This outfit... unexpectedly... it's Jeanne d'Arc!
Arthur was visibly shocked. He had always known a Heroic Spirit would appear, and he was tasked with either subduing or resolving the situation. But to think—it would be Jeanne d'Arc!
"Excuse me, can you please move aside?"
Jeanne looked at the two young men blocking her way. Both were strikingly handsome, but there was something… dangerous about them. (Arthur himself had the Heroic Spirit system veiled, and as for King Gilgamesh, do you really think he'd walk around without his own secrets?)
Still, Jeanne, unable to see through their disguises, was polite but clearly anxious.
Just moments ago, she had found an elderly woman suffering a heart attack on the street. Out of pure kindness, Jeanne immediately decided to carry the woman to the nearest hospital. But now these two stood in her way. She had tried hailing a taxi earlier, but with no money, the drivers had coldly refused. (No offense.)
Jeanne glanced back at the old woman she was helping and grew more flustered.
"Hello, do you need assistance?" Arthur asked.
"Can you help me?" Jeanne responded, almost instinctively.
"Of course," he nodded.
"Thank you," Jeanne smiled, visibly relieved. There are still good people in this world, she thought.
As for Gilgamesh, she was just dragged along. Arthur had pulled her over, and the King of Heroes was still a bit peeved that this Heroic Spirit—Jeanne—didn't recognize her immediately.
Eventually, all four took a cab. Willingly or not? That's debatable. Gilgamesh had flipped an ancient gold coin, and the driver sped off like his life depended on it.
Upon reaching the hospital, however, another issue emerged: the hospital didn't accept gold. The receptionist looked at the gleaming coin and frowned. Gilgamesh, of course, distanced herself from the matter instantly.
"You save the patient first and keep this gold as a deposit. Is that alright?" Arthur negotiated.
"Hmm..." After a pause, the staff agreed.
Once outside, Jeanne turned to Arthur curiously, "But how do we get real money quickly?"
"Don't worry. I've got an idea," Arthur replied, glancing at the coin in his hand. Find a gold exchange? But where?
Suddenly, his eyes lit up—a lottery booth stood right across the street.
"Let's buy some lottery tickets!"
"Lottery tickets?" Jeanne tilted her head.
Arthur led the trio inside. He handed over his last bit of change—1,000 yen—and bought three scratch cards. It's the fastest way to get liquid cash. (Let's not question the logic.)
"Will this work?" Jeanne asked skeptically.
"Of course. We've got incredible luck." After all, Heroic Spirits usually do have good fortune. Well... unless you're a certain Lancer.
Arthur scratched the first card. "10,000 yen. Not bad... but meh." He muttered. Some people are just ungrateful, huh?
Then he glanced at Jeanne's stat screen:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: A
Mana: A
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: A++
Not bad at all, he thought. Jeanne quietly prayed as she scratched her ticket—whether it was divine blessing or luck, who could say?
"50,000 yen," she muttered.
Arthur patted her on the back. "Don't worry. My friend here is ridiculously overpowered when it comes to luck."
"Really?" Jeanne looked curious.
"Yeah. If luck was graded, he's at least an A. And for lotteries? Definitely EX."
He didn't mean much by it, but Jeanne blinked in shock. "Wait... even ordinary people nowadays know about Heroic Spirit rank classifications?"
Poor Jeanne... completely tricked by Arthur's casual lie.
Gilgamesh scoffed. "Lottery? How pathetic." Still, she scratched her ticket.
"...1 million yen."
She tossed the card aside, smirking. Golden Rule, remember? The world bends to her wealth.
In the end, they walked out with a total of 3 million yen.
"You guys are amazing!" Jeanne exclaimed.
"That's mostly thanks to my friend," Arthur smiled.
"Ugh, such a waste of time," Gilgamesh muttered, completely unimpressed.
"You two have a great relationship," Jeanne said cheerfully.
"Relationship? Good? As if!" both Arthur and Gilgamesh snapped in unison—then immediately looked away in embarrassment.
Jeanne chuckled. "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Jeanne d'Arc."
"Tch. I am King Gilgamesh. Remember that name!" the King of Heroes declared arrogantly.
Arthur extended a hand. "Arthur Pendragon. A pleasure."
"Arthur… Gilgamesh..." Jeanne mumbled.
With everything that had happened, it suddenly clicked—these two were Heroic Spirits!
Jeanne instantly took a combat stance, instincts kicking in.
"Relax," Arthur said calmly. "If we wanted to fight, you wouldn't stand a chance."
"Tch. Trash," Gilgamesh added as Gate of Babylon flared open behind her, dozens of Noble Phantasms emerging.
Jeanne was stunned. Each weapon radiated power—genuine treasures. So this was the power of the oldest king?
Gilgamesh prepared to unleash her arsenal when Arthur held her back.
"Jeanne, why are you here?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. My thoughts tell me... I must defeat you to return to Valhalla."
"That's it?" Arthur frowned.
"That's all I know."
Arthur asked, "But why do you want to return?"
"...I'm not sure," she replied honestly. She, too, felt the strangeness of her mission. Most Heroic Spirits would never want to go back. So why was she given this strange command?
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Elsewhere, in the void of the Type-Moon world...
Two mysterious little girl-like figures sat in a floating space.
"Oops. Looks like we made a mistake."
"It's fine. We sent him to power up anyway."
"What about Jeanne?"
"Eh, let him deal with her."
"Next time, give clearer instructions!"
"Yeah yeah, I got it!"
Unaware she had been set up, Jeanne was still pondering her presence in the world.
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Back with the group, Arthur saw the doubt in her eyes.
"If that's the case... how about joining us?"
"Join you?" Jeanne blinked.
"Yes," Arthur nodded. "You don't have a specific place to go yet, do you? Come with us."
"I…" Jeanne hesitated. "I'm sorry. I feel like I still have things to do in this world. I can't leave just yet."
She turned and walked away decisively. That's Jeanne—resolute and unwavering.
Gilgamesh clicked his tongue. "She's gone. You're too soft."
Arthur sighed, watching her disappear into the distance. "She said she had something to do... Could it be... the Marshal?!"
Realization dawned on him, but by then, she was already gone.
"...We'll meet again," Arthur said to himself.
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