Tactics, pure Jeanne Alter.
She trembled and glared at me, then shouted at me.
"I don't even know what pregnancy is, and it doesn't matter how a child is born! War, it's war! Got it!? This is war! That kind of stuff doesn't matter at all!"
"That's true... We've ended up back at that point. I tried to avoid it because the fight was too easy..."
"Too, too easy!? Are you mocking me!?"
Perhaps her pride was hurt, Jeanne Alter shouted at me even though she already knew the difference in power. Martha Alter tried to calm her down from the side, but...
"Shut up! We have to fight anyway! If so, we should do it now! I even lost Fafnir, I can't stand this humiliation! I'd rather burn to death again than endure this!"
Her blood has completely rushed to her head...
"Oh my~ Where is this country girl shouting from? How vulgar..."
"What, what did you say!?"
"I wondered where that country girl smell was coming from... It's from you, isn't it?"
Jeanne Alter, who has turned into a mouth-fighter. It seems Jeanne didn't pass the baton for nothing.
"Certainly, more than the smell, her appearance gives that impression."
"What are you talking about!?"
Camilla's remark, unable to stand it. Jeanne Alter flares up at her words. As expected of Jeanne, she's cute.
"... Am I usually like that?"
"Yes."
"... I need to take better care of myself."
Jeanne Alter, reflecting on herself while looking at Jeanne Alter. Well, she probably won't change...
"Anyway, you've insulted me! I'll show you the results in melee combat, even if not in firepower!"
"Berserker, isn't that called a new method of suicide these days?"
"Yes, exactly."
We're strong in melee too...
"Shut up!!! Show me! My Servant!"
Although half their reason has melted due to Mad Enhancement, they are Heroic Spirits. Since they had already judged the difference in power, they were reluctant to fight, but one by one, they sighed and picked up their weapons. Soon after, Camilla swung her staff, and a blood slash flew out, which I cut down with my hand to protect Olga Marie.
"Sigh... To use the virgin blood I collected like this..."
Was that blood she collected herself... If it's blood she collected by sucking, it's a power she can manipulate freely. Well, Camilla is a vampire due to her legend. The future of Bathory in Rome, and the most famous Countess of Blood.
A puddle of blood appeared at her feet, and a drop of blood falling from Camilla's fingertips created small ripples in the puddle. Then, the blood moved and formed into blades that flew at us.
"How trivial~"
Sizzle...!
Since blood is a liquid, it's ultimately Illyasviel's advantage. Camilla has virtually no melee ability regardless of her own parameters, so it's meaningless.
Clang!!!
"Ugh..."
"... That sword or you, knight, are insufficient to touch me."
Chevalier d'Eon's sword, with Strength A and Agility B, stabbed at Artoria but couldn't leave a single wound. Not even her armor, let alone the skin of a dragon god, was scratched. A knight and spy boasting the best swordsmanship in 18th-19th century Europe... but the limit is clear. For a modern-era Heroic Spirit, defeating a god is nearly impossible.
"Indeed, Dracula. But how dull. To challenge me in the form of a mere human, not even a vampire, only lacking. How foolish."
Vlad III doesn't have high combat ability himself and relies heavily on Noble Phantasms and skills... but here, without his own territory, he's merely a weak Heroic Spirit. He's subdued by Nero, not even needing to beastify.
The only decent opponent here is...
Crash!!!
"Kuh...!"
"As expected, only her."
Martha, who has Alter-ed as a vessel for a demonic god. Her fist, having discarded her staff early, is at a level that can send even Jeanne Alter flying with one blow. Catching Jeanne Alter as she was sent flying back, I delivered a spinning kick to Martha Alter who charged after her.
Thud...
She's going to catch this?
Since she tried to twist my ankle, and with the strength of a demonic god-level, it might be possible, so I jumped while rotating my body in the direction of the twist. At the same time, I kicked Martha Alter's temple with my other heel... but Martha Alter released my ankle and struck it down with her elbow.
As expected, not ordinary. That demonic god thing chose a very suitable body.
"Abababa..."
"Ah, sorry Jeanne."
Jeanne Alter, whom I was holding while spinning quickly, was dizzy and staggering, so I set her down. At the same time, Martha Alter threw a punch at me. Is this, vibration fist? The moment her fist touched my arm guarding, an impact occurred. I endured it by supporting the ground with my leg. It's at least lower divine spirit-level strength. This seems like it could be fun to fight...?
Bam bam bam!!!
Soon, her fists pounded on me. Fast, and gradually getting stronger. It's not that speed adds strength... she's physically becoming stronger. Is this the demonic god of growth? Her spiritual energy, that of a normal Heroic Spirit, is increasingly strengthening. Are her parameters rising? As a Rider, her Strength is only D, but as a Ruler, it's B or above. It's at least Ruler-level Strength.
Soon, a blood slash flew at me, and while avoiding Illyasviel, Camilla ran towards us to support Martha Alter. Illyasviel is dealing with Jeanne Alter, I guess. But even so, the flames are frozen by Illyasviel.
"I, I'll help youuuu~!"
"No, just rest and──"
Soon, Jeanne Alter staggered up, still dizzy and stumbling, swung her flag. The problem is...
Whoosh!!!
"Kuh!"
"Ugh!?"
The flag swing with Agility A speed, nearly sonic speed, and Strength A rank, simultaneously struck Martha Alter's face and the back of my head, sending us flying. Martha fell backward, and I also tumbled forward...
"Kyaak!?"
"Ugh!"
Colliding with Camilla who was running towards me, we fell. Ouch, my head...
But, something soft in my hand... is this, a breast...?
Oh my... This is a lucky accident...
"What, what are you doing, you pervert!!!"
Hmph~!
Camilla, whose breast I grabbed, shouted at me with a reddened face and swung her staff. It didn't hurt even if it hit, and I released my hand and stood up.
"Ahem, ahem... I'm sorry about this. Even if you're an enemy, ahem ahem... I apologize."
"Ugh, uh...!"
She stood up, covering her breast with her arm, moaned, and tightly closed her eyes. Hmm, I instinctively grabbed it like when massaging my wives' breasts... I ended up doing it like when I massage them. A massage that helps with shoulder pain from large breasts.
Soon, she glared at me with a blushing face. She was slightly bending her waist. Could it be, she's wet──
Bang...!!!
"My lord... Did you just touch another woman's breast...?"
"Fergus... Are you taking another woman while we're here...?"
"And, not even a fellow wife..."
Hmm... This is, have I made them angry?
"What, what is this... What did you dooo~? I'm still dizzy..."
Excluding Jeanne Alter, Nero, Artoria, and Olga Marie looked at me with angry expressions. This is a crisis in another sense.
In times like this, there's the best way to cool their anger. I quickly ran to them and kissed each one in turn.
"Cheating? I'm not Setanta, so that's impossible, right? Right?"
"Trying to avoid it like this... I'll trust you because you're my lord."
"Logically, irrefutable..."
"Kissing in front of everyone, as if showing off... This might be good..."
"Berserker... How sly..."
"Ahem... This is the best choice, Illyasviel."
Illyasviel whistled while looking at me with a grin, and I cleared my throat to smooth things over. Jeanne Alter is... still dizzy. She's too weak to dizziness. No, did I spin too hard...?
"You, kissing during battle...!? Are you ignoring me!?"
"... Do you perhaps want him to do it to you too?"
"That's impossible!?"
Jeanne Alter flared up angrily at my words.
"Kiss...? I, I want one too!"
Jeanne Alter, still staggering, half-heard and ran towards me... the problem is she jumped at me like a missile. And onto my back.
"Kuh!"
My, my spine...!
Thud!
With intense pain in my waist, I was flung forward and fell. My, my back... It'll heal quickly, but to have my back injured by my wife like this...
But this... feels like déjà vu.
"Ah..."
"Ugh, ugh... Ugh...!"
Whoosh!!!!
Jeanne Alter's pillar of fire soared and burned me. Hmm, warm...
"What are you doing!? Sexual harassment one after another!"
"No, this is an act of God──"
Soon, d'Eon ran towards me. My wives were still dazed, Jeanne Alter was physically dazed, and Illyasviel was watching with an amused look, laughing. No, before that, my body's reflexes reacted first.
Bam!!!
"Puh...!"
My body reacted, delivering a gut punch to d'Eon who charged with killing intent. d'Eon fell, spitting out saliva. Somehow... since it's an androgynous pretty boy/girl, I feel like I've become the bad guy... no, they're an enemy... I feel like I've become trash.
"Just, you wait!!!"
And Jeanne Alter escaped using the Holy Grail's power. Hmm... In this case, am I the bad one? No, it's because of Jeanne Alter...
"Ow... What, where did everyone go?"
"The MVP this time is you and me."
"Huh? Huh... Is that, good?"
"Probably."
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"Damn it, what's with that man..."
Jeanne Alter returned to the castle using the Holy Grail's power. She returned with her Servants and decided to rest.
"Are you okay?"
"... Huh? What, what is it?"
"Earlier, that... you were sexually harassed... Are you okay?"
"Ah, that..."
She went to Camilla to ask if she was okay...
"So, when are you going next?"
"Hmm? Well... depending on the situation? Why."
"No, I want to see him again... What's his name?"
"Huh? True Name... Fergus mac Róich? Dundee... What's with that reaction."
"Fergus... I see..."
Camilla on the terrace, leaning on the railing with one hand under her chin, gazing blankly at the sky.
"He was such a handsome pretty boy... They say the women beside him are his wives... I can understand."
"What, what are you saying!?"
"When my breast was touched, at first I was flustered and angry... but it felt quite good... Rather, it felt good. I want to see him again..."
"......"
Hearing Camilla's words, Jeanne Alter thought she must be crazy and left the room. She asked after Martha Alter and Vlad III, and finally went to d'Eon's room, who had tried to save her but was brutally gut-punched.
"Are you okay──"
"Ha... ha..."
"I feel like... I've opened my eyes to something new...♡"
"........"
Witnessing this culturally shocking scene, Jeanne Alter quietly closed the door, leaving d'Eon behind, who was twisting her body and touching her stomach while looking in the mirror, and moved far away from the room.
"What did that man do to change them so much... What's so good about such a sly man..."
Jeanne Alter recalled Fergus from before.
She thought of the pretty boy with blue hair, slightly shorter than her and seeming frail, with his stomach exposed. Despite his small build, he showed immense power.
His handsome face and youthful voice. And every action he showed. Jeanne Alter walked the corridor while recalling them.
"Oh, Jeanne. You're back! I couldn't come meet you because I was working. But, Jeanne. What are you thinking about so deeply?"
"... No, it's nothing."
"Huh? But for nothing, your face is red... Are you feeling unwell!?"
"I said... it's not that..."
"J, Jeanne...?"
"Enough! I'm going to my room to rest."
She blushed while thinking of Fergus and passed Gilles de Rais with her pounding chest behind her, entering her room.
"... Jeanne. That expression just now... How dare some commoner try to defile Jeanne...! How dare they try to corrupt my Jeanne...!"
Seeing her expression, Gilles de Rais became extremely angry. Soon, he decided to follow her on her next sortie and deal with that man... Of course, that was practically an impossible story.