"You obnoxious cold-blooded woman, what did you just say?"
Jeanne d'Arc turned her firepower on Artoria.
"Facts." Artoria shrugged. "By the way, was that last move self-destruction? That was really something."
"We had an agreement, didn't we? We wouldn't interfere with each other. Why are you here now?"
Jeanne d'Arc stood up and narrowed her eyes.
"Maybe I wouldn't have interfered before, but now I have a Master."
Artoria seemed to think of something. Her expression turned serious as she leaned close to Jeanne d'Arc and spoke slowly, one word at a time.
"I. Have. A. Master. Now."
Though she was not smiling, Anno thought he caught a hint of provocation in his king's eyes.
His expression immediately became full of interest.
Women fighting? I loved watching that!
As for one of them being the king? Whatever. I'd enjoy the show first!
Sure enough, the cold-blooded woman set off the Assault Woman.
"Hah!?"
"A Master? You!?"
"You, who latches onto anything like some snapping turtle!?"
"You emphasized it again!?"
"Hehe, that's what sets an outstanding woman apart, Assault Woman." Artoria smiled sweetly as she kept firing away.
"You—"
Jeanne d'Arc's eyes widened.
"But whoever became your Master couldn't possibly be anyone impressive, right? They must be... must be someone with a bizarre posture, who made strange noises while walking, or something!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been standing nearby the whole time, scratched his head.
"Anyway, they definitely wouldn't be a decent person!"
"Um, hello?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka tentatively greeted her.
"Huh?"
Jeanne d'Arc turned her head.
"I'm that indecent Master, you know?"
Jeanne d'Arc blinked.
She rubbed her eyes and took a careful look at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Then she fell silent for a long time.
Then, with a faint smile, she moved closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Listen, listen. You're a Master