That's right.

The pair of young men and girls who were outfitted with the times and fought hard against the bipedal wyvern were the same ones who belonged to Chaldeans and lost from Perseus because of teleportation deviations.

Surprisingly, when they finally met their companions again, the two seemed very hesitant.

"The ......"

"Mr. Perseus......"

Looking at the expressions of the two, Perseus didn't know what they were worried about, Joan of Arc's image was too recognizable, and sighed helplessly.

"I know what you two are thinking, it's because of the 'Dragon Witch'. There's a lot going on here, and I'll explain it in detail later, but I've always been your companion, trust me. ”

Hearing Perseus say this, the expressions of the two suddenly softened a lot.

Perseus repeated his question again: "Do you have any clues, anything?" ”

Rika replied, "Well, in fact, we still have two companions, who rushed out at the beginning and haven't come back yet. ”

"Companion?"

"Yes." Matthew nodded, "They're all Servants, did Mr. Perseus see them?" They were all women about my age. ”

"I didn't see it." Perseus shook his head, "In which direction did they go?" ”

"Over there." Matthew stretched out his hand and pointed, "Huh? Is that? ”

Directly in the direction of the finger, a person ran in a panic, but it was not a woman, but a man.

"No, it's not good."

"What's wrong? Amadeus. Mary greeted her, and it was Mozart, the last man in the group.

"There's a dragon, right in the direction I'm coming from, dragon!" Amadeus took a breath and said.

"There are dragons? But I didn't perceive it. Joan of Arc tilted her head in confusion.

"It's not yet in your perceptual range, and I hear a roar, a little different from Fafnir, but I can't get it wrong." Mozart said firmly.

"Amadeus can hear voices that ordinary people can't hear, and he can't be wrong when he says that." Mary was the first to agree, fully expressing her trust in Mozart.

"I see, Joan of Arc, you feel it carefully, no, let's go to the front together." Perseus also believed it, after all, it was the first day in the history of music, and it was not surprising to hear anything.

"Hmm." Joan of Arc closed her eyes and perceived, "Still no—no, there is, not only the dragon, but also the servant, three riders, no, four riders, coming this way, very fast, ready to attack!" ”

"Phew! If you don't want to die, stay away. ”

Perseus immediately relieved the pressure on the soldiers, and the wind elves spun around and sent them some distance away.

Matthew and Joan of Arc both snatched out, one holding a flag and the other holding a shield, standing at the front of the line.

As soon as they entered the state, everyone noticed the anomaly.

That's right, Joan of Arc's perception domain is ten times that of ordinary servants, but all of them are superhumans, traveling at full speed, one kilometer is a few seconds and more than ten seconds.

A roar with a unique coercion sounded, no doubt the roar of a dragon.

Immediately afterward, two figures descended from the sky and slammed into the ground, one left and one right, smashing a large pit next to Matthew and Joan of Arc respectively.

In one of the pits lay a young girl.

One of them was smaller than Matthew, dressed in a small black gown, with horns on his head and a tail behind him, like a mixture of a dragon and a man.

The other, who is also petite, is dressed in a cyan oriental classical robe, with few non-human features, but fine snake-like white scales can be faintly seen under the robe.

Why can you see it? Because the two girls were in a tattered and injured state, they couldn't even stand up.

"Elizabeth, Kiyohime!"

Ritsuka and Matthew exclaimed, it was clear that these two were the two companions who had rushed out earlier.

"Ritsuka, you go. Strengthened, Agility Enhanced! ”

Perseus put two enhanced magic spells on Fujimaru Rika and motioned for the latter to move people.

The reason why it wasn't the servants who did it was because the servants who beat the two like this appeared.

It was the Rider who had made Perseus wary earlier, standing on top of a monster covered in a heavy carapace, like a turtle and with the characteristics of a dragon.

"Good evening, everyone, it's a lonely night."

There was only one person, but he looked down on everyone below without fear. Considering that she had easily seriously injured two servants named Kiyohime and Elizabeth, it was not incomprehensible that she would have such confidence.

Rider, a female rider riding a dragon, first glanced at Joan of Arc, then turned her gaze to the soldiers behind her, guarding everyone, and sighed deeply.

"How sad it is that even though you tried twice desperately to save this country, they regarded you as an enemy. Tell me, Joan of Arc, how are you feeling right now? Want to die? Or do you want to kill them? ”

In a word, everyone's eyes were focused on Joan of Arc, with worry, trust, and more hatred.

Unmoved, Joan of Arc calmly raised her head and looked at Rider,

"Normally, I would fall into despair with remorse. Wondering about the identity and meaning of one's existence, having an incomplete body may exacerbate this despair. But...... Well, I'm probably a little broken because it's not quite - I think it's great if they can get up a little bit because they hate me. ”

Speaking of which, Joan of Arc bloomed with a smile, pure and beautiful, without any shade, like a pure white iris blooming in spring.

"I thought, that must be something much more important than finding the meaning of my existence."

Yes, this is Joan of Arc, the savior of France.

"I like that answer very much. But she's probably going to be indignant. ”

Rider had a conflicting expression mixed with pain, and the magic around him climbed at an alarming rate, no doubt as a precursor to an attack.

"Be careful...... She's ......"

"That Marda......"

At this time, Elizabeth and Kiyohime, who had been moved to the rear by Rikka, seemed to have regained their ability to speak, reminding them intermittently.

"What? Marda? ”

"She's riding a dragon, that is...... She's the Saint Marda! ”

A familiar voice came from Ritsuka's wrist, and Director Olga Marie and Dr. Roman were finally online.

St. Marda, together with her sister Mary and brother Lazarus, followed the Son Jesus. The Messiah did not abandon his faith after his execution, and he was exiled by the then governor of Rome and did not die, but was graced by God to drift to the south of France.

Her deeds were recorded in the Bible, and she became one of the first twelve saints believed in by later generations, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she was the first saint.

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