Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

She was dressed in black underwear with a blue outer garment...

"Hey, hey, hey!"

What an indecent outfit! That's impossible!

Joan of Arc couldn't help but cry out in her heart, but quickly reconsidered. Would these methods really be effective...? Although she was very reluctant, she could endure it for a few more days in order to stop the evil plan of the heretical god. Besides, it wasn't like she had to keep doing this forever; she could wear it when they were alone...

However, just as Joan of Arc was about to convince herself, she realized that there was actually another passage following this one—

"Of course, dressing like this, which is only suitable for being alone, is completely inappropriate. It would be terrible if the other person's family or people around them saw it. On a first meeting, you should at least try to hide your feelings that are inconvenient to reveal."

After quickly glancing at the sentence, Joan of Arc realized that it was the real recommendation, and upon closer inspection, she found that the level of exposure wasn't very high.

Thank you for your suggestion.

After liking the post titled "Confined☆Merry," Jeanne immediately began using her magic to transform herself into the appearance depicted in the picture.

At this very moment, in faraway Avalon, the Flower Magician, who enjoys surfing the internet with modern technology, saw that her post had been liked by someone without her even realizing it. When she clicked on the post and saw that it was from a secondary account, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Liked it? If you really do that, then you're truly an innocent guy like Little Lia. But you'd need a big enough chest to support it, this is a sure-fire sweater, you know. Forget about the little thing..."

For Joan of Arc, it was only when she suddenly heard the sound of an unknown bird that she belatedly realized it was already morning. It was the first time the girl felt that time had passed so quickly. Afterwards, in order to replenish her magic, she went to the restaurant that served breakfast, but when she arrived there she found that apart from Astolfo, no one else was there.

The girl sat opposite the cavalryman who was happily eating.

“You eat a lot, Astolfo.”

"Of course, replenish magic power, replenish magic power?"

Astolfo hummed a song as he put the food into his mouth, chewing the bread soaked in the soup with a happy expression, muttering "Ah~~ so delicious" and laughing heartily.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc suddenly said something else.

"It's quite hot today..."

"Ok?"

Afu was slightly stunned, wondering why Joan of Arc said that, since servants wouldn't be as sensitive to the weather as ordinary people.

But he was busy eating, so he casually replied, "Then why are you wearing so many clothes? A normal person would have gotten heat rash long ago if they wore that."

He then resumed eating, while Joan of Arc, who had been spoken to, remained silent, quickly finished her meal, and left on her own.

"...Huh?" Afu, who was still eating, was puzzled when he saw Jeanne leave after eating only a little. "Wasn't she the one with the biggest appetite last night? Is she already full?"

But Afu didn't think much of it and continued eating.

At the same time, the blonde girl walked confidently through the castle, but inwardly she felt quite disheartened. Judging from Afu's behavior, she felt that this approach might not have been as effective as using armor...

"Damn it! You're too strong!"

"Do you want to continue?"

"Of course!"

When Joan of Arc passed by, she heard Mordred and Siegfried's voices. She peeked out and found the two of them competing. It seemed they had been fighting all night, and Mordred always seemed to be losing.

This is quite normal. After all, from the perspective of Heroic Spirits, Siegfried, who specializes in fighting dragons, is the natural enemy of some people. Not to mention that Siegfried is covered in dragon blood at this time and has no weaknesses. However, logically speaking, Siegfried should have fallen into evil dragons. The reason he was able to remain so is probably due to the leaves.

Besides the two, many other homunculus were also observing. Joan of Arc remembered that because of Gordes, all the homunculus had been released.

After all, the Thousand World Tree Clan suffered a significant loss of strength a few days ago, which was unavoidable.

"Ugh."

After turning her gaze away from the group of androids, Jeanne sighed. Ever since being ignored by Astolfo, she felt that all her efforts were meaningless. After all, she was just a country girl from a village, or simply a wild child. Etiquette and manners were completely foreign to her.

At the same time, Joan of Arc also had a certain thought in her mind: she was extremely foolish to move forward with pain, no matter where she went, she could only pray and look up at the sky. In truth, she was just a foolish and insignificant country girl who had died and would be buried in history. It was nothing serious.

She believed that even now, as someone revered by many and a 'heroic spirit,' she was still just a foolish country girl.

"Let's switch back to our original weaponry—"

"Miss Joan of Arc, what's wrong?"

Just as Joan of Arc was dejected and about to revert to her normal armor, Fran's voice came from the side.

To Fran, Joan of Arc's shoulders slumped limply at that moment, and she seemed somewhat disappointed, but Fran did not understand why.

But when Fran got closer and saw Joan of Arc's attire, she shouted:

"Miss Joan of Arc, you look so beautiful now."

"Maybe..."

Joan of Arc replied as she backed away.

Perhaps it was the shock of being ignored by Astolfo that made her feel really hot, with sweat pouring down her neck and underarms.

Ah... is this outfit really okay? Why is it so hot? Why are Servants so hot...?

"Although in Fran's eyes Grandma is the most beautiful, Miss Joan of Arc is indeed very beautiful now, really."

"......"

Joan of Arc did not answer, but simply fiddled with the hem of her coat and lowered her head.

Seeing Joan of Arc hesitate and linger, Fran smiled slightly, then continued speaking to her:

"Ah, Fran, I have some things to attend to, so I'll be going now. Good luck, Miss Jeanne."

Fran was quite familiar with Joan of Arc's reaction; she had seen it all too often when she assisted Moriarty, then a university professor, with his classes at the university. However, Fran was also quite curious about who could possibly evoke such thoughts in Joan of Arc...

At this moment, Fran suddenly remembered that yesterday, when Tralock made a request to his grandfather, it was Joan of Arc who was the first to speak up...

Could it be that, could it be that Miss Joan of Arc wants to become Fran's grandmother?

“…Should we tell Grandma Tralock?” Fran murmured, but quickly continued, “Well, Fran, I don’t know, I don’t know anything.”

Let Grandpa worry about this...

At the same time, on the road within the city-state of the Thousand World Tree Castle, Joan of Arc, having received praise from Fran, temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​making her outfit disappear. However, Joan of Arc's mind was entirely focused on the sleeveless white sweater beneath her coat. Not only was she walking unsteadily, but non-existent sweat seemed to be pouring out incessantly...

Is it true? Or is it just my imagination?

Even she herself was a little confused.

"Who are you......."

However, she happened to meet someone at this very inappropriate location—the doorway.

In Joan of Arc's eyes, he was a boy with brown skin, silver hair resembling that of the fifth sun god of America, and a red sash and cloak over his priest's robes.

The moment Joan of Arc saw him, she instantly understood something.

"...How...is that possible...?"

Joan of Arc gasped.

The person in front of me is a Servant, no, a Servant. It's alright if the Master is a Servant. Although the Master deviates from the rules, at least it's still a possible situation.

The problem lies in his class: he is not a swordsman, archer, spearman, cavalryman, berserker, sorcerer, or assassin.

"Hello, those who will make the final decisions. We are the Masters of the Red faction."

"...they?"

Then, to Joan of Arc's surprise, the boy raised his arm and rolled up his sleeves—

The archer Ata, the spearman Romulus, the cavalryman Achilles, and the assassin Semiramis, together comprise twelve Command Seals.

"...So that's how it is. The warnings I felt from the gods also included you."

No matter how chaotic a Holy Grail War may be, it is absolutely impossible for there to be two arbiters.

"That's hard to say. I have no intention of defying the gods at all." Amakusa Shiro smiled. "However, I'm a little curious, besides me, who else do you consider to be wary of?"

"Are you... the Arbiter summoned in the 'Third Holy Grail War' held in Fuyuki?"

"Yes, if you find out the truth, all my efforts will be in vain, right? I won't let anyone stop me from achieving my dream."

The voice of the judge, who had waited sixty years, carried no hatred, but rather a resolute will.

Moreover, Joan of Arc's words did not confuse Amakusa in the slightest, because as an Arbiter himself, he was naturally aware of one of the Arbiter's class privileges, 'True Name Vision'.

This skill can see through a Servant's class and true name, and it naturally applies to those who have achieved physical form. This was the reason Amakusa previously avoided meeting him—to prevent the plan from failing. But now, with the Greater Grail in hand and the Black Faction suffering heavy losses, everything is going smoothly, except—

Amakusa glanced at the door; the presence behind the door was the reason he had openly appeared before Jeanne d'Arc.

Favia Tonatiu, the fifth sun god of the Americas.

At the same time, Joan of Arc looked at him with eyes as vast as the ocean:

"Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, what exactly is your purpose?"

"Of course it's to save all of humanity, Joan of Arc."

The boy and girl were hailed as a 'miracle' by the people who could not get anything in return and the soldiers who chased after them.

The two cannot tolerate each other's existence and are silently glaring at each other.

The boy and girl stared at each other. Although Amakusa had a composed smile on his face, he looked at the girl with eyes that carried a hint of evil and gave off an ominous feeling.

The girl on the other side had snow-white skin and golden hair. She was pursing her lips tightly and staring straight at the boy with eyes that burned like fire.

"Amakusa Shirou, what are you thinking? Do you really want the Holy Grail that badly?"

"Of course, you should understand that since you believe in the same God as me, right?"

“Stop joking... You should know very well that the Great Grail of Fuyuki is not the Grail we know.” Joan of Arc turned her gaze to the door as well. “Perhaps you do have sins now, but as believers, we should join hands first.”

Amakusa Shiro is an enemy, and the Fifth Sun of America is also an enemy, but compared to that, it is better to join forces with Amakusa first.

For Joan of Arc, the pagan god whom the Lord had revealed to her that she would surely overcome was her greatest enemy.

Furthermore, according to Jeanne's reconnaissance, the Red Army has only lost one Berserker, meaning there are six left. Therefore, if they can contact Amakusa and add the two Command Seals they have given each of them, it should be enough to delay Lord Tralock for some time.

"...So that's how it is. It was just a superficial alliance after all."

Amakusa Shiro, understanding Joan of Arc's meaning from her gaze, smiled faintly.

“I understand, Joan of Arc. The person you were wary of included not only me but also him.”

Amakusa suddenly stopped smiling and turned to look at Jeanne's face with the utmost seriousness, as if she were telling him something.

"So Joan of Arc, are you unaware of the legend of the fifth sun in America?"

Amakusa's mysterious words caused Joan of Arc to instantly search her mind for the knowledge bestowed by the Holy Grail.

"In the Americas, the most powerful god in the world detested and completely abolished human sacrifice. His main deeds are recorded in the Aztec and Mayan traditions. He was guided by the second and first suns, fought against the third sun, and eventually became the supreme being of the fifth sun, possessing the power of all the gods. He is defined as the only god of the Americas."

Although as a believer, all gods other than the one she believed in were heretics, Joan of Arc had to admit that there were many beliefs in the world, and she did not particularly dislike them. Moreover, no matter how Joan of Arc looked at it, she felt that this was just an enhanced version of Zeus or Odin, a unity that was unified in name and in practice.

Therefore, in response to Amakusa's question, Joan of Arc could only reply, "Isn't that a heretical god...?"

Amakusa smiled again, ignoring Joan of Arc, and then formally knocked on the door, calling out in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"The Arbiter, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, has come to visit the fifth sun of America."

276: "I will still be watching you." (5k)

"allow."

A few seconds after Yu Tiancao's voice rang out, a clear, cold female voice came from inside the room.

Although the adjudicator did not recognize the voice, he sensed it was that of the third sun, Tralock, the god of the fifth sun of America.

"Grateful."

After the boy finished thanking them, he slowly pushed open the door and saw a room filled with dense darkness despite it being broad daylight.

At that moment, a sound from an unknown source reached Amakusa's ears.

Not only Amakusa, but even Jeanne d'Arc next to her subconsciously turned her head. This was a sound that could only be heard by the two of them in this special darkness, a sound that defied the laws of physics, a huge roar that came from a distant land, like a thunderclap. However, although it was a roar, the timbre was excessively beautiful, almost like the timbre of an angel, or the world itself singing a lullaby.

No one was in sight.

This must be the sound of the Americas.

I couldn't sense any murderous intent.

It seems there is a possibility of mutual exchange.