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Weston grabbed her big twisted braids, and the running Joan of Arc's braids were pulled, and she screamed in pain, turning around and asking, "What are you doing?"

"Because it's already been resolved!"

As soon as the words fell, several rays of light poured in from the other end of the corridor and fell in front of Joan of Arc.Siegfried, Karna, Avisbron, Chiron, Mordred, and the paddling duo Jack and Frankenstein, their brilliance faded, and their figures appeared in the corridor.

Joan of Arc realized something, and her face flushed... But Weston was still to blame, if he hadn't killed Vlad III, she would not have forgotten that she had used the Command Seal before.

"As this man said, what you worried about, Ruler, has been resolved." Karna said calmly.

"Have you already known what happened?" Joan asked.

"Well, we also feel that something is wrong with the artificial humans infected by Vlad III. But they have all been cut off. But Vlad III himself is a great threat... It seems that it has been resolved? Mordred frowned, the magical power of the black Lancer remained in the field not long ago, but now it has completely disappeared.

Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief: "At least the human crisis is resolved, and the Holy Grail War can go on smoothly."

"Wait! Ruler, it's not fair for a servant like me to summon all the servants here?" Avis Bron said.

"Eh?"

"In the current situation, it is clear that the majority is against the minority. Ruler, if you summoned us together, wouldn't you let those who unite in advance kill us all?" Saber, a magician like him, was close, and it was almost impossible to escape.

Up to now, he has nothing to worry about.Now that Vlad III has been killed, the situation is completely different from before.

"...Yes, since it has been resolved. If I walk away like this, it will put you in a state of melee." Joan of Arc thought about it, and said to Weston: "I don't know if you can solve this crisis. After that, everyone paused for a short time, and we will fight again next time. This is fair to all servants!"

From the current point of view, the black side's Saber, Assassin, Berserker, and the red side's Saber are united, and their leader is obviously dominated by Weston. Proposing to this guy will naturally solve all this.

Weston shook his head: "I don't accept this proposal."

Joan of Arc frowned immediately: "I summoned your servants here with Command Seals, not for you to catch them all at once. I will absolutely not allow this kind of violation of neutrality to bet on Ruler's responsibilities."

After speaking, the Holy Banner of Joan of Arc was erected, and he stared at Weston seriously.

"You seem to have forgotten that I am not completely victorious here, Leticia. If you want to remain neutral, you should think about other enemies!" Weston shook his head helplessly. Desperate girls are really annoying.

"Eh?"

"..." From the other end of the corridor, maybe a room, or maybe a hall suddenly heard a voice.The sound appeared to be a human gasp of fear, followed by a scream.

The people present were stunned and turned their heads subconsciously.With a loud bang, a huge hole exploded directly in the wall of the corridor.

"reflection!"

The masonry of the wall smashed in front of Weston and stopped automatically.But Atalanta and Achilles next to him were not so lucky.It had already been scratched by Vlad III, and was directly covered by bricks and stones in the face of this sudden blow.

Following the wind called by some heroic spirit present, the smoke and dust blew away everything, revealing a distressed figure holding a book, and a petite girl with terrified eyes and a huge scythe in her hand.

"Really, when we create in our own magic workshop, will we meet such a barbaric little girl again? But it's okay..."

"Caster of Red." Joan of Arc was taken aback for a moment, then turned her eyes to the silver stunned man holding a sickle.

"Grey."

"Master." Karna frowned, and jumped in front of Grey.

"You're not scaring my Master with a ghost, are you? Caster." Karna rarely showed a caring expression.

Shakespeare stared in amazement at the countless heroic spirits present, probably gathered almost all of the Holy Grail War, right?

"Who knows... that little girl is your Master, she is such a fierce little girl. As soon as she came up, she asked where the Holy Grail is. But how can a follower of the red side betray the Master?" After arranging his clothes a little, Shakespeare showed a fanatical smile: "So I had to remind your Master of the fear. It seems that your Master is still immersed in our troupe and cannot extricate himself. This is the greatest compliment to us."

After finishing speaking, Shakespeare looked around, showing even more excited eyes, and took out the paper and pen: "You are all heroic spirits in your lifetime, are you going to have a big scuffle here? We will never miss such a grand occasion."

Such a heroic spirit, I am afraid that no one would consider it an enemy, and all the existences present were speechless to this passionate poet.

【Concrete Fantasy】

A round of octagonal stars replaced the pile of gravel that covered Achilles and Atalanta, forming silvery white particles that appeared around Grey, and the white souls around her disappeared, leaving only the naked upper bodies Weston, spinning around her, giving her a sense of security like a Gif animation...

"vomit!"

Weston: "..."

Shakespeare was very interested in seeing the scene where fantasy was concretized: "This is, this is..."

This is really similar to his 'theater troupe', but the results are different.Can this man visualize all the things he thinks to reach reality, and even interfere with reality?

After vomiting, Gray recovered, her complexion was a little pale.She glanced at her servant, then turned her gaze to Weston: "You have caught up..."

Weston was not very interested in her.

"Sorry, you let a bunch of clones appear in front of me and circle around, which made me feel motion sick." Gray said with an awkward mood.

"Did you see Fran, now that you've broken in?" asked Weston.

"Fran?" Gray was taken aback, and immediately shook her head: "I only found this guy." She pointed at Shakespeare and said angrily.

Weston also looked at Shakespeare: "Then, you must be able to tell me. The location of your loyalist, Kotomine Shiro, and the location of my children."

"Hahaha... so it's her? She's such an ever-changing monster."

"Holy Inquisitor—Eastern Expedition!"

The silver holy sword of the cross light, with the last ray of magic communicating with the magic base, flew towards Shakespeare, pierced Shakespeare's abdomen with a sword, and nailed it to the wall.

"Cough!" Shakespeare snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, still smiling and staring at Weston: "It turns out that people like you also care about things. Maybe what Father Shiro thinks is not right, you and him should It's different! How do I describe you in my book? A loser of the revolution, who chose to live on mediocrity?"