There was nothing noteworthy about Servants exchanging ordinary blows. The truly captivating part of a Heroic Spirit's power was the fleeting splendor of releasing the legends from their lives, crystallized into Noble Phantasms.
"..."
Jeanne d'Arc fell silent, her little face tense.
What Servant would be foolish enough to reveal all her information to her opponent?
"I get it. You can't use your Noble Phantasm either, can you, little one?"
"..."
Jeanne d'Arc offered no affirmative response, but Elizabeth took that as good as an admission. Lily was also a Servant without a Master, and as a mere child, she was even more fragile than most mature Servants, aside from her unyielding spirit that lost to no one.
Though she had stationed herself on the road leading out of Domremy Village, waiting for a certain knight to leave this place, Jeanne d'Arc had not returned to the village to reunite with her parents, acquaintances, and the others.
Anyone could imagine the uproar Jeanne d'Arc's appearance in the village would cause now that the Dragon Witch was taking revenge on all of France. Moreover, in her child form, Lily would have found it difficult to explain her current state to ordinary people.
Thus, unable to replenish her mana and needing to conserve it to sustain her existence, Jeanne d'Arc could only keep her Noble Phantasm hidden, much like the Dragon Maiden.
Masterless Servants had always struggled to get by. That was why so many Servants were willing to fight alongside Masters.
"We all have our own difficulties, so why don't you stop guarding this village and come harvest souls with me? They may be utterly ordinary mortals, but turning their souls at the root into delicious mana and devouring them must taste absolutely wonderful!"
Elizabeth Báthory spoke as she licked her