At noon the next day, the team that went out to find new followers finally came back.
But besides not seeing Mary's figure as expected, Kiyohime also fell into a coma.
The unconscious Kiyohime was placed in the iron maiden by Camilla. The other heroic spirits, Jeanne d'Arc, Camilla and another male heroic spirit she had never seen before, were all injured.
Lawrence quickly ran over and took the unconscious Qing Ji from Camilla's arms.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was very anxious: "What happened?"
Joan of Arc found a place to sit down and sighed: "We found this heroic spirit in a certain city in the southeast..."
Giorgios looked sad: "I'm sorry, it caused such consequences..."
"Master, Mary..." Jeanne asked cautiously.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent and nodded.
Jeanne closed her eyes sadly.
"In that city, we found Mr. Giorgios, but at that time, Mr. Giorgios was fighting the enemy's mad swordsman, Dion." Joan of Arc told.
"So that knight's name is Dion..." Giorgios sighed, "I'm no match for him. Just when I was about to lose, these guys and the queen came over
, saved me."
"...Mary chose to be queen, probably at that time..." There was a little tear in the corner of Joan of Arc's eyes, but she forcibly controlled it and did not shed it.
"...I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked sad.
The departure of a companion is always accompanied by a sad melody. At this moment, Mozart is still playing the piano on the top of the tower.
After a long silence, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked: "Then what happened to Kiyohime and your injuries?"
Joan of Arc shook her head: "On the way back, we met a group of flying dragons..."
"The number of that group of flying dragons is five to six hundred. Although we can deal with a single flying dragon, we can even handle ten flying dragons with ease." Giorgios covered his arm and spoke for two consecutive times.
The battle made his injuries more serious, "But... no matter how hard we try our best, we still can't deal with that kind of wyvern group."
"In the end, Miss Qingji freed her own Noble Phantasm, scared off a large number of flying dragons, and was seriously injured herself..."
Lawrence is using his healing magic to treat Qing Ji.
After a while, Qing Ji's injuries healed a lot.
"Master, can you come over now?" Lawrence shouted outside the castle.
Fujimaru Ritsuka came over: "Miss Lawrence, what's the matter?"
"I have taken care of Qingji's injury. The main problem now is that Miss Qingji's magic power has been basically exhausted and she needs to replenish her magic power."
"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and held Kiyohime's weak, boneless hand.
Physical contact between the Master and the Servant is an effective way to replenish magic power. Of course there are better ones, but I dare not write about them.
Matthew was helping Camilla, who was slightly injured, pour water.
Lawrence's magic power was quite sufficient. After treating Qingji, Lawrence quickly found Giorgios, who was the second most injured.
"Leave the treatment to me," Lawrence said with a smile, his hands glowing with magic.
Giorgios didn't shirk, he just nodded: "Please."
Lawrence continues to work his healing magic.
Qing Ji, Giorgios, Jeanne d'Arc, Camilla, heal them one by one.
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Lawrence." Matthew was rubbing Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulders.
"It's just that my arm is a little sore, I'm actually fine." Ritsuka said, but did not refuse Mashu's massage.
After such a day, both Lawrence and Fujimaru Ritsuka were very tired, but Lawrence was still a little more tired.
Simonetta, who had woken up long ago, was dozing off against her.
Simonetta's brain is not bright, she doesn't need to think too much, as long as she can fight.
Everyone went to bed, and Fujimaru Ritsuka decided not to go out again, but to recharge her batteries in the castle for the time being.
Wait until the status of all servants has been restored.
At that time, it was time to march into Orleans.
...
Similar to the reaction of the Chaldean side, all the servant units in Orleans where Black Jeanne was located also returned to the castle of Orleans in tacit agreement.
Sanson sat on the battlements of the city wall with a disgusted look on his face.
"He was not killed by me...but he willingly took the throne for those unimportant bastards, and then died in the hands of that pretentious knight..."
His eyes were red, like a violent beast: "Mary...Mary! You must die in my hands! Why! Why! What! What!"
"..." After a brief silence, Sansong exhaled, "Then, let me see who those bastards you are trying to protect are..."
"However, since it was you, even if you didn't die in my hands, your death would still be extremely beautiful and gorgeous..."
Black Joan sat on the main seat of the castle and asked Dion: "So the queen has withdrawn?"
Dion looked calm: "Yes."
"...If you die, just die." Black Joan faced the knight. She felt that Dion was a little different from his previous state, but she didn't care.
"Continue to look for my group of white people." Black Joan casually ordered, "Fafnir's second maintenance is almost completed. This time, we must..."
The beautiful knight didn't say a word, but there was deep sadness hidden in his eyes.
What could be worse and more painful than letting a knight kill his own queen?
A puppet without any knowledge or ego, you seem to be the master who controls the threads, but in fact...
I will be waiting by your side for the day when you destroy yourself...
...
Two days later, Qingji and Giorgios finally recovered.
Giorgios and Fujimaru Ritsuka signed a temporary contract. St. George, who understood the situation and felt guilty, knew what he should do.
Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at his followers.
Matthew, Laurence, Joan of Arc, Camilla, Martha, Elisabeth, Kiyoshi, Simonetta, Mozart, Giorgios.
"Mary..." Although Mozart kept saying that he had lost his passion for that woman, but now...
Mashu looked at Lawrence standing next to him, and then at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Senior, Miss Lawrence...I will definitely do my best!
Roman looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was not tall but extremely tall, and smiled involuntarily.
Li Xiang looked serious: "If there is more... I won't say more."
"What lies ahead is the decisive battle, the restoration of singularities, the correction of history..."
"Set off."
"Our goal is Orleans."
Everyone nodded.
Then, he took his own steps towards the battlefield of the decisive battle.