"If it's you, I can rest assured."
Jeanne d'Arc nodded lightly, seeing Jeanne (Lily) give her an innocent smile. Naturally, she was happy that her younger self from another timeline had found someone who belonged to her. —Although Jeanne d'Arc had never regretted leaving Domremy to join the army, that did not mean Jeanne (Lily), who had chosen another path, was wrong.
"Oh my, is that so? Mm... Well, as long as the goal was achieved. If it's time to say goodbye, then goodbye it is. 803"
Dragon Maiden stood with her hands on her hips, thrusting out her far-from-generous chest with an utterly unconcerned expression.
"My, my, it would be best if I never ran into you, you big-tailed lizard, again." Kiyohime covered her mouth as she laughed. She could not wait for Dragon Maiden to disappear.
"Hmph, then I can only disappoint you, you green snake. I'll definitely be back, and I'll soon appear before you again. —My intuition is quite accurate, you know?"
Dragon Maiden bared her sharp little fangs at Kiyohime in provocation, then said to Lianye, "Master, remember this: our blood has mingled. If you don't summon me, I'll make you regret it!"
"If a drop of my blood and some Saint Quartz could let me summon you specifically, I'd be thanking the heavens."
Lianye laughed. When so many Masters rolled for the Servants they wanted, what they spent was not money—it was their damned lifespan, poured in over decades!
"When the time comes, I'll prepare even more beautiful songs and welcome you properly at Csejte, the Prison Castle."
"..."
Lianye's expression changed. —Boss, I want a refund. I don't want this Servant anymore...
162, Maid Marie
The Holy Grail War in Orleans had come to an end, and the remaining Servants would gradually return