," Su Mo explained to Mash. Kiyohime, hearing that he had lost his mind and gone mad, and recalling the beastly roars Lancelot had let out after being summoned, turned pale and quickly stepped in front of Su Mo.

"Master, please be careful. This Berserker is different from me; he has already lost his sanity and could attack Master at any moment. Please allow me to eliminate him here!"

"Alright, Kiyohime, you don't need to be nervous. He won't attack me. Also, Lancelot, how long are you planning to stand there? Hurry up and get down!"

Lancelot's blood-red eyes, hidden within his helmet, glared fiercely at Su Mo. However, he didn't make any unusual moves and obediently left Mash's dining table, standing behind her.

"Then, let's begin the Spiritron Transfer."

After summoning the Servants, Roman began debugging the transfer.

"We've observed seven Singularities, and we've chosen the era with the least fluctuation. The temporal coordinates have been confirmed. If nothing unexpected occurs, it will be France in 1431. Now, commencing Spiritron Transfer!"

"System, all normal. Master candidate Su Mo's reaction is normal. Spiritron is stable!"

As the Spiritron Transfer began, Su Mo and the others' bodies slowly turned into spiritrons, making Su Mo feel a bit nervous.

Having one's body turn into spiritrons felt like disappearing; he could only feel but not control it. It was truly a little frightening, but he quickly stopped being nervous. His entire being, along with Mash and the others, transformed into spiritrons and was sucked into the giant black hole that opened above the control room, vanishing from Chaldea!

Seeking flowers! Seeking collections!

② Hundred Year Dragon War -- Orleans

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Dragon Witch

"You've finally arrived, my humble hounds. From this moment on, I am your Master!"

In a magnificent palace, the young girl raised the Golden Cup in her hand high, a joyful smile blooming on her beautiful face.

"As your Master, I have only one command for you! Purge this country—this mistake called France. Trample their bodies, devour their souls, and suck their blood like sipping soup. For we are now the embodiment of demons!"

As she spoke, the Holy Grail emitted a dazzling light, and then, everyone present felt something being unleashed from within their bodies.

It was the bloodlust and madness from the depths of their hearts!

"Hereby, I grant all of you the Berserker attribute. Starting with the long-awaited Orleans, go forth and slash everyone you see. Regardless of gender or age, regardless of heretics or believers, as long as they are human, bestow upon them despair and death equally!"

As the mad words fell, the gathered people one by one retreated and disappeared before the young girl.

"Oh, oh, oh... what immense power," a tall man in strange attire exclaimed with genuine emotion.

The young girl glanced at the man kneeling before her in admiration. He wore an ancient-style luxurious long robe, with a jet-black fabric adorned with blood-red patterns. His unusually large, bulging eyes were reminiscent of a nocturnal animal.

"This is the saint who saves the nation! This is the saint who follows the divine and forgives the world... Jeanne d'Arc, my comrade, you've finally returned!"

Gilles's hunched body straightened abruptly. Seeing the figure he had longed for, his eyes welled up with tears. His face shone with the joy of an old friend's reunion, radiating a flawless smile.

"Gilles, speaking of which, you didn't lay a hand on him, did you?" Seeing Gilles's fawning expression, which was no different from groveling, a hint of disgust flashed in Jeanne's eyes as she waved her hand impatiently.

Come to think of it, after I died, Gilles took up the path of sorcery and turned himself into something neither human nor ghost. I was a handsome, gloomy guy before my execution, so how did he end up like this? His eyes are so bulging they're about to fall out, for goodness sake!

Gilles lowered his head respectfully and said with trepidation, "Of course. Without your command, how would I dare lay a hand on him? However, Jeanne, have you decided how to deal with him?"