Type-Moon Crown Master

Su Mo smacked his own face hard, looking at the chaotic crowd with a pounding headache. Still, he raised his voice and shouted, "Get into the forest quickly! We'll hold them off here. You'll be safe once you reach the depths of the forest."

At that moment, a little girl tugged at Su Mo's pants leg and asked nervously, "Big brother, will we really survive?"

Su Mo squatted down, smiled, and patted the little girl's head. He told her, "I'll do my best to stop the pursuers. Just follow everyone to Lyon, and you'll be safe there."

The civilians fleeing La Charité heeded Su Mo's instructions and ran into the woods one by one. During this time, Jeanne d'Arc, with her soldiers, stood at the forest entrance, covering the civilians' retreat. The attacking Servants had already pursued them from the burning city.

Among them, the most striking was the black Servant who descended from the sky, riding a giant black dragon!

Unlike the Wyverns circling in the air, the black dragon possessed strong limbs and black wings as vast as mountains. Its entire body was covered in pure black dragon scales.

What was most terrifying was its height, at least tens of meters tall. The surrounding trees appeared tiny in comparison. Especially when it landed, the ground actually caved in significantly under the weight of its massive body!

"Wh-what kind of monster is that?"

As if hearing the fearful cries of the soldiers, the evil dragon suddenly spread its black wings, which were as grand as mountains. The resulting gale uprooted trees and swept many soldiers into the air, shredding them to pieces!

"Is... is this a true dragon?"

Pressing down the fabric of her clothes, which were being lifted by the wind, Kiyohime looked at the black dragon opposite her, a sense of dread filling her. She felt as insignificant as a small reptile in its presence.

"Are you alright, Kiyohime?" Feeling Kiyohime's fear, Su Mo pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear.

Kiyohime's body trembled slightly, and then she looked at Su Mo with an embarrassed expression. "I'm so sorry, Master. As your Servant, I'm constantly embarrassing you..."

"There, there, don't think too much about it. Besides, I've never blamed you." Seeing Kiyohime's guilt, Su Mo could only hold her tighter and comfort her by her ear.

In the control room, the Director, watching Su Mo and Kiyohime awkwardly embrace on the screen, frowned in displeasure.

"Why do I feel the stench of love? What are these two doing in the middle of a battlefield? Can't they see the enemy army is approaching?"

The next moment, after the Director finished speaking, a distinctive laugh echoed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The Servant, wielding a black battle standard atop the black dragon, glanced at Jeanne d'Arc standing at the front of the army with a mocking expression.

"This is bad... really bad. I'm going to go crazy... If I don't, I might just die laughing at this ridiculous scene!"

The black Servant, identical in appearance to Jeanne d'Arc except for her deathly gray skin and pale blonde hair, pointed the battle standard in her hand towards Jeanne d'Arc, who stood at the forefront of the French army.

"Hey! Look, Gilles! That pathetic little girl is standing with those riff-raff again? She's going to protect those riff-raff again, how hilarious! And have these rats' brains gone scrambled from fear? They're still shamelessly standing behind that little girl. Gilles, say something..."

"Oh, right. How could I forget, I didn't bring Gilles with me."

The black Servant, who repeatedly called out the Marshal's name, received no response because he wasn't present. However, no one dared to speak carelessly. Although this black Servant appeared outwardly mad, she was actually emitting a heavy, willful malevolence.

"Hey, Miss Jeanne d'Arc, it seems this 'Dragon Witch' is quite fixated on you. Try talking to her, see if you can get some useful information out of her."

Su Mo whispered a few words into Jeanne d'Arc's ear. She nodded vigorously, stepped forward a few paces, and gazed resolutely at the Servant on the black dragon.

"Who are you?"

Su Mo clutched his face in agony. During their earlier exchange, he had told her most of the information about Black Jeanne d'Arc, including that she was another version of herself. Yet, the first thing she asked was "Who are you?" Was this how one gathered intelligence?

"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Black Jeanne d'Arc dropped her frenzied expression, adopting a cold demeanor as she looked down at the Jeanne d'Arc in silver knight's armor below.

"Fine. As a superior being, I shall mercifully answer your question. Listen carefully."