Type-Moon Crown Master

The daytime defense battle ended, and as night fell, the officer in charge of the fortress defense led everyone to the camp.

Through conversations with the officer on the way, Su Mo learned that the name of this city was La Charité. Upon hearing about the events in Orléans, the lord of La Charité not only took a large amount of wealth from the city but also fled to England with his personal guards and all the elite troops. Those left behind in the city were all the old, weak, and sick, which was why the entire fortress was so vulnerable.

"I am deeply sorry. We actually mistook you, the saint who saved us, for a witch... There is no way to atone for such a sin but death!"

Saying this, the officer knelt on the ground, drew his sword, and prepared to kill himself to atone. However, Jeanne d'Arc snatched the sword away.

Jeanne d'Arc shook her head and said to him, "I am not a saint, and you do not need to feel guilty about this. Please get up."

"Saint... Lady?"

Looking at Jeanne d'Arc, who was squatting in front of him and reaching out her hand, the officer was overwhelmed with emotion.

After standing up, the officer of France was about to step forward to thank Su Mo and his group when he discovered they had set up a barbecue grill, and the knight in black armor was seemingly disemboweling a wyvern with his greatsword?

It looked like they were preparing to roast the wyvern and eat it, no matter how you looked at it.

"Wait, brave warriors... what are you doing?"

"What else can we do? Naturally, we'll clean it, light a fire, and roast it," Su Mo answered the bewildered officer's question as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. After a while of dealing with the wyvern's corpse, he decisively cut a large piece of meat from it, placed it on the grill, lit the fire, and hummed a song while it cooked.

Jeanne d'Arc, standing nearby, was also shocked by Su Mo's actions. However, she remembered that wyverns had trace amounts of poison in their bodies, and anyone who ate them would surely be poisoned.

"Wait, these dragons can't be eaten. They have..."

"Poison, right? It's fine. I washed it thoroughly and dealt with the poison. And look at this dragon meat, it looks delicious and juicy. Aren't you going to try some?"

Tempted by Su Mo's words, Jeanne d'Arc touched her rumbling stomach. Attracted by the aroma of the roasted meat, she unconsciously sat down next to Su Mo.

"Speaking of which, things happened so suddenly that we haven't had a chance to talk yet. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Jeanne d'Arc. And you are?"

"My name is Su Mo, a Master from Chaldea. They are my Servants."

"My name is Kiyohime. I am Master's Servant. Please take care of me!" Like a shy newlywed wife, Kiyohime covered her face with a folding fan and then secretly glanced at Su Mo.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Mash Kyrielight, a Demi-Servant."

"Ar...thur..."

Lancelot's blood-red eyes stared intently at Jeanne d'Arc, his undisguised killing intent sending a chill down her spine.

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask earlier, I don't seem to have any grievances with this Berserker gentleman, do I? Why does he harbor such strong hatred towards me?"

"Ah, that's a complicated story. You look too much like King Arthur."

"Yes, Senpai is right," Mash also nodded, staring intently at Jeanne d'Arc. "If it weren't for your holy aura, Miss Jeanne d'Arc, and the unscientific bulge of fat on your chest, I would have almost mistaken you for the Saber we met in the great void."

After Mash finished speaking, the village girl blushed and covered her chest, while Su Mo looked at Mash in shock. He could hardly imagine his kouhai saying such a thing.

After an awkward silence, while waiting for the grilled meat to cook, Su Mo, as Chaldea's representative, began to exchange information with Jeanne d'Arc.

During this process, they learned that Jeanne d'Arc had only recently appeared. She only knew that Orléans, Charles VII, and the surrounding cities had been killed by a "Jeanne d'Arc" who suddenly appeared, throwing all of France into chaos. Everyone feared and hated the name "Jeanne d'Arc."

Jeanne d'Arc's words were filled with deep self-blame and helplessness, as all this tragedy was caused by "herself."

"I can understand why they hate me. After all, I was burned at the stake just a few days ago. Even if I hadn't done those things, my mere appearance would have caused panic. Fortunately, this is my homeland, and at least we speak the same language."

Seeing the village girl suddenly perk up, Su Mo frowned. "I think even if this wasn't your homeland, the language would still be the same. Oh well, I won't dwell on that."