My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Atalanta left, and the only 'outsider' left here was Jeanne d'Arc. Facing this saint, Shuo Yue unexpectedly fell silent.

It was helpless to say that even though Ru Shuoyue had thought carefully, he did not expect that Joan of Arc and Atalanta would break in at this moment, and there was no suitable response plan at all.

This kind of thing should have been thought about in the fantasy world, but Liu Dao Lingxia's black magician card is connected with Shuo Yue. Once it is broken, it will sound an alarm. It is precisely because Liu Dao Lingxia understands that as an ordinary person, she cannot be in the fantasy world. After waiting for too long, he would directly activate the baptismal chant, directly destroying the illusion.

With his hasty action, not only did he miss the right opportunity to unlock Atalanta, he even had no room for buffering, so he had to face Joan's doubts head-on.

As a person who switched to the black side, but still got together with the enemies of the red side, this ironclad fact was enough to make Joan of Arc guess.

Although I still wanted to have at least one person monitor one side of the camp to avoid accidents, but now it seems that I have to withdraw early...

Sighing inwardly, Shuo Yue coughed lightly and looked up at Jeanne.

"Don't you have anything to say, Ruler?"

"..."

"Joan of Arc?"

"..."

Strange... Shuo Yue frowned and looked up and down at Joan of Arc who was stuck in place like a wooden stick.

Even if you are shocked by the fact that he rebelled, you shouldn't be so silent, right? Speaking of which, has this stupid saint been in this state since I appeared?

Shuo Yue could feel Joan of Arc looking at him, but she was not just looking at him. The morning sun rose from the sky, facing the tall back of the British gentleman, and illuminated the French girl's brilliant blond hair, even on the horizon. The colorful clouds cannot be found to be more shy than the girl's face.

"Qing Shuo Yue, um..." Arturia could feel a wave of heat coming towards her face. It was heat of a different nature from the sun. "Although I don't quite understand it, Miss Joan of Arc seems a little excited."

Excited? A question mark popped up on Shuo Yue's forehead.

I haven't even admitted it yet. Does the mere possibility of returning to the red side make Jeanne so angry? Can't even speak?

But don't underestimate Dumao's intuition. She is right. Joan of Arc is indeed in a state of excitement at this time. Laetitia who is in her soul is almost overwhelmed by the saint's thoughts. .

"So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! Why in God's name can he be so handsome?"

This is not a reserved and gentle saint. She is even more fanatical than Astolfo, whose reason has evaporated!

Just like the Best Match in Kamen Rider Soki, when Sakuzuki puts on British clothes, the law of victory is already determined.

As a simple girl in France in the fourteenth century, Joan of Arc could not resist the elegance of European evolution after countless iterations, the uncrowned king of the clothing kingdom - the suit.

The glow filled the street and the breeze blew in the face. The assassin took off his simple robe and put on a slim dark suit with an Erster coat. He looked particularly calm and elegant. His diamond-like iridescent blue eyes and thick His neat white hair fully expresses his gentlemanly temperament.

It's hard to say to others, but to Joan of Arc, this is the best combination.

"What's going on? Shuo Yue just changed her clothes! Why is it so, so hard to take your eyes away!"

The girl's heart was screaming. Joan, who had always held herself to the standards of a saint, was at a loss for the first time. She almost forgot to think under Shuo Yue's gaze.

"Miss Saint, Miss Saint! Calm down!" Leticia tried her best to put away the screams in her head and stuck her head out, "You don't want Shuo Yue to suspect that you are a fool who only thinks about love, commonly known as Someone with a love brain!"

Love brain? ! Joan of Arc suddenly woke up.

How is this possible! I am a saint, Joan of Arc! It’s so shameless to think about love and all that!

What's more, there is someone watching next to him, a suspicious person from the red side who communicates with Shuo Yue in private!

"Hmm." Jeanne coughed lightly, glanced at Shuo Yue quickly, and then looked away and said, "I do have something to ask you about clothes... No, what are you doing here tonight?"

clothing? Shuo Yue patted his suit in confusion, but still ignored Joan's slip of the tongue and said frankly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's good...eh?"

Jeanne's eyes widened, suspecting that she heard wrongly: "It has nothing to do with... and me?"

"Well, I have been in contact with the sixth director Lingxia for a long time." Shuo Yue pursed her lips and forced a smile, trying to get through. "I came to Sighisoara this time to fulfill the contract. As for the details, I'm sorry. I can't say."

This is the best way that Shuo Yue can think of at the moment. As long as she puts on a proper mysterious attitude, Joan of Arc will be embarrassed to continue speaking. She will only think about the reasons and possibilities for Shuo Yue to do this, and will not directly attribute Shuo Yue to the red group. square.

And even a private investigation would take enough time to delay the decisive battle.

Thinking like this, Shuo Yue secretly looked at Jeanne's stiff expression and sighed inwardly.

But sure enough... this reason even seems lame to me.

It's strange to say that he can come up with thousands of plans to deceive the saint, but when he is confronted, he can't say it out anyway.

Forget it, just be prepared to be exposed.

Just when Shuo Yue closed her eyes and was about to bend her neck to be killed, she heard the other person stuttering:

"Yes... yes, there is nothing we can do about it, um, um, I understand."

"...?"

This time, not only Sakutsu, but also Artoria looked at the girl next to her, surprised by her reply.

What's going on, girl? You are the judge.

But for Joan of Arc, her ability to organize sentences smoothly and give a reply is already the greatest reserve of a referee.

"He is smiling at me! Leticia, did you see it? Shuoyue smiled, he has me in his heart! What should I do? Is my expression weird?"

More than just weird, Lord Jeanne... Leticia held her forehead, with that relaxed but hard-pressed look on her lips, and her facial muscles that kept twitching, it was strange that the abnormality was not noticed!

I can't bear it anymore, let me save the Holy Lady!

However, when this expression of Joan of Arc fell into Shuo Yue's eyes, a deeper misunderstanding arose.

Is this, this expression, really so angry that you can't even pretend? Is this matter so worth getting angry about?

As if a 'ding dong' sound came from somewhere, the stiff expression on Joan's face suddenly changed. She covered her lips with her hands, adjusted for a moment and then lowered her arms. What was displayed in front of everyone was a perfect lady's style... …Fake laugh.

"Then, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, everyone."

Without waiting for a response, Joan of Arc turned around and disappeared around the corner of the street step by step. A moment later, the sound of rapid running reached Shuo Yue's ears.

"Sure enough...are you angry?" There was a trace of guilt on the young man's face.

"No, maybe that's not the case, Mr. Shuo Yue." Artoria thought thoughtfully. She didn't have the same subjective judgment as Shuo Yue. Instead, she made some guesses about Joan's condition, "Maybe it's because of other reasons? "

For example, dressing up... It's really rare to see Shuo Yue dressed up like this. Even in the most formal moments, she was just wearing a suit.

Thinking like this, Artoria couldn't help but look up and down Shuo Yue's clothes. Facts have proved that Juan Fu's dressing level is second to none as is his detective skills.

Although Merlin is trash, there is a saying that is true, a person is only as good as his clothes... But it is really rare for that child to lose his composure like this.

Ah, if it were me, what would I think Shuo Yueqing would look good on?

With such divergent thinking, the door called 'Shuoyue Nuannuan' opened in the mind of Du Mao.

The silver and white armor looks perfect, the purple battle armor is also ideal, the blue and white striped casual clothes, the black and gold suit, and now this look...

Ah, is it too much?

Arturia suddenly realized, but at this time, Shuo Yue had already put aside her worries about Jeanne and walked towards the sixth director Lingxia.

"How's it going? Are there any questions?"

After losing the replacement card of the black magician, the sixth director Lingxia had to convert her life force into magic power to supply little Jack. At this time, she looked a little pale, but she smiled with a sense of peace of mind.

"Little Jack is fine, and of course I will be fine too."

"Well, Mom..." After hearing Lingxia's gentle voice, the silver-haired girl groaned and opened her eyes slightly, but fell asleep again amid Lingxia's soft hum.

The light in Shuo Yue's eyes flashed, and he could see that after getting rid of the resentment, Little Jack seemed to be being completed in some new way. With Avalon's blessing, they didn't have to worry about Little Jack failing or changing. As a new evil spirit, everything is developing in a good direction.

The young girl in her mother's arms is the biggest reward that even the Heroic Soul Seat has rewritten through their joint efforts.

"Let me see." Shuo Yue's face was soft, and she reached out to hug her, but Lingxia stepped back and avoided Shuo Yue's arm.

"You are very upset right now, Shuo Yue."

The woman who had been rescued by Shuo Yue smiled and pointed out Shuo Yue's mood directly.

"...This is none of your business, Lingxia."

"But no matter what, it's always bad to drive a girl away. Ah, don't tell me anything about being anxious to see little Jack. You and I both know that there are many ways to coax her away - your heart, Are you shaken?"

Shaken? Really shaken.

I want to take off my disguise, but I am worried that she will become an obstacle to seizing the Holy Grail; I want to be ruthless, but I cannot be indifferent.

Just like Kiritsugu who has Irisviel and Soichiro Kuzuki who has Medea, he has weaknesses, but he can accept the world more softly - I don't know whether this is good or bad.

Shuo Yue was silent, but Ling Xia took this opportunity and continued: "Don't hurt the girls' hearts, especially after you, Mr. Shuo Yue, have already settled in their hearts."

"...Understood, I will comfort Joan and Atalanta." Shuo Yue said dullly. He lost the mood to talk, nodded to Artoria, turned and left, and the sixth director Lingxia Looking at Shuo Yue's back, there was a hint of cunning in her smile.

The person hidden in your soul is right. The tenderness in your bones cannot be changed, Mr. Shuoyue...

In Lingxia's arms, little Jack whispered softly.

"Dad...come on."

dad?

Sixth Director Lingxia raised her head in surprise and found Artoria looking at each other with the same expression, and lowered her voice:

"Did you hear that? Little Jack can say daddy!"

"She's learning new things, she's learning... growing."

Sixth Director Lingxia's arms were trembling. She didn't have any panic even though she was trapped in the fog, but her eyes were full of tears at this time, which was both relief and gratitude.

He risked his life, gave up the magician's card, and almost died of being corroded by resentment... However, all the sacrifices paid off at this moment.

Artoria smiled and watched this great mother sobbing. Those crystal tears were like the most beautiful gems in the world, making even the ascetic Holy King envious of them.

What a blessing it would be if my own... could be like this.

In a daze, Arturia seemed to see a blond child, showing her a smile full of dependence. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, but what she touched was the cheek of the sixth director Lingxia.

"Huh?" The woman was a little confused. It wasn't until Daimao hurriedly took back her hand that she showed a gentle smile.

"Let's go, Artoria, it's time to return to the Sky Garden. Or do you want to spend another day in Sighisoara? We have plenty of time."

Have plenty of time? A bolt of thunder flashed through Artoria's mind, and her eyes widened, as if she had thought of some good idea.

"Thank you for reminding me, Lingxia, we do have other things to do."

"Um?"

In front of Lingxia who tilted her head in confusion, Arturia lowered her head and looked at the sleeping little Jack in her arms, but another golden-red unruly figure was reflected in the depths of her eyes.

"Teaching one is still teaching, but teaching two is not teaching..."

"What are you talking about, Artoria?"

"Nothing... By the way, do you know where Red Saber and her master are stationed?"

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Taking off his suit coat and putting on the black robe of Pluto Hades, Shuo Yue flew towards the dim morning light until his figure was stretched into a line.

Following Atalanta's aura, he found that he was now out of Sighisoara and even Black's territory. In front of his sight were the high and low field lines, the windbreaks spreading along the lines, and the ancient warehouses. Mills and windmills, and a starry sky in the far distance.

The starry sky has never been so bright. It's so bright that it seems like all the stars are right in front of you. The moist water vapor sticks to your eyelashes. When you blink, it can even reflect the light of the morning star. It's like the starry sky reaches out to you and wipes you dry. Lost tears.

Just when Shuo Yue was staring straight at the morning sky, his feet suddenly stopped and then began to fall to the ground.

Atalanta's last breath was in the forest ahead.

The wounded huntress finally chose the forest where she was nurtured and grew up, and healed her soul in the dream of Arcadia.

Stepping into the forest, Shuo Yue saw a closer starry sky. The glimmer of light reflected on the surface of the gurgling stream was brighter than the stars. A patch of reeds was floating in the wind not far away.

The smell and sound of dawn are amazingly rich. The breeze will tell everyone that the soil and plants really have fragrance. Those insects that poke their heads out of the soil early, the sound disappears and appears, like entering a slow rhythm. symphony.

But Shuo Yue could clearly distinguish that in the deep ensemble, a girl was crying softly. The cry was clearly full of grief and abandonment, as if the nightmare of the past had once again enveloped her, leaving her helpless. Escape.

She was indeed redeemed by the Moon God in Arcadia and raised by a she-bear, but the girl will never forget how her father abandoned her in the deserted forest with his cold and ruthless hands.

——It was as if that young man had cut off his ties with her so decisively.

In the end, I still didn't retain any happiness.

Kill him, can't do it, kill him, can't do it, kill him, can't do it.

So, run away, as far away as possible, to a place where he can neither see nor reach.

In this way, you can forget that memory and regain the beautiful appearance of the first female huntress in Greece...

Footsteps sounded, and when Atalanta turned her head with tears on her face, she saw that familiar figure.

"Good morning, Atalanta, I'm here."