"Don't do anything, you fucking idiot!" Jeanne shouts, halting Maverick as he runs towards her. Meanwhile, the mutated bear stands over the Frenchwoman and sniffs her. "Grr…" Letting out a growl, the bear uses one of its paws to play with Jeanne, who, while focusing on Maverick despite the situation, stares.

While the young man's run was stopped the first time, even when the woman tries to stop him a second time, he repeats the act. This time, the animal turns over to him and roars.

"Argh!" Jeanne also roars, and she breaks out of the chains and tackles the creature, only to get thrown off. "Scheisse, get away!" Jeanne shouts, swinging her arm in Maverick's direction as she does.

However, the young man stands frozen, and the animal's attention continues to shift between the two. Jeanne takes this opening to attack with her blades, only for a swipe of the bear's claw to send her flying.

The creature then turns to Maverick. "Looks like it made its choice." The German man at the side says, speaking the common tongue for whatever reason. "That's reasonable when you consider that a human will be more nutritious than a Servant." "Servant?" Maverick asks while backing off, with the creature in front of him slowly advancing.

While Jeanne attempts another attack, she gets sent flying once more, and as Maverick watches her with concern, the German man answers. "Basically magic ghosts. They are very powerful, don't be mistaken, but I, as her Master, determine how powerful she is."

"Argh!" Jeanne shouts, jumping on the bear just before it also jumps. Watching her wrestle the animal, Maverick speaks. "Uh, Jan, what if… like, can you change Masters?" "She can." The German says, "But not to you. Not unless you have some trick hidden up your sleeve."

As Maverick continues to watch, the animal throws Jeanne off, and the young man's hand covers his mouth. Instead of him, the beast opts to go for the woman, who now crawls on the floor. "Huh, she's pretty fragile, huh?" The German man comments, "I would help, but truth be told, this bitch doesn't deserve it. Oh well, there's always next time."

Maverick balls his fists as the bear raises its paw above Jeanne, the woman's effort to crawl away fruitless. The young man then roars, drawing the animal's attention, and as Jeanne stares, he rushes the animal, only to stop.

Luckily, he stopped out of its clawing range, preventing the sharp bones from reaching him. Then, as the animal watches, he curses. "Fuck…" He then smiles at Jeanne. "Hei, I know it sucks, but maybe fight for your Master? Suppose you can quit if you can't stand it, but you know, live. For me." The animal then jumps.

"No!" Jeanne shouts as Maverick's eyes close.

…

Heat. Very extreme heat. Something within expectation when one gets mauled by a bear. Just… it does hurt, but not as much as expected? Hearing the bear growl, Maverick opens his eyes, and pain on the back of his right hand draws his attention. There, he sees a black colored sigil resembling a Western dragon.

Meanwhile, in front of him, black flames cover the bear. "Argh!" Jeanne shouts, and hearing a voice coming from behind, Maverick turns around to see a wall of black German man and his followers are nowhere to be found, and from the lack of their screams, Maverick assumes they are behind the inferno.

He then turns back to Jeanne, who glares while walking up to him. After she gets close, she grabs him by the wrist and studies the back of his hand. "Huh." She says after looking at the sigil, before letting go of the young man and turning to the burning bear.

"All right, you shitty animal. Time for payback." She proceeds to throw her Chinese sword at the animal, which slices past the animal's hide and lodges into its flesh. As blood exits it, the beast whimpers and turns around, and Jeanne roars.

"You ain't getting away!" After the shout, her signature black fire erupts out of the thrown weapon, trapping the beast, and she proceeds to chant, speaking possibly French.

"Go where you want, die where you must." As she speaks, black flames burn around her, and she then draws her third sword. After which, she continues her chant, still not speaking English. "The black dragon of flames rests in my blades, and I shall wield it to break all bonds."

Her voice seems to feed the fires around her, forcing Maverick to back off, before she roars, speaking English again.

"Now fucking die!"

She runs at the burning bear, prepping for a heavy slash as she gets close. Then, upon getting close, she roars again. "Völkermord Feuerdrache!" Her blades cut the animal, and the flames that consume it grow. The inferno rises into the air, forming an immolating black Western dragon.

In the end, none of the flames remain, nor does the animal they trapped. The purple void, as if responding to the animal's departure, too vanishes, and Maverick lets out a grunt before falling to the floor.

…

"J… Ja…" Maverick tries to call the saint as she glares at him, before she lets out a sigh and looks away. "Jetz," She says, looking into the distance while smiling maliciously, "what should we do now, 'meister'?" "How?!" While the possibly German man is out of his sight, Maverick hears his cry, once again in a foreign tongue.

The unnamed man then speaks again, and while Maverick makes nothing out, he hears the word berserker. After the man speaks, Jeanne continues, her words drenched in sass. "You know, I am kind of a vengeful miststuck. Should I pay you back?"

The man once again shouts in the unknown tongue, and after he falls silent, the sounds of footsteps sound.

Jeanne's attention then turns back to Maverick, with her glaring at him. "All right. Get up." "I…" "Oh, you gotta be kidding me." While unable to make out Jeanne's expression, her feeling towards the matter is more than apparent in her tone.

And so, with the Servant carrying him, the Master does his best to lead them back to his house.

…

In the distance, two men watch Maverick and Jeanne go. One of them is a golden-haired man wearing golden colored suit and pants, the shirt underneath dark blue in color. "Are you certain they are the key?" The man in gold asks, and a man with an orange ponytail, sporting a white coat over a red shirt, answers him.

"The prophecies say the key to this will be somewhere here." "But still, Joan of Arc, huh?" A third man says, words spoken with an all too familiar accent. Seemingly a hologram, the third man is a Caucasian with long white hair, the robes he wears also white.

"She and a certain someone are quite comparable huh?" The coat wearing man asks, "Doubly so when we not consider not only your countries' history, but also the two's own." "Indeed, there could be something special between little Joan and Ar-" "Do not remind me of her. Not right now." The golden haired man interjects.

"All right~" The white haired man says, "Now, I must take my leave, and oh, I suppose you gentlemen can handle the matter." With the third man gone, a mutated bear appears behind the remaining two men.

"Perhaps Your Majesty would like to take this?" The coat wearing man asks, but the king shakes his head. "Very well." Coat man replies, and a magic circle appears behind him.

The beast proceeds to turn, before it drops to the floor and vanishes.

…

The crowd watches as she is led. Tied up and dressed in nothing but a plain robe, her already short hair shaved till the scalp below can be seen. "Heretics! All of them! Damned idiots who know only stupidity!" The girl thinks to herself. Then, as if compelled by instinct, she asks the crowd for a cross.

A request she herself thinks is foolish, but her innate compulsions are beyond powerful. She is given one, and she holds it tight. Then, Medieval English soldiers, dressed in armor, bind her to a wooden pillar. The chains press on her flesh, anger burning in her heart as it does, and the wood in her hand does not quell the fire.

And soon, her anger is not the only thing that burns…

Her eyes widen as it approaches. No! Save me! She tries to cry, but her tongue is held, and her gaze is focused on the idiotic piece of wood she holds close to her. Soon…

She cries. For help. For an end. To be saved. By the Lord. By the people. By the men who fought alongside her. By her king and his people. None came. None save her from the pain that burns her. Along the flame that consumes her, another fire burns within, stoked by the sight of the crowd's joy at her fate.

She swears justice on them, a promise that the fire does not kill. Justice. Vengeance. Death. That was all she had left, but something else lives. Something else burns…

"Fuck!" Maverick shouts as he gets up, with him proceeding to massage his chest. Despite the cold winter night, he is drenched from top to bottom, and after he gets up to wipe himself dry, he turns around.

Jeanne lies next to where he lied, her back facing him. They had gone to sleep after their return, and decided to talk further the following day. Not wanting to disrupt the young woman, the young man navigates the dark to get what he needs for a shower.

Unbeknownst to him, as he tries his best to remain silent, the woman's eyes are open. She turns to the door he had left through, before her back faces it again. Looking away from where her Master left, the young woman balls her fists tight.

…

"Holy Grail War?" Maverick stares at Jeanne, heart racing for more than one reason. As soon as they woke up, she explained to him about the Holy Grail War. About mages, Masters, about Servants and their Classes, and about the Grail.

Also, the Servant has requested to be called by her Class, Berserker, while in public. Meanwhile, the two have also come to the conclusion that Maverick has no connection to magic, having discussed the pattern on his hand, his Command Seal.

"How the fuck did you even end up forming a contract with me?" Jeanne asks while glaring, her arms crossed as she looks away for her Master. "Well…" The Master says while scratching his cheek. "I… uh… just wanted to save you." "Save me?!" Jeanne shouts, startling Maverick.

"Well," She continues, still looking away as she does, "I suppose my former meister was a son of a bitch. At least I don't have to listen to that arschloch anymore." Despite her displeasure, Maverick continues to stare, before he turns around and grabs his phone.

"Right." Jeanne says as Maverick gets up, "So, I know you are basically useless, but we really should do something." After she speaks, he continues to look away, frowning as he does. At the scene, her gaze too moves, with her then scratching her cheek.

"You said it yourself. I am useless." Maverick breaks the silence, before he turns over and smiles at her, "Listen. The Grail sounds nice, but…" He sighs, "I will take a shower first. You can just follow me out later. We will figure it all out."

After he leaves the room, she continues to glare as she sits on the bed. Him, on the other hand, as he takes a shower, sighs before smiling.