"..."
It had to be said that sometimes, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) truly admired Caster's indomitable madness. But he was right—calmly accepting death after giving up resistance was not Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)'s style. Even if she had to lose, she would make sure her opponent suffered for it!
Caster pressed on, "Fafnir has already gone outside the city to buy us time. Use this opportunity to summon a Servant! How about summoning the strongest possible Servant to face an exhausted enemy—King Arthur, perhaps?"
"I don't think England's King of Knights would answer my summons... but I'll do my best, at least."
"Then I shall hold the enemy at bay outside."
As he spoke, Caster headed alone for the entrance beyond the training grounds. Even if he had to squeeze every last drop of mana from the depths of his soul, he would use those two evil god scriptures in his hands to summon more sea monsters and buy time for his Saint.
"...Thanks. Then may fortune favor you in battle."
Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) hesitated for a moment, but she unusually refrained from any snark. She thanked Caster, who had stood firmly by her side from beginning to end.
"Ooooooh!!! Jeanne, no matter what, I will never let your glory be tarnished!"
A simple word of thanks was enough to make Caster surge with vigor as though he had been injected with stimulants.
Still, any Master fortunate enough to hear a sincere expression of gratitude from the utterly tsundere, sharp-tongued, hot-tempered Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) would probably be as excited as Gilles.
After all—people lived for Jeanne~~~~.
Expelled from the Dragon Registry!
The black dragon swept through the sky, kicking up a violent gale. Fafnir flew straight out from Orleans Castle, circling the castle a few times before settling in front of the