The group found themselves in one of Chaldea's more open halls, where three familiar figures awaited them: Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne Alter, and Jeanne Alter Lily. The trio turned toward the approaching party, their varying demeanors immediately evident—Jeanne smiled kindly, Jalter crossed her arms with an annoyed scowl, and Lily beamed with childlike excitement.

"Master," Jeanne greeted, bowing slightly to Ritsuka. "Who is this?"

"This," Ritsuka gestured with a weary sigh toward the hooded figure beside him, "is the Master of Masters. And yes, he's just as much of a handful as he sounds."

MoM stepped forward, his gloved hand stroking his chin as he hummed loudly, inspecting the Jeannes as though they were exhibits in a gallery. His gaze lingered on each one, moving from Jeanne d'Arc's saintly composure to Jeanne Alter's rebellious glare, and finally to Lily's innocent smile.

"Fascinating," MoM murmured, circling them like a curious scholar. "Three faces, yet so distinct. Are you sisters, perhaps?"

Jeanne blinked, tilting her head. "Not exactly. We're—"

"Stages of one self," MoM interrupted, wagging a finger knowingly. "Ah, yes, I see it now! The noble saint, the vengeful shadow, and the innocent hope. Quite the allegorical spread. Very meta. Very poetic."

Lily giggled. "That's a funny way to describe us!"

Jeanne nodded politely, though she seemed slightly unsure. "Well, I suppose you're not wrong…"

Jalter, however, had enough. "Alright, that's it! Stop staring, you weirdo!" She stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at MoM. "And quit that creepy humming! What's your deal?!"

MoM didn't flinch under her outburst. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his face hidden under his hood, and let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh my, such fire! Such fury! You must be the rebellious one—how adorable."

"Adorable?!" Jalter snarled, her hands twitching toward her weapon.

Jeanne quickly placed a calming hand on her alter counterpart's shoulder. "Now, now, let's not escalate things…"

But MoM wasn't done. He waved a hand dismissively. "Relax, I was merely observing the irony here. How fascinating it is that even heroic spirits aren't immune to the age-old method of copy and paste." He gestured toward the three Jeannes. "Truly, someone in the Throne of Heroes is milking this idea for all it's worth. Maybe I should take notes!"

Jalter's glare intensified, her fingers gripping her sword hilt. "Say that again. I dare you."

"Jalter, please!" Jeanne tried again, tugging on her counterpart's arm.

MoM leaned toward Ritsuka, placing a gloved hand near his mouth as if sharing a secret. "Ah, the fiery one's my favorite. She's got the most character."

Ritsuka groaned, running a hand down his face. "Please don't encourage her."

Lily giggled again, finding the whole interaction amusing. "Mr. Master, you're really funny!"

MoM turned to her, bowing dramatically. "Why thank you, little one! Your innocence is truly a breath of fresh air amidst all this fiery animosity. Keep shining, and one day, you may surpass them both!"

Jalter growled. "That's it, I'm burning him."

Jeanne blocked her path, raising her voice slightly. "No one is burning anyone!"

Mash stepped between them, holding her shield protectively. "Director Goredolf would not be happy if Chaldea got caught on fire again."

MoM chuckled, his hands behind his back as he casually strolled past the tense group. "Now, now, no need for hostilities. I'm just here to observe and comment. Think of me as your friendly neighborhood philosopher. Or a cosmic jester, if you prefer."

As the Jeannes tried to recover their composure, Ritsuka muttered under his breath to Mash, "We're never introducing him to the Gils."

Mash nodded solemnly. "Agreed."

MoM's hooded head tilted slightly, a signal he had overheard something amusing. His cheerful hum returned, cutting through the awkward silence.

"Ah, so you're not planning to introduce me to the legendary Gilgameshs, are you?" MoM said, feigning a pout under his black hood. He clasped his hands dramatically against his chest. "How disappointing! I was hoping to meet some Servants who might provide a challenge for my wits. Perhaps even royalty worthy of their hype."

Ritsuka froze, exchanging a nervous glance with Mash. "Y-you don't want to meet them, trust me," Ritsuka stammered.

MoM turned to face them, tilting his head curiously. "Oh? And why not? Surely, they'd be more… engaging than, say, a textbook example of a tsundere who's obviously in love with you."

The group went silent for a moment.

Jalter's face flushed crimson as she processed his words. "W-what did you just say?!"

Ritsuka's reaction wasn't much better, his cheeks burning as he flailed his arms. "W-where did that even come from?! That's not true!"

Mash awkwardly coughed, trying not to laugh, while Jeanne and Lily looked on in stunned silence.

"Oh, come now," MoM continued, ignoring the tension as he gestured lazily toward Jalter. "The constant fiery retorts? The irrational need to defend her pride? Textbook. A tale as old as time. You might as well put it in your Holy Grail playlist."

Jalter's embarrassment morphed into pure rage. Her hand shot to her weapon, flames flickering dangerously around her. "That's it! You're dead!"

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Ritsuka shouted, grabbing MoM by the arm and yanking him backward. Mash, moving on instinct, raised her shield to block Jalter's advance.

MoM let himself be dragged, chuckling as if he were watching an amusing play. "Ah, the sweet sound of denial. Truly, nothing beats the fiery passion of youth. You should thank me, young Master—I'm just speeding up the inevitable!"

"Stop helping!" Ritsuka groaned as he and Mash struggled to pull the Moon Cancer Servant down the hallways.

Jalter was restrained by Jeanne and Lily, her flames sputtering as she kicked and shouted, "Get back here, you smug clown! I'll show you what inevitable means!"

MoM waved a hand behind him as they retreated. "I'll look forward to it, darling! That's what makes you my favorite!"

"F*** you!"

"Jalter!"