Now I want him

As Jalter was on her dragon flying, as she was blushing Gilles just looked at her

Gilles just looked at her. "Are you Jeane"

Jalter looked at him with her pupil turning into hearts. "I want him"

Vald who was on another dragon spoke. "Who is Him"

Carmilla then spoke. "Probably that master what was his name"

Jalter then spoke. "Ritsuka that what I heard other me calling him".

Jalter's gaze softened as she mentioned Ritsuka's name, her heart racing at the thought. "Ritsuka… he's different. I can feel something about him, something I've never felt before. Even though I'm… well, me—"

Gilles raised an eyebrow, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "Ah, so it's more than just a passing fancy then? The legendary Jeanne d'Arc, smitten by a master. This is deliciously ironic."

Vald chuckled, amused by the situation. "Careful, Jalter. You might end up in a knightly rivalry if you're not cautious. Who knows how your other self would react?"

Carmilla, her curiosity piqued, leaned closer, her eyes glinting mischievously. "And what do you plan to do about it? It seems your heart is tangled with both admiration and competition. Do you wish to claim him for yourself?"

Jalter blushed even deeper, the wind whipping through her hair as she tried to find the right words. "I don't know! I mean, I'm supposed to be the 'evil' version of Jeane, right? But Ritsuka makes me feel… different. I want to understand why."

Gilles leaned forward, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Then you must embrace it, my lady. If you desire this master, go after him! Just imagine the chaos we could unleash if you were to sway him to our side. He could become a powerful ally, and your feelings might just be the key to unraveling whatever dark plot awaits us."

Vald nodded, clearly intrigued. "But it could also lead to complications. What if your feelings cause you to hesitate in battle? Or worse, what if your other self tries to reclaim him for herself? You'll need to be prepared for anything."

Jalter clenched her fists, determination seeping into her voice. "I won't let that happen. If I have to confront my other self, I will. But first, I need to understand what Ritsuka is truly about. If he truly is someone worth fighting for, then I must learn more about him."

Carmilla smirked, her demeanor shifting slightly. "Then let's use this to our advantage. We'll observe Ritsuka and his companions, learn their strengths and weaknesses, and when the time comes, we can act."

As they flew through the sky, Jalter felt a new resolve forming within her. No matter the risks, she was determined to uncover the truth about her feelings and the power they held. The thought of Ritsuka ignited a fire in her heart, one she wouldn't easily extinguish.

The skies above were darkening, hinting at the approaching storm of conflict. But amidst the chaos, a new path was being forged—a path that could lead to redemption or further entanglement in the complex web of their fates. Jalter knew one thing for certain: her heart would guide her, no matter the consequences.

Jalter then spoke. "Another reason I want him is simple, it for the children of the house of flames, they already see me as there mother they need father, so for now on"

Jalter looked at the tree of them. "Your top priority if you see Ritsuka Fujimaru is kidnapped him and brining to my Castle.... In one Piece and live Or else".

The air around them crackled with Jalter's intense conviction. Gilles, Vald, and Carmilla exchanged glances, each processing her unexpected declaration.

Gilles, ever the provocateur, smirked. "So, it's not just about you, is it? You're aiming for a legacy now. How romantic! I do love a good tale of love and ambition."

Vald, still maintaining a playful demeanor, tilted his head. "But you do realize, Jalter, that if we're going to play the role of kidnapper, we need a plan. This Ritsuka must be a formidable master; we can't just swoop in and hope for the best."

Carmilla's expression shifted to one of intrigue. "A father figure for the children of the house of flames? That's quite the twist. Do you truly think he will accept that role? Or are you simply projecting your desires onto him?"

Jalter straightened up, her eyes shining with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I believe he will. He's kind, strong, and compassionate. I can feel it in my bones. The children deserve a family, and if I'm to protect them, then I need Ritsuka by my side. They see me as their mother, and I won't let them down."

The three servants nodded, sensing the gravity of Jalter's words.

"Very well," Gilles said, his playful tone now laced with seriousness. "But we'll need to be careful. Ritsuka's companions are not to be underestimated. They might come looking for him, and they will be strong."

Carmilla crossed her arms, her white hair fluttering in the wind. "We can't just kidnap him without a strategy. We need to isolate him, make sure he's away from his allies long enough to convince him."

Vald chimed in, "A distraction might be in order. Perhaps we could create chaos elsewhere to draw his companions away. With them occupied, we could swoop in and take him to your castle. Then, it's just a matter of charm, persuasion, and a touch of ruthlessness."

Jalter nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Yes! We can set a trap. I'll be the one to talk to him, to convince him that this is the right choice. He has to see that we can be a family. We will use the chaos to our advantage. Just think of the stories that will come from it!"

With a shared sense of purpose, the group began to formulate their plan. Jalter felt a rush of excitement and fear as she considered the consequences of her decision. But deep down, she knew she had to pursue this path. For the children and for herself.

"Remember," Jalter declared, her voice steady, "bring him to me unharmed. I will not tolerate failure. The future of the house of flames depends on it!"

As they soared through the sky on their dragons, the trio of servants began plotting their next moves, unaware of the storm brewing below. Ritsuka and his companions were oblivious to the impending ambush, caught up in their own struggles against the specters of the past. The threads of fate were weaving a complex tapestry, and soon enough, they would find themselves entangled in a battle far greater than any they had faced before.

Jalter then spoke as her eyes onece again turned to heart. "You will get him for, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want, Hahahhaahhahahahahahahahahhaahahahahhahahahahahahhaahhaha"

The other 3 servent stepped back, but how much of Yandere Jalter was being, Gilles was wondering what was in the Grail or what was in his mind when he created their Verison sod Jeane D Arc, it all went correct up to will what ever the hell is going on now.

The atmosphere around them shifted, growing heavy with the intensity of Jalter's obsession. Her laughter echoed ominously in the air, reverberating off the rocky landscape as the other servants exchanged uneasy glances.

Gilles, ever the tactician, raised an eyebrow, trying to assess the situation. "Well, it seems we have a problem, my dear friends. Yandere Jalter is in full swing, and I must admit, it's both entertaining and terrifying. Are we certain she can control this passion of hers?"

Vald chuckled nervously, attempting to lighten the mood. "Perhaps we should consider a backup plan in case she becomes too... enthusiastic. I doubt Ritsuka will take kindly to being treated like a prize."

Carmilla, who had been observing Jalter closely, finally spoke up. "What concerns me more is the instability. We need to be cautious, or we might find ourselves in the crossfire of her emotions. If Ritsuka somehow rejects her... well, it could lead to disaster."

Jalter, still in her blissful haze, didn't seem to hear them. "I want him! I want him! I want him!" she continued to chant, her voice echoing like a mantra. Her heart-shaped pupils glowed with fervor, reflecting a mixture of determination and an unsettling fixation. "I will have him, and no one will stand in my way! He will see me for who I truly am, and I will prove that I am the best choice for him!"

As her laughter faded into an eerie silence, Gilles took a cautious step forward. "Jalter, darling, remember that we are allies in this endeavor. We want the same thing, but we must tread carefully. We can't let this obsession blind us to strategy. Ritsuka is no ordinary master."

Jalter finally seemed to snap out of her daze, blinking as she looked at the trio before her. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just... the thought of him... I can't help it! It feels like my heart is on fire!"

Carmilla crossed her arms, her expression softening slightly. "We understand, but passion can cloud your judgment. If you want to win him over, you need a clear mind. And that starts with a well-thought-out plan. We can't let emotions dictate our actions."

Vald nodded in agreement. "We need to ensure our approach is clever and tactical. If we can present ourselves as allies first, it might make it easier to approach Ritsuka and sway him to your side."

Jalter took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "You're right. I must remain focused. We'll gather information, create a distraction, and lure him in. He will see that I am worthy of his affection, and I will not let my emotions jeopardize our goal."

With renewed determination, Jalter's eyes flickered back to their original state. The fervent flames of desire still burned brightly within her, but now they were tempered with a sense of purpose.

"Let's begin," she commanded, her voice firm and decisive. "We need to know where Ritsuka and his companions are headed. Let's gather our forces and prepare for the next step. The house of flames will rise, and Ritsuka will be part of it!"

As the group set off, the gravity of their mission weighed heavily on them. Jalter's obsession was now part of the plan, a dangerous but powerful motivation driving them forward. In the shadows, Ritsuka and his companions were oblivious to the chaos that was about to ensue, unaware that their paths were about to cross with the very person who sought to claim them as her own.

Meanwhile with Ritsuka, as he was with Morgana and Kama, Morgan and Kama were laying on his shoulder as Mash, was by his side as will and so was Morgan, as he felt a chilled

Marie looked at him. "Are you ok".

Ritsuka looked at them. "I don't know, but um I got a feeling of dread".

Mozart looked at and spoke. "It is probably noting, I mean what can happen"

Jeane then spoke. "Yeah what can exactly go wrong right now".

Ritsuka looked at Jeane. "Yeah probably, let's just go to sleep everyone".

As Ritsuka settled down, the weight of the day began to lift, but the feeling of dread lingered like a dark cloud overhead. He lay on the ground, surrounded by his companions, who were a mixture of exhaustion and camaraderie. The night air was cool, filled with the distant sounds of nature, but it did little to ease Ritsuka's unsettled mind.

Mash, sensing Ritsuka's unease, shifted slightly closer to him. "Senpai, if something is bothering you, you can talk to us. We're all in this together."

Ritsuka glanced at her, appreciating her concern. "Thanks, Mash. I just have this strange feeling that something is about to happen. It's like a warning bell in my mind."

Kama, who had been resting her head on Ritsuka's shoulder, sat up, her eyes serious. "You're not the only one. I felt it too, but I figured it was just the aftermath of the battle. Sometimes, the energy of the fight lingers longer than expected."

Morgan nodded, her usual bravado replaced with a hint of somberness. "The darkness in this singularity is palpable. There's a sense of something malevolent lurking nearby, waiting for the right moment to strike. We should remain vigilant."

Jeane, trying to lighten the mood, chimed in, "But we're a strong group! Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. Right?"

Just as she spoke, a sudden chill swept through the air, causing everyone to shiver. Ritsuka's instincts kicked in, and he quickly sat up, alert. "That wasn't just the wind. Something's off."

Mozart, attempting to ease the tension, strummed a few chords on his lute. "Perhaps it's just the atmosphere playing tricks on us. A little music might help lift our spirits!" His fingers danced across the strings, filling the air with a melodic tune.

As Ritsuka listen to the music he fell asleep, as his new servant dream cycle started

To be continued