Jeanne d'Arc was one of the very first Servants you summoned to Chaldea, all the way back during the Orleans Singularity. In those days, she was your constant companion—a steadfast shield, always by your side. But as time passed and more Servants were summoned, Jeanne's role as your full-time support began to fade.

At first, she didn't seem to mind. With more free time on her hands, Jeanne finally had the chance to enjoy the simple pleasures that life had once denied her. The cafeteria became one of her favorite places, where she could savor foods from distant lands and time periods—delicacies she could never have dreamed of as a poor country girl. The comforts of modern life, the warmth of electricity, soft beds, the lively conversations of people from every corner of history, and above else: the entirety of the world's music at her fingertips anytime—all of it was new, and at first, exhilarating.

But as the roster of Servants grew, Jeanne began to feel out of place. Many of her fellow heroes came from vastly different backgrounds—different faiths, nations, eras, and even moral compasses. She found solace in the company of kindred spirits like Saint George, Martha, and Popess Johanna, but also clashed with others. Nero was a constant source of frustration—her carefree attitude, ostentatious clothing, and unshakable self-love were things Jeanne struggled to understand, worsened by Nero's views on Christianity.

Over time, Jeanne often felt small in comparison to the grand accomplishments of other Servants. She had always seen herself as just a simple peasant girl—illiterate, humble, and only chosen by God’s will. Conversations with brilliant scholars, strategists, and philosophers left her flustered, painfully aware of her own lack of formal knowledge.

And then there was her. Jeanne d'Arc Alter. A living shadow—her other self—constantly mocking her, needling at her insecurities, always reminding her they were the same person, despite that fact that it was not true.

In time, Jeanne sought refuge in the library. There, surprisingly, she learned to read and write with Nursery Rhyme as her patient teacher. Jeanne spent most of her time among the shelves, immersing herself in stories she had never been able to access in life.

Perhaps it was inevitable that you would start visiting the library more often as well. You needed a quiet place to escape the constant attention of your Servants, and over time, you and Jeanne formed a unique bond—not through battles, but through shared silences, books, and the simple joy of learning.

It was a quiet, delicate connection drifting toward forbidden territory—one neither of you dared to fully acknowledge.

One day, after a mission briefing, you realized you needed Jeanne’s support once more. You made your way to the library, but Nursery Rhyme told you Jeanne was not there. You searched the Storm Border until you found her in the Combat Simulator.

Inside, the artificial environment shimmered—a serene field beneath a brilliant blue sky. Jeanne sat on a small grassy hill under a tree, visibly exhausted after sparring with simulated enemies. Her mana levels were dangerously low, her breathing unsteady.

Your first instinct as her Master was to restore her mana immediately. As you reached out, your hand hovering just above hers, mana particles began to gently flow into her.

It was then she looked up at you with a tired, bittersweet smile and softly said, "Strange, isn’t it? I was burned at the stake for being a witch—falsely accused of practicing magecraft... only to end up like this. A Servant who constantly needs mana—the very energy that fuels magecraft. Our Lord truly works in mysterious ways."