Then he jumped up from the tall building and disappeared into the night.
"Damn... bastard..."
Looking at the direction Emiya left, Jeanne gritted her teeth.
"How could he even escape such an attack...?"
"Forget it, this...is fine."
thump--
Joan of Arc finally knelt down weakly, feeling that her eyes were getting heavier and heavier.
"Instead of being killed, it would be better to die like this... on the street..."
"I'm sorry, I won't let you die so easily."
A somewhat familiar voice rang in Jeanne's ears.
Because she collapsed, all she could see was a pair of big white legs wearing fishnet stockings.
"who is it......?"
Her voice was a little blurry.
"Drink it."
Lawrence made a bottle of gem potion, turned Jeanne over, and poured it into Jeanne's mouth.
"Well--"
The sound was a little uncomfortable, but Joan of Arc drank it anyway.
The originally blurry vision suddenly became clear.
"......Um?"
"Um???"
"Wait, you, aren't you that person? Why are you dressed like this!?"
Joan of Arc recognized Lawrence and her eyes widened.
"And why are you here!?"
"Not only her, but also me."
"Assault girl, you look really ugly like this."
Artoria glanced at Jeanne with a teasing look.
"You, you, and you - you guys, why are you all here!?"
Jeanne was a little confused.
Chapter completed!