What Kind of Type-Moon Is This!

"Yes, my mana is depleted, so I'm practicing Nine Breaths Qi Regulation."

"Ah, that thing?" Roman's voice chimed in. "In Chinese terms, it's a spell that converts the world's vital energy into mana without consuming your own. It's a method of extracting mana from the Great Source and replenishing your own. Bai Ming, you truly are an excellent magus. Truly excellent magi are skilled at extracting mana from the Great Source."

Bai Ming sighed deeply. "Roman, sometimes I really feel like I should tie you up and punish you severely. Don't lump me in with those arrogant, selfish magi who think too highly of themselves."

Akuta Hinako's voice cut in, "When it comes to thinking too highly of oneself, Bai Ming, you don't exactly have the moral high ground to lecture."

"Hah? Are you trying to pick a fight?" Bai Ming sat up immediately. "I'm a marvel of the world, surpassing two generations. Even you, an old relic of over two thousand two hundred years, couldn't defeat me. What's wrong with thinking highly of myself? Even if King Solomon showed up, I'd leave my fist print on his face."

In the control room, Roman was coughing uncontrollably, while Akuta Hinako blushed furiously. "That's... that's because I'm not good at fighting!"

"Living uselessly for two thousand two hundred years. If I had your two thousand two hundred years, I swear I would have turned Solomon's corpse into excellent magical material long ago, and this Chaldeas wouldn't even exist."

Roman finally couldn't help but retort, "So, what exactly is your beef with King Solomon? Did he happen to peek at you once with his Clairvoyance, and that's why you're holding a grudge?"

After Marisbury's death, Bai Ming had immediately dragged Roman to reveal the issues with Chaldeas and Marisbury's schemes. Therefore, no matter what, the existence of King Solomon, who laid the foundation for Western magecraft, could not be completely erased. They couldn't just allow a Beast, whose ultimate goal was similar to Chaldea's, to eliminate one of their own combatants.

So, at this moment, Roman was merely making a quip about King Solomon's past before he became Romani Archaman.

Bai Ming sat cross-legged on the grass. "Don't you understand perfectly? Alright, next up is Bai Ming's preemptive knowledge-sharing session."

"Yes! Senpai, I wanted to ask this before. What is that giant beam of light in the sky? And why do you always fight so desperately, Senpai?"

"Simply put, it's something produced by the incineration of human history," Bai Ming said, looking at the giant beam of light in the sky and letting out a long breath. "As for why I fight so desperately, on a grand scale, we're engaged in a battle to reclaim humanity. On a smaller scale, it's simply because I don't want to die, so I always fight with my back against the wall, only to be reborn."

That's why Bai Ming continuously strived, fought, and grew stronger, reaching this point today, his thoughts never changing. Otherwise, he could have just stayed put in Team A's frame, waited to be half-dead from an explosion, and then waited for his dear captain to rescue him.

But... undoubtedly, placing your hopes in others is an incredibly foolish thing, like that foolish Olga Marie. That's why Bai Ming never placed his hopes in anyone. Bai Ming knew that the moment he appeared, the moment he started taking action to survive, some things had already changed.

Of course, if he were to simulate this in the simulator system and rewrite history, Bai Ming would be able to do as he pleased.

Treading carefully in reality, striking hard in simulations.

The considerate Mash translated Bai Ming's words throughout, so as not to make Jeanne feel awkward. Jeanne, lost in thought, finally spoke, "The other me, she's just a fake created based on the personal biases of the true mastermind, isn't she?"

Through Mash's translation, Jeanne received an affirmative answer, and her tense heart finally relaxed. "She's also a pitiable person. I don't mind sharing a name with her. Mr. Bai Ming is truly a kind person, letting her go after knowing she was pitiable."

"Don't describe me with disgusting words like 'kind'—you don't need to translate that, think whatever you want. I just didn't want to kill someone who couldn't even see who she was."

Bai Ming took a few deep breaths and stood up. "Wait a moment longer. When I was fighting with Fafnir earlier, the commotion was quite significant. If we have any allies among the Servants, they should arrive here to meet us before long."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: After Bai Ming Punched Jeanne Alter Into the Ground a Few Times, Jeanne Alter Learned to Think

While Bai Ming and his group waited for their allies to arrive, in Orleans, Jeanne Alter questioned Gilles de Rais.

She had pondered for a long time, finally uttering a single sentence: "Gilles, tell me, am I Jeanne? Who do you think is the true Jeanne, her or me?"

"Ahhh! Of course, of course, it's you, you are undoubtedly Jeanne! How could you have such an unrealistic thought?" The magician named Gilles de Rais, with bulging eyes, exclaimed excitedly, "You are undoubtedly perfect as you are now, Jeanne! Jeanne! Military fortune is already unnecessary for you! You lost this time simply because you lacked the informational advantage!

"Listen, Jeanne, you were burned at the stake, betrayed by everyone. No one was brave enough to stand up and save you. Everyone betrayed you. Why! Why did this happen! It's precisely because of God! It's God, whom we believe in, mocking us! That's why we deny God! Please, trample those traitors to your heart's content! Unleash your flames of anger and revenge!"

"Hmph..." Jeanne Alter let out a contemptuous snort. "That's inevitable, Gilles. You don't need to tell me. I have nothing left."

With that, Jeanne Alter summoned two more warriors with the Holy Grail: the Berserker Lancelot and the assassin Sanson, and set out with these two Servants.

Jeanne Alter's cold and hateful expression made Gilles de Rais incredibly excited.

Yes! That's it! This is the Jeanne I envisioned! Burn this country to ashes, along with all those who betrayed you.

After leaving Orleans, Jeanne Alter's mood wasn't exactly pleasant. She might be uneducated and slow-witted, but that didn't mean her brain was malfunctioning.

The person who could easily kill her chose to let her go, while the one who summoned her kept emphasizing her burning at the stake and how no one saved her. Yet, she only remembered saving the country in her past life, and that saving the country was wrong. She had no memory of most of her life and was constantly being fed concepts like [betrayal], [hatred], [rage], and [revenge].

And the other Jeanne... no matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem like someone who would have such emotions.

Jeanne Alter repeatedly thought—ever since Bai Ming sent her flying with one punch and then embedded her into the ground with a few more, she had learned to use her brain.

Although, between Gilles de Rais and Bai Ming, she should have chosen to believe Gilles.

However, Bai Ming's words truly made her ponder, to the point that she fixated on Gilles's phrase "everyone." She truly had nothing left, and Gilles was undoubtedly lying to her.

So, where could she go?

After much deliberation, Jeanne Alter decided to seek out Chaldea's group for clarification.

Whether it was that man, that woman, or even that Jeanne, who was as weak as a mouse, they didn't seem like the type to lie.

At worst, she'd be beaten to death.

Jeanne Alter set off.

◇ Chaldea Side

The commotion Bai Ming caused was indeed significant. Moreover, because Bai Ming and his group had eliminated all four Servants they encountered immediately, Siegfried did not suffer persecution from numerous Servants and smoothly proceeded to the location of the great disturbance Bai Ming had created.

As a result, after waiting for not too long, Siegfried, Marie Antoinette, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and Saint George gathered there.

"Person from the distant future, you too bear the curse of the dragon."

Siegfried spoke upon seeing Bai Ming. "As I thought, my summoning was due to Fafnir. But it seems Fafnir has already died by your hand. Are you also a dragon slayer?"

"Britain's last white dragon Vortigern and the last red dragon King Arthur both died by my hand. Now add Fafnir to the list."

Bai Ming was very honest. Hiding his identities was only delaying the inevitable, so it was better to be upfront and exchange sincerity for sincerity.

"Ah, are you the rumored Duke Joscelin?" the graceful girl with a snow-white neck like a white swan asked with great joy. "But by all appearances, you are human, not a Servant—are you perhaps a Master?"

Marie Antoinette felt a sense of wonder upon seeing the Command Spells on Bai Ming's hand. Duke Joscelin from King Arthur's era was still alive, and had lived until now. Mozart, after a brief exclamation, began humming a tune and observing from the side.

"This is… inconvenient to explain," Bai Ming said. "Considering that the Boundary Record doesn't have a past, present, or future, my legends might exist in many places, though perhaps not under the name Joscelin Brando."

"Regarding the curse…" Jeanne began, "the baptismal chant can resolve such matters. Since Mr. Bai Ming's curse isn't too severe, I can perform the baptism alone—"

Mash translated Jeanne's meaning to Bai Ming, who refused.

"It's just the curse of 'the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon.' I can remove it myself."

"Speaking of which, Senpai and Miss Jeanne have different beliefs—Senpai, what's wrong?"

"I smell… Lancelot's presence."

Bai Ming looked towards the distant skyline, his excitement palpable. "It seems the ringleader hasn't given up. He even summoned Lancelot."

"Ah…" Mash wanted to say something but ultimately chose silence.

Saint George quietly watched the excited Bai Ming without a word. Only after Bai Ming issued the order to head straight for Orleans did Saint George speak, "Intense faith can sometimes lead to sorrow. By believing, one can also find peace. So, Master, please tell me, where does this strong faith of yours originate?"

"Ha… I thought Mr. Saint George would be a man of few words. Since you asked, I'll answer."

Bai Ming pointed to his own chest with his thumb. "This is the source of my faith. I firmly believe in myself. Even though I'm a religious follower, I don't believe in gods or immortals. The only one I can rely on is myself."

As for calling his ancestor for help—that wasn't a matter of belief. His ancestor himself advocated for cautious cultivation and self-transcendence, not to mention promoting "The one who knows others is wise; the one who knows himself is enlightened. The one who overcomes others has strength; the one who overcomes himself is powerful."

If anything, his ancestor would have favored him more if he didn't believe. Bai Ming's evaluation of those who constantly sought divine intervention was that they were beyond saving and should just wait for death.

"I understand. Then, Rider, Georgios, let's do our best."

Chapter 39: Lancelot Band, the Victor is Me, Joscelin Brando!

On the vast grassland, before Jeanne Alter could react, the Lancelot beside her, emanating dark energy, charged towards Chaldea's group with an "ARYYYYYYYY!"

As his Master, Bai Ming also charged towards Lancelot with a "Wryyyyyy!"

Mash had no choice but to follow Bai Ming and charge at Lancelot.

Jeanne and Saint George, following the original plan, headed straight for Jeanne Alter. As for Siegfried, he was waiting for Saint George to deliver a "What are you looking at? You're also a dragon!" before unleashing his Noble Phantasm.

Marie Antoinette and Mozart found themselves facing the executioner Sanson. It wasn't that they chose their enemies; rather, the enemies chose them. Queen Marie was killed by Sanson in life, and Sanson wanted to kill Marie again.

"Lancelot!!!!!"

Bai Ming first threw a handful of dirt, causing the red light from Lancelot's stealthy gaze to vanish abruptly. Then, Bai Ming personally wielded the Jade Purity Supreme Brick and smashed it into Lancelot's face.

The dark energy surrounding Lancelot dissipated significantly from this blow. Just as he was about to retaliate, Mash, who had followed closely behind, used her round shield for a body-slamming charge, sending him flying.

Subsequently, Lancelot saw the flying brick and roared, "Aryyyyyyyy!"

He dodged the brick and lunged at Bai Ming. Bai Ming also lunged at Lancelot, casually hooking his hand to summon the brick back. It struck the back of Lancelot's head before returning to his hand and smashing into Lancelot's face. Lancelot, in turn, kicked Bai Ming in the stomach, sending them both flying in different directions.

"Jo—Joscelin! Joscelin Brando!"

It seemed that after a few blows from the brick, the Berserker Lancelot regained some semblance of sanity. He looked at Bai Ming and roared out the name Joscelin Brando. Bai Ming, however, didn't indulge him. He immediately threw his brick and engaged Lancelot in a brawl, shouting, "Your dad is here!"

As a Berserker, Lancelot possessed Strength and Endurance of rank A, and Agility of A+. Thus, Bai Ming and Lancelot fought each other with all their might.

His A++ rank Knight's non-grappling skill was completely useless against Bai Ming.

Although he could use it as long as he grabbed something recognizable as a weapon, Bai Ming would never give Lancelot such an opportunity.

If Lancelot had manifested as a Saber, he might have been able to fight Bai Ming for a whole day. But this Berserker Lancelot, despite being able to display Lancelot's full martial prowess through his endless combat experience, lacked sanity. Coupled with Bai Ming's ferociously aggressive attacks, where he disregarded his own injuries, Bai Ming simply smashed and tore apart Lancelot's armor with brute force, knocking off his helmet. Lancelot, in turn, shredded Bai Ming's specially made Mystic Code, Chaldea.

Mash, realizing she couldn't intervene in their fight, chose to help Marie and Mozart, who were not skilled in combat.

Of course, Mash was curious about the enmity between Bai Ming and Lancelot that led them to fight in such a brutal manner.

Jeanne Alter watched Saint George, Jeanne, and Siegfried, who was waiting for an opportunity, without any movement.

There was no anger, no taunting words.

Jeanne Alter remained motionless, creating a stalemate with the three Servants. None of them dared to act rashly, all worried that Jeanne Alter might have set a trap.

After a long period of standoff, Jeanne Alter finally spoke, "I have no desire to fight you, nor am I here to fight."

Jeanne Alter's fighting spirit was unprecedentedly low. Saint George pointed his sword at Jeanne Alter. "The enemy's words cannot be trusted."

"Then come and kill me."

Jeanne Alter spread her arms, inviting him to thrust his blade into her body. "I am only here to find an answer, and to give one."

Siegfried looked at Jeanne, Jeanne looked at Saint George, and Saint George remained still.

Just as they were about to make a move, a dark blue shadow flew past, slamming into Jeanne Alter and sending her flying.

Bai Ming's well-built upper body was exposed to the air, his hands covered in blood, and even his body bore some wounds and bloodstains. He charged towards the flying Lancelot.

Lancelot, who had sent Jeanne Alter flying, also roared and charged at Bai Ming.

Bai Ming and Lancelot collided again. However, this time, Bai Ming was not empty-handed. He summoned Crocea Mors from his sea of consciousness and plunged it directly into Lancelot's body, extracting his Spirit Core.

With a kick, he sent Lancelot's dissipating body flying far away, after which Bai Ming let out a long roar.

"Wryyyyy! Lancelot Band! The victor is me, Joscelin Brando!!!"

Jeanne Alter lay motionless on the ground, exhausted. She was truly tired. If she hadn't brought these two Servants with her, it might have aroused Gilles's suspicion… Sigh, forget it.

Saint George asked with concern, "Master, are you alright?"

"I'm really feeling it right now!"

Bai Ming walked step by step towards Jeanne Alter, who lay on the ground. Jeanne Alter glanced at Bai Ming, showing no intention of resisting at all.

"Mr. Saint George, Mr. Siegfried, before this, we already met Miss Jeanne Alter, and she was no match for me."

Siegfried nodded. Considering Bai Ming's crazy fighting style, it would be difficult for the opponent to have a chance to chant magic or use their Noble Phantasm.

Saint George also nodded. Since she wasn't an opponent, and they had let her go, their Master must have had their own reasons.

"I knew you'd come looking for me! Miss Jeanne Alter."

After all, the last time he beat up Jeanne Alter, he had secretly cast a delayed-trigger purification spell on her.

Her current listless state was definitely the result of all her hatred and rage being cleared out in one go.

"I... I'm not Jeanne, am I?"

"That's right, you're not. You're just a puppet created by that mad magus, who poured all his ill intentions and delusions into you through the Holy Grail. A replacement for that silly girl over there." Bai Ming said, pointing to Jeanne standing nearby.

Due to a flaw in this summoning, Jeanne couldn't understand Bai Ming's words. However, seeing Bai Ming point at her, she guessed that Mr. Bai Ming, who was sharp-tongued, arrogant, yet gentle, was speaking ill of her again.

So, Jeanne immediately walked over.

"She can't understand languages other than French due to a defect. I suggest you switch to French when speaking to her."

Bai Ming advised Jeanne Alter, then walked towards Saint George and Siegfried. After explaining a few things to the two dragon slayers, he and they surrounded Sanson together.

Marie and Mozart were not skilled in combat, and Mash, with Bai Ming covering for her, was specifically honing her combat skills against Sanson.

Siegfried, Saint George, Bai Ming, Marie Antoinette, and Mozart formed a circle, watching Mash and Sanson fight.

For a moment, the executioner from the famous French executioner family felt like a performing monkey in a circus.