Type-Moon Crown Master

He cleared his throat, and Su Mo, with a serious expression, addressed the group, "In short, combining Miss Jeanne d'Arc's information, I've compiled an analysis of our current situation."

"There are two Jeanne d'Arcs in this world. One is the Saint before us, and the other is an evil Witch. This Witch has killed King Charles of France and occupied Orléans. Without a doubt, France, representing this nation, is collapsing!"

"France was the earliest nation to advocate for human freedom and equality. If it is destroyed, then our civilization will only last for a while longer, perhaps a few hundred years? Therefore, I can deduce that the key to this Singularity lies with that Witch in Orléans. The Holy Grail is also very likely in that Witch Jeanne d'Arc's hands!"

After summarizing the situation, Su Mo looked at Jeanne d'Arc and extended an invitation, "Our objective is to advance towards Orléans, reclaim the Holy Grail, and defeat that Witch. Do you want to join us?"

"Don't say it like that, I should be the one asking you," Jeanne d'Arc replied to Su Mo's invitation with a smile, her gaze then sharpening. "Besides, I can't just stand by and watch the France I've worked so hard to build be destroyed by 'myself'. Therefore, no matter what, I must stop that 'Jeanne d'Arc'."

Su Mo was quite pleased to have Jeanne d'Arc, a Five-star Healer, join them. Although he currently had Kiyohime and Lancelot for offense, and the Shield Maiden for defense, counting himself as support, they formed a complete team. However, facing Black Jeanne d'Arc, who commanded an entire Wyvern Army and seven Servants, he felt somewhat outmatched.

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Chapter 32: Burning La Charité

Orléans Castle.

The young girl sitting on the throne seemed to sense something bad, a hint of unspeakable anger appearing in her disordered pupils.

She stood up and walked outside the royal palace. Then, a terrifyingly huge dragon circled down from the sky and landed with a roar before the young girl.

"Why hasn't La Charité, near Orléans, been taken yet? Furthermore, according to the intelligence I received, the lord of that city has already fled with his personal guards and all his elites, leaving behind only the old, weak, and infirm."

Black Jeanne d'Arc frowned as she looked at the giant dragon before her, her voice filled with immense authority.

"Well... I sent over a hundred Wyvern Legions, but we encountered some trouble." The dragon was not intimidated by Black Jeanne's authority. Its demeanor was incredibly dismissive, its tone like that of a suave young gentleman who had seen many romantic encounters.

"What trouble?"

Although displeased with the dragon's flippant attitude towards her, Black Jeanne was currently more concerned about her revenge plan.

"Originally, according to my calculations, it would only take an hour to turn that city into a river of blood. But alas, in less than an hour, my Wyvern Legions were almost wiped out. According to the Wyverns that managed to escape, they were ambushed. La Charité appeared with Black Armored Knight Servants. Each riding an Iron Chariot and wielding unknown weapons, they shot them down from the sky like dumplings."

Hearing this, Black Jeanne's expression completely darkened, and she looked at the dragon before her with great displeasure. "Didn't you claim your Dragon Servant Legion was unstoppable? How could you be so vulnerable after encountering just one Servant?"

"He's no ordinary Servant," the dragon narrowed its eyes, its demeanor becoming serious. "You didn't see it. He can turn any weapon he touches into his own Noble Phantasm. And during the battle, he kept letting out mad dog barks of 'ao ao' from beginning to end. He's completely like a rabid dog with rabies. My subordinates were terrified, afraid they'd catch rabies if they got close to him!"

"Is that your reason for your dispatched subordinates being completely annihilated by a mere Servant?"

"Yes!" the dragon replied shamelessly.

"..."

Black Jeanne put her hand to her forehead. She was seriously doubting if she had chosen the wrong teammate.

Shaking off the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Black Jeanne raised her perfectly curved, long, slender legs, stepped onto the dragon's body, and in a few strides, reached the dragon's head.

"Immediately summon the nearby Servants, bring your Dragon Servant Army, and take La Charité for me—whoever you are, if you dare to obstruct me, I will burn you to death!"

Almost everyone around Orléans was dead by now, yet there were still a large group of people alive near Orléans in La Charité. Was that acceptable?

No wonder Black Jeanne d'Arc was so furious.

La Charité