Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 408 Sisters
"Because I'm special."

This sentence expresses Artoria's attitude. She wants to show off with Joan, tell her her own uniqueness and tasks, and enlist her help.

This is not impulsive, but the answer after thinking.

If it were a different ruler, Arturia might not use this undisguised, straight-forward approach. She would touch it carefully, judge bit by bit, and then decide whether to say or not to say, to say all or only part of it.The King of Knights may not be smart enough, but she was the king of a country after all, as long as she can keep calm, she should have a lot of IQ and prudence.

The reason why this method was chosen was because she was Joan of Arc, Queen Scathach, and a person with a similar personality and spirit that Artoria herself believed.With this major premise, Artoria can come up with the answer as long as he substitutes himself in the role of ruler.

The mention of Gilles de Rais also contains elements of temptation, to test what choice Joan of Arc would make in this situation.Artoria was very satisfied with the answer Joan gave, so she directly said that she was "special".

"Special?" Joan looked puzzled, but also a little wary. Could it be that my abnormality has something to do with her?

"That's right. Let's put it this way, I - Goo~~~~~~~~~~~"

Before the second half of the sentence was spoken, the two suddenly heard a strange sound.Although the sound was not loud, it could not escape the ears of the followers.

"That, that, I'm also a bit special, I have to eat like ordinary people, otherwise I'll feel hungry."

Joan bowed her head in embarrassment, and explained in a low voice that the "goo" came from her stomach.Although she had dinner at the church and was very full, the energy gained from food had been depleted by running for tens of kilometers in the middle of the night and exploring with holy water, and she urgently needed to replenish it.

"I can understand, I can understand." Arturia nodded again and again, "An empty stomach is the enemy, and only when you are full can you have the strength to fight."

At first Joan thought it was a comfort to avoid embarrassment, but when she saw Artoria's serious expression, she felt that it was more than just comfort.

"You really think so?"

"Of course, my stomach protested earlier than yours. If I hadn't sensed your breath, I would have gone back to replenish supplies."

When it comes to eating, the great King of Knights never jokes.

"I live not far from here. If you don't mind, come and have something to eat with me? Lingxia's cooking is delicious."

"This..." Joan of Arc hesitated for a while, and finally the referee's reserve was overwhelmed by the instinct of the body, "Excuse me."

"Then let's go now, we can talk on the way if we have anything to say."

Artoria said as she walked forward, but she saw that Joan was still standing where she was, motionless.

"what happened to you?"

"That." When Arturia asked, Joan's face turned even redder, "I not only need to eat but also need to sleep, and now I'm tired and hungry, and I can't walk anymore—may I trouble you to carry me? "

In fact, it is still possible to act by consuming a large amount of mana, but you have to endure this desperate feeling of hunger and fatigue all the time, and it will get heavier and heavier.Going on, Joan was sure that she would lose consciousness, so she had no choice but to brazenly ask the King of Knights in front of her—her skill "Revelation" told her that Artoria could be trusted.

Revelation: Grade A.

A skill equivalent to "Intuition". "Intuition" is the sixth sense in combat, but "revelation" applies to all things related to the achievement of goals (such as choosing the most suitable path during the journey).Since (in my opinion) it is groundless, I cannot explain it properly to others.

Tsk tsk, this similarity is really speechless.

Joan of Arc trusts herself so much, Arturia will not live up to this trust, she said with a smile: "It is possible, but I have a better way - first ask, there are no surveillance magic or familiars around something."

"No." Joan shook her head. Ruler's exaggerated perception is enough to make all surveillance mysteries invisible.Now that he agreed to the invitation, he couldn't expose Artoria's stronghold for his own reasons, which was also fair.

"That's good."

With a call, the white horse appeared.

"This is my partner, Don Stallion. Don, this is my friend, Joan, can she rest on your back for a while?"

Don Stallion put his head in front of Joan and touched Joan's cheek with his nose.

"Thank you, Dong."

This kind of intimacy made Joan smile innocently, and Artoria was a little surprised.

BMW is psychic, but BMW is also proud.Although he would not refuse Artoria's orders, it would never take the initiative to get close to strangers.One time, Bedivere, who had just joined the Knights of the Round Table, recklessly went to brush his back against Don Stallion, but was kicked and flew away by the latter.

Maybe it's because I regard Joan of Arc as my family member.Artoria thought so, helped Joan onto the horse, and walked ahead to lead the way.

"Jeanne, if you find anyone watching, you must tell me."

"Ok."

"The place where I live is a very stable small village. I don't want them to be involved in the Holy Grail War."

"Um……"

"and also--"

The touch on the shoulder, interrupting Artoria's words, was Don Stallion's jaw.

"What's the matter, Dong?"

Turning her head to look, she saw Joan lying on Dong's back, hugging its neck with both hands, her eyes closed tightly, and her breathing was steady.

"He actually fell asleep." Artoria didn't know what expression to put on.

She quietly looked at Joan's sleeping face. After those blue eyes were covered by eyelids, her face was no different from her when she was a girl.

"Looking at it this way, they really look like sisters."

East Stallion shook his head, agreeing, if it hadn't been so, it wouldn't have been so close to Joan.

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Sighisoara, a secret stronghold hidden somewhere by natural barriers and magic.

Semiramis was in high spirits, and proudly announced: "This is, the garden that I miss. 'Hanging Gardens of Babylon'. How are you, master?"

"It's great. My request, you have integrated into it well." Shirou's eyes lit up, as if he saw something he had dreamed of.

Constructed in front of him is an unimaginably huge building.It is composed of neatly arranged green floating islands, marble floors, and pillars.All kinds of plants are entwined everywhere, making the ugliness of chaos and gorgeous beauty merge into one.

It is not so much a garden as a fortress.Not so much a fortress, but more reminiscent of a huge flying weapon.That's never wrong.This sky garden is a real floating fortress.

"Of course. As soon as rider and archer return, let the garden start. Even black's followers will most likely be scared out of their wits."

Hearing Shirou's praise, Semiramis was even more joyful and laughed out loud.

"Before that, would you like to visit my garden first? My master."

"I can't ask for it."

"I want to remind you that in the courtyard, the poison I create will be maximized, so you must be prepared."

Shirou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You're not worried about me, are you?"

"You—" Semiramis was in a hurry, "you go to die, now, immediately—the wine of the Pride King!"

PS: Mushroom gave an explanation on the memory problem of Fgo followers. I won’t go into details. The general meaning is that it is special because it is a singularity, so it has memory—see, Chaldea is so awesome!

PS2: In FZ's animation, the emperor's horse flies up, but not in the novel, it keeps running on the ground.

(End of this chapter)