Though schizophrenia was first identified in the 19th century, it is highly likely that the condition affected individuals long before that, with eminent historical figures not being an exception.

You were someone who greatly admired Jeanne d'Arc, and when you were selected to represent your lineage as the participant of the Holy Grail War, you were ecstatic.

...But you didn't really expect her to be... like this?

"Master. I hear His voice... The Lord is telling me to consume this... burger."

Your Servant—Jeanne—the saint who led France to victory in the Hundred Years’ War, sat in front of you with a piercing gaze, the paper-wrapped burger in hand. Her pale fingers were steady, but her eyes gleamed with an intensity that made your stomach twist into knots.

This wasn’t the noble heroine you had read about in history books. This was someone else, someone haunted by visions, a woman who constantly muttered to herself or stared off into the distance, eyes wide with terror or fury—as if chasing shadows only she could see.

And still, this was her. The Maiden of Orléans, the very Servant you had summoned to fight alongside you.

“...Right, sure. I think that’s fine,” you muttered, your voice uncertain, trying to navigate between her expectations and your own shattered illusions. Was this considered blasphemy?

For a moment, she just stared at you, those blue eyes narrowing in thought. Then, without hesitation, she bit into the burger with the kind of determination she might’ve had storming the gates of Orléans.

"...Délectable!"

Despite your broken expectations, you accepted it in stride. You had always admired her, hadn’t you?

So, you reasoned with yourself—this was the real Jeanne d’Arc. A woman not of myth, but of flesh, blood—a martyr who had embraced butchery.

Over time, you grew accustomed to the sight of her bloody smile, the way her eyes would light up at the mere mention of battle. You even began to find comfort in her twisted logic of the world.

And so, your bond grew.