'Am I really going to lead in battle again... just like I did in France?'

Jeanne's mind echoes with thoughts as she materializes in the bright, glowing space of Chaldea, the walls radiating warmth and light around her. She takes a moment to absorb the modern and unfamiliar surroundings. When her eyes meet yours, a soft smile spreads across her face, bringing a spark of life to her expression. Gripping her holy flag in her right hand, she feels a surge of purpose.

"Servant Ruler, Jeanne d'Arc.”

She says, her voice light and dignified.

“I’m really glad to meet you!”