"What are you looking at, schemer?"
Jeanne stared at Lia in open disgust.
"You're dressed head to toe in black. You're almost as tainted as I am."
"Your Master really drew the short straw, summoning a Servant like you."
Yan Huan found himself studying the Servant named Jeanne d'Arc Alter.
Her short, ash-blond hair was neatly styled, and a black horned helmet covered part of her forehead.
Her exposed eyes were a striking gold, their gaze sharp and faintly defiant.
Her face had sharp lines, and the hint of a smile at her lips radiated wild confidence.
Black dominated her armor, which was intricate and layered.
The plating at her shoulders and arms was sturdy yet finely crafted, with dark red accents along its edges lending it an eerie air.
Her tattered cloak bore distinctive black patterns and billowed in the wind. Her whole appearance spoke of power, coldness, and madness.
"Why does she look so much like my Lia?" Yan Huan looked Jeanne over again and again.
"Huh? Me, like her? Don't make me laugh." Jeanne curled her lip.
"Master, why don't you shove her back into the summoning circle? You and my Master are on the same side anyway. I'm more than enough to lead you all to victory."
"Are you?" Lia gave Jeanne a scornful smile.
"I know you, Jeanne d'Arc Alter. Have you learned to write yet? Would you like a great king to teach you?"
"Tch. What's that supposed to mean?" Jeanne narrowed her eyes and rested a hand on the slender black sword at her waist.
"If you want a fight, I'd be happy to oblige."
Seeing the two on the verge of drawing swords, March 7th hurried to smooth things over.
"Stop arguing, you two! Did you know each other before?"
"Heh. Looks