New chapter! Hello, everyone! It is, I, Merlin! Sending you another chapter about a wonderful timeline that I glimpsed while staying in Avalon, I was bored and Zelretch had dropped by so we watched this timeline with him and amused myself by watching poor little Jeanne at work. Anyway, next chapter you might notice a change of style of writing. For some reason, when I decided to go and write a small HakunoxCharlemagne fic, I noticed that my style had suffered a few changes. Anyway, you'll get when the next chapter is out. Or you can just go read Moments of Reprieve *wink, wink*.

Jeanne looked out of the window, sparkles lit up in her eyes as she saw the land of her country from up high. Her revery was abruptly cut off by Musashi pushing her face out of the way to look out the window while crying out in surprise.

"Woooooow! We're so high up!"

Brynhildr put her chin on Musashi's shoulder with a perplexed look.

"What is so incredible? The view from my chariot is much more amazing."

Musashi turned to her excitedly while grinning.

"Eeeeeh! You have a flying chariot?! Why didn't you summon it earlier?"

Brynhildr pouted from the questioning.

"I am no Rider, Saber. Class restrictions exist after all."

Musashi let out a disappointed sigh at the reminder.

"Will you both shut up. You're drawing way too much attention."

Their Berserker ally finally decided to join the conversation only to shut them up.

"Maa, maa, calm down, Berserker. You only live once, you know?"

The Mad King looked at her flatly.

"You do know that you've already died once, right?"

The Saber laughed uproariously while releasing her master from her tight prison.

"And that is where you are wrong, dear friend!"

Cu Chulainn sneered down at her shorter form.

"We are anything but friends."

Musashi slapped him on the back, having to stretch a bit since Brynhildr was between them.

"Yeah, you keep thinking that. Anyway, you see! I have yet to find a foe powerful enough to slay me! I am simply travelling between worlds trying to perfect my sword style."

Her companions looked at her incredulously, her origins were ever so lightly unbelievable.

"Hahahaha! Is it so unbelievable for a dimension-crosser to exist in a world where fourteen heroes from the past are brought together to fight for a miraculous wish-granting device?"

Jeanne sighed exasperatedly at her servants' exuberance.

"It is not unbelievable. With the existence of beings like the wielder of the Second Magic, it does not seem impossible."

"See! I'm not kidding! I swear you guys are worse than that Gudao boy...
at least he was handsome."

Berserker turned to her with a withering glare.

"Hmmm? I feel like you just insulted me behind my back, trash."

"Eh?! No, no, no! Absolutely not! I did no such thing, I swear!"

Saber waved her arms maniacally in denial. She wouldn't mind having a nice fight with Ireland's Child of Light, but they couldn't do it HERE of all places.

"Tch, whatever."

The Irishman turned away, closed his eyes and did his best to ignore his travel companions.

The silver-haired Saber sighed in relief at the monster's open dismissal of her. Jeanne patted the swordswoman on the back to comfort her.

"How about getting those two servings of Udon, hmm?"

Saber brightened up at her offer and nodded furiously.

"Yes please, Master!"

Jeanne giggled heartily at the woman's enthusiasm.

"Udon? The Grail has not given me any information about this Udon. Could you please explain, Saber?"

Brynhildr gazed at Musashi questioningly, confused at what this Udon thing was. The swordswoman frowned, saddened that she did not know the glory of Udon.

"Actually, I am curious too, Saber. I may have promised you some Udon, but I myself do not know what it is."

Saber's frown deepened even more.

"What kind of food did you eat if you didn't have the glory of Udon?"

Jeanne didn't even need to think about it, she could still remember the horrible food of her time. She shivered just thinking about it.

"In times of combat, we just ate some bread with some water. Whenever we managed to earn a break and be somewhere even remotely peaceful, we ate some stew."

Ruler had tears gathering in her eyes at how disappointing her culinary life had been.

Brynhildr smiled gently thinking of the time when she went hunting with her beloved Sigurd. They usually hunted some normal animals, but sometimes they took it a step further and hunted some Monstrous, Phantasmal, or even, though they only did it once, Divine Beasts.

She took her time explaining to her companions how she and her husband had hunted some of the most dangerous beasts of their time and tasted them. She had to admit that Hraesvelg the Corpse Eater had tasted truly divine, though they had caught the ire of Hel by doing so. The only thing stopping Hel from cursing them for eternity was the fact that she and Brynhildr had actually been well-acquainted and considered each other trustworthy people. There was also the fact that their souls had already been destined to the Throne of Heroes, or as she knew it, Valhalla.

Musashi and Jeanne listened attentively, truly amazed at the adventures she had with her love. Unknown to them, their seemingly sleeping companion raised an eyebrow in interest.

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Jeanne stretched as she walked out of their hotel room. She wanted to walk around Bucharest before having to summon her next batch of servants. She would need to be at full strength and mental awareness, the powerful ley lines in Bucharest basically guaranteed a powerful servant.

She smiled kindly at the receptionist who gave her a tired wave before turning back to a complaining man. Jeanne walked out of the hotel and walked around the market to relax. She engaged in friendly conversations with the elderly she saw sitting alone on benches in the park she had passed by, listening to them telling the story of their lives.

After an hour and a half, she walked back into the hotel. Jeanne waved once more at the receptionist who was typing some stuff on her computer. Jeanne entered the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The door was about to close when an old but spry voice called out.

"Hold up!"

Jeanne hurried to place her arm between the doors so that they would not close, allowing a well-dressed and aged man to enter the elevator.

"Thank you, young woman."

Jeanne was about to respond when she finally noticed the man's eyes. The blood red eyes were like fine wine, aged and playful. Her heart skipped a beat in surprise. Truly not who she was expecting to meet, and in an elevator of all things.

"You figured out who I am yet?"

Jeanne nodded with a cautious look on her face, vampires were not to be trusted, after all, no matter how much they claimed to be allies of humanity.

"I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, Wizard Marshall, but that would be a lie. What can I do to get you out of Romania as fast as possible, I would appreciate you not interfering with the Grail War. "

The Old Man of the Jewels chuckled merrily at her passive-aggressive tone.

"My, my, how long has it been since someone apart from my grandaughters has talked to me so carelessly?"

Jeanne frowned as the doors of the elevator opened to the floor her room was. They both exited the elevator and walked together towards her room.

"No need to be upset, young lady. What I want is very simple and will help you a lot."

The Saint of the Flag looked at him in surprise as the space around his hand seemed to twist into itself and take on a glass-like appearance. An old wand with even more ancient runes dropped into his waiting hand.

"In all the realities I have peered and travelled to, one thing remains the same...Jeanne d'Arc is unable to handle her own finances."

Jeanne blushed in embarrassment at the old vampire's words as one of her biggest faults came to surface. She had never had a chance to learn mathematics, such a privilege was reserved for nobility and scholars.

Zelretch chuckled quietly at her embarrassment, the face she made was adorable. He then continued his explanation.

"This catalyst should summon a competent heroic spirit to handle your finances during your war efforts."

Jeanne smiled, still blushing, in appreciation at the gift. On the inside, she went over his sentence and frowned mentally. There was something not quite right with what he had said. Oh well, she would think about it later.

"Take it will you, I need to leave in about ten seconds."

Jeanne nodded and took the wand just in time for Zelretch to disappear in a kaleidoscope of magic, narrowly dodging the red-barbed spear that had cut through the door.

The spear was brought back in the room and its owner kicked the door off its hinges to exit the room.

Bestial red eyes looked around, nose sniffing the air.

"I thought I smelled vampire. Where did they go, master?"

Jeanne looked in horror at the broken door, she hadn't summoned the heroic spirit yet! She didn't have the skills for this, she could get scammed without knowing.

Her look of horror shifted to a glare that slowly went up to look straight into the disappointed gaze of her Berserker.

"They left. Now. You will be accompanying me to summon our next group of allies."

She quickly grabbed his wrist as his battle attire changed into a black casual attire. It was a black blouse buttoned up halfway and simple black jeans held up by a spiked leather belt.

Despite the Mad King's protests, halfhearted as they were, she still managed to get him to the ley line where she would set up the circle.

Her dragging him in the crowded streets of Bucharest had some people whispering about how cute they were. This made her face grow progressively redder as the whispers increased with time.

When they finally reached the ley line, it was already dark out. Jeanne sighed in frustration as she had forgotten to pick up her two other servants from the shopping district. What they would do there without money, she had no idea. Girls were weird.

She had told them where she was via their mental connection, but she had no idea how much time it would take them to get here. Her thoughts were interrupted by the rustling coming from the shrubbery.

Berserker jumped down, still in his casual attire, with his spear in hand. He was ready to jump into action if it was a hostile, which he was terribly hoping for it to be. His hopes were crushed as he heard their dumb Saber trash laughing drunkenly. Maybe he could still attack, acting like he didn't know who it was. No, his master wouldn't be fooled. Seems he was stuck not doing anything, he returned to his branch and laid down comfortably, letting his skeletal tail hang down.

Musashi stumbled into the clearing drunkenly while singing an old Japanese song, Brynhildr rushed to catch up to the drunk swordswoman.

Jeanne looked on disappointedly at her servant. Her arms were crossed and her foot was tapping the ground repeatedly. She looked just like an angry mother waiting for their teenage child to come back after having snuck out of the house.

"Saber...how did you even get the alcohol? I didn't give you any money."

Musashi giggled with a drunken flush covering her face. She wrapped her arm around master's shoulders and leaned on her. With a drunken slur, she explained what happened to her master.

"Well you see, maaaster, there were these handsome and kind men that decided to buy us some drinks. Of course, I emptied all of their wallets and when I was completely drunk they started groping me! Haha! Can you believe that, master?!"

Jeanne looked shocked and scandalized at her words. She knew the feeling of being touched against her will because of her stay in the dungeons of the English. Thankfully, they never got the chance to do more because of a kind guard that got the aggressors off of her and never let them close to her cell after that day.

"And you just let them?!"

Musashi laughed so hard she actually fell down to the ground. Her laughter died down slowly as she noticed her master's honestly concerned eyes. Musashi got up from her place on the ground and hugged her master.

"Of course I didn't let them..."

Jeanne sighed in relief that nothing bad had happened.

"I cut their arms off for daring to try and defile a defenceless maiden!"

Jeanne froze at the woman's words. Her amethyst eyes looked into Saber's eyes with undisguised stress.

"You did...what?"

Brynhildr helpfully chimed in with her subdued voice.

"She said she cut their arms off, master."

The Maiden of Orleans turned towards Brynhildr with one of her veins close to popping.

"And you!"

Brynhildr tilted her head innocently.

"Me?"

Jeanne pointed at her with a shaking hand.

"Yes, you! What did you do?!"

Brynhildr smiled happily at her master, thinking she would be proud.

"I tried to cauterize their wounds!"

Jeanne had tears gathering in her eyes at the worsening situation.

"I might have used a bit too much fire and turned their whole body into ash though..."

Jeanne froze in place. The tears in her eyes slowly started falling down her face. Her two girlfriends noticed this and came to comfort her.

"I can't! Even my enforcers are breaking the ruuuuuules!"

The young heroine started wailing from the stress of having two rule-breaking servants. The only thing that made her feel better was that Berserker hadn't broken any rules, and then she remembered she had to pay for the door.

Her wailing became even louder, no matter how much Musashi and Brynhildr tried to console her. A loud thud resounded in the clearing they were in, the three girls either didn't notice or ignored it.

The only male servant of their team walked up to his wailing master. He pushed his two fellow servants off of her and picked her up in his arms in a bridal style. Jeanne stopped her wailing for a bit in surprise and blushed at how Cu Chulainn was picking her up.

The tall man jumped back up to the tree branch, laying down. He let the nineteen-year-old lay down on his chest and rest. He slowly stroked her hair calmingly, making her blush turn atomic.

"I'm not doing this because I care about you or whatever you might think. Your wailing was just really annoying."

Jeanne nodded in understanding and made herself more comfortable on his chest.

Meanwhile, the two other servants were whispering animatedly to each other about how Berserker must have told Ruler something really romantic that made her get comfortable on his chest.

They really twisted the situation, didn't they...

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