Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

The final scene opens in a dark room, with sunlight gradually shining in.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes and looked at everything in the room. There were several broken and wounded puppets bleeding, some lying on the table with pierced chests, some piled up on the ground, and some hanging on the wall.

Joan of Arc felt strangely familiar: "This is..."

Shakespeare suddenly appeared from behind Joan of Arc. "A replacement for the Château de Tiffauges. Do you understand?"

Jeanne turned to look at the broken dolls at the door and said, confused, "Gilles de Rais's residence?"

"Exactly!" Shakespeare put his hand on the head of a puppet and picked it up. "Exactly, though it cannot be reproduced exactly."

The puppet with its head lifted fell down. Shakespeare turned to Joan of Arc and made an apologetic gesture: "But please forgive me."

Jeanne's expression was somewhat heavy: "Are you going to kill the child in front of me this time?"

Joan of Arc knew something about the legends about Jill in later generations. She had also met Big-Eyed Jill during the Hundred Years' War with the Evil Dragon and knew a lot about him.

"Hmm?" Shakespeare was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! What a shame! There are actors more suitable than us... and they might not just be children."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing special, just look at it." Shakespeare took two steps to the side to make room, and gestured for invitation towards the door while holding the puppet head.

There was the sound of armored footsteps, someone was coming in.

Jeanne looked over and saw a familiar person walking in from the doorway: "Could it be!"

"Oh?" Marshal Gilles, dressed in white armor, was also quite surprised to see Joan of Arc: "Isn't this Joan of Arc?"

Joan of Arc saw that the other person was holding a round object in his right hand, but because it was wrapped in cloth, she couldn't recognize it and felt a little confused.

Jill, who seemed normal, said curiously: "What a coincidence! How did you get here?"

"Ah..." Joan of Arc didn't answer Gil. She turned sideways and looked at Shakespeare who was enjoying this scene of the play: "Is that enough?"

"Hmm?" Shakespeare looked at Joan of Arc strangely. The play had just begun, how could it be enough?

"Whatever you want to show me, it's all fake. Isn't it time to reach the limit of your attempt to restrain me with your Noble Phantasm?"

While speaking, Joan of Arc had already summoned the phantom of her weapon, but due to the repulsion of Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm, the weapon could not solidify and red lightning continued to be generated on the weapon.

"It is exactly as you said, but let me point out a mistake of yours." Shakespeare turned to look at Jill, and Joan of Arc also looked at this old acquaintance.

"He! Is not a fake!"

Jill bowed politely and touched her chest. "I have come in response to the call."

After the ceremony, Gilles stood up and said to Joan of Arc, "I am the Servant, Joan of Arc."

Faced with this self-declaration, Joan of Arc looked at him in surprise: "How could it be!"

"Although he is a Servant in name only, he is undoubtedly Marshal Giles himself."

"Is it really Giles?" Joan of Arc looked at Marshal Gil and still didn't believe it. How could a servant appear under abnormal circumstances... But when she used her privilege to take a look, she suddenly fell silent. This was indeed Marshal Gil.

Hearing Jeanne's doubtful voice, Giles smiled and then lowered his head to fiddle with the head in his hand. "Compared to that, please see, this is the best material I didn't get in my lifetime."

As he spoke, Jill unwrapped the package, revealing Sieg's head inside.

Jeanne subconsciously turned her head away: "...Giles, please! Don't let me see him like this!"

At this moment, Joan of Arc had an even worse premonition in her heart.

Jill was surprised and said, "That's strange."

"Huh?" Joan of Arc looked at Jill in confusion.

"You, who have received the Lord's revelation, should treat all lives equally. But why is he the only exception?"

Hearing this, Jeanne refuted subconsciously, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Her expression was very ugly: "No... This is..."

"This exception is what should be called love!" Giles showed Sieg's head in his hand. "That is the strong feeling you have for this boy!"

Joan of Arc retorted again: "No!"

"Is that really wrong?" Giles interrupted Joan of Arc: "In this Holy Grail War, Joan of Arc was busy solving various problems."

"But in your heart and actions, you subconsciously cared more about this boy!"

"When he chose to return and personally step onto the battlefield with his own determination, as Ruler, you gave him extra care. This was the biggest mistake!"

"When he decided to turn back, he was no longer an innocent person caught up in the accident. He had already made his own choice. There are no innocent people who voluntarily join the battlefield! And you, as Ruler, are biased towards him!"

"No, that's not the case..." Joan of Arc took a step back with a pale face, gritting her teeth and saying, "I don't have the right to love someone as an individual! I don't mean to do that! And I don't want to show favoritism to him!"

Gil opened his eyes wide and said in a stern tone, "But facts don't lie, Joan of Arc, face up to your own actions! From the moment he turned back, he was already a soldier who volunteered to join the war, not a civilian who was forced to go to the battlefield!

"Your act of helping him transfer a Command Seal can be considered as caring for the new recruit. After visiting the castle of Yugdomrenia with Sieg, if you hadn't been delayed by investigating a third party, you also mentioned that you wanted to go shopping in the city with Sieg."

"Can you still say that such behavior is not partiality? Or to be more precise, isn't this love?!"

"This, this must be..." Joan of Arc felt very uncomfortable and her faith began to waver.

The Leticia she possessed cried out even more bluntly: "No, it's not right! Lady Jeanne! That's not right!"

Seeing Joan of Arc like this, Gil was unsure for a moment. He looked at her doubtfully, then thought back to the Joan of Arc. Then he smiled and said, "Oh, it's just as you said! This is Joan of Arc! You can't possibly have such feelings!"

"As someone who loves humans, it's impossible for you to fall in love with a human! That's why you gave him the Command Seals only to enable him to fight better."

"And because he possessed the third Command Seal, he chose to fight Karna to the end. Possessing such power, he successfully perished alongside Karna."

"What?! Sieg...died in battle?!" Jeanne's pupils trembled: "This, this kind of thing..."

Even Leticia in her inner world was stunned. She lowered her head and cried heartbrokenly: "Sieg..."