"It was an anomaly in history."
Lianye nodded.
The four spoke in perfectly standard top-to-bottom order—though there was really no need for it. Servants had sharp eyes and ears, with hearing far beyond that of ordinary people; they did not need to pass messages up and down.
"Hey, hey, hey—before that, don't you think our bizarre speaking order and posture are the biggest anomaly here?"
The Dragon Witch, who had been forcibly propped up, scolded them in dissatisfaction.
"Don't say that. You were having plenty of fun too..."
Lianye burst out laughing. Of course, he admitted that their current posture was extremely strange, like some ritual for summoning an evil god. But with no one else around on this open ground, there was no harm in fooling around once in a while.
"..."
Jeanne d'Arc Alter fell silent, wavering between the rational shame she felt and the fact that it was actually kind of fun. She had the feeling that her values were being torn down and reforged—and in some very strange directions, at that.
"Anyway, chatting time is over. If it's an anomaly in history, we can't possibly ignore it," Lianye said.
"In that case, hold on tight, everyone—the Chaldea is ready to depart!"
Gudako shouted as her steps grew even faster, trying to outrun Western reporters. The one with the most arrogant momentum and the most broken personality was, coincidentally, hidden at the very bottom.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was about to charge forward uncontrollably, carrying everyone from Chaldea on her back.
—As if!
A little embarrassing play in private was one thing, but if the five of them rushed onto the battlefield in that cobbled-together Chaldea formation, the entire audience would surely fall silent before their social standing completely collapsed.
Jeanne d'Arc Lily, who had enjoyed herself the most,