I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"It's so cold," Coles pushed his glasses and complained.

"Just kidding, what you need is correction, the miracle of the Holy Grail can be easily solved, but I personally recommend that you give up the magic circuit," Siddija raised her hand and touched Fiore's head, "You two don't agree. Not for this world."

"I...I'll think about it," Fiore lowered her eyes.

"I actually want to help you if I can," Siddija clasped her hands behind her head, "It doesn't affect fairness, but there is a guy over there that makes it difficult for me."

"It's hard to do? Is that so... she? That's really hard to do," Chiron patted Siddija on the shoulder, "but no matter what choice you make, I will support you."

"But..." Siddija looked at the rising sun outside the window, "Where are you?"

"Medusa……"

Shishi Jie stopped Mordred behind him and looked nervously at the purple-haired royal sister standing in front of him. He now understands the feeling that his whole body was screaming in agony.

"Are you... are the red party's saber and master?" She slowly put on her sunglasses and walked slowly to the Lion Jie.

"That's right," Shishi Jie swallowed, he wanted to run away, but...

[My body can't move! ]

Mordred's unwilling voice sounded in his mind.

Mordred's movement was completely blocked just by looking at her, and the reason why he was able to move was because he was wearing sunglasses and did not look at her.

Why is this Holy Grail War infiltrating such monsters!

And he got hit by him!

Chapter 14 Ruler

dungeon.

Astolfo Joan of Arc, whose hands and feet were nailed to the wall, fell silent.

"This feeling? Well, it turns out to be the ruler," Astolfo raised his head slowly.

"You... didn't you think you'd be reduced to this level?" Joan said softly.

"Consequences? Just because of this, are you going to slap the hands of those who beg for your salvation?" Astolfo tilted his head and showed a bright smile, "That person wants me to save him, so I want to save him. He, but..."

Astolfo's expression became frustrated, "I'm too weak to even keep that kid alive."

"It's not your fault," Joan shook her head.

"Hey...ruler can I ask you one thing?" Astolfo pursed his lips, "Please save that child! He was just born! The first thing he learned after being born was that he was about to die, so The truth is too much! He doesn't even know who he is, so please!"

"I..." Jeanne opened her mouth, "I can't interfere with Black."

"But that kid doesn't belong to Black! He has a soul! He's a human, not a prop!" Astolfo shook his hands vigorously, blood dripping down his snow-white skin to the ground.

Joan of Arc was silent for a while and then nodded heavily, "I understand, if that child has his own will."

"It's really great..." Astolfo breathed a sigh of relief, "That kid should be in Caster's workshop."

"Leave it to me," Joan nodded, then turned and touched the caster's position.

Am I doing this right?

Joan of Arc, who was standing in front of the magic workshop, fell silent, and raised her hand to stay on the door.

She is the ruler, and the reason she was summoned was just to let the Holy Grail War go on normally, and she couldn't intervene in the rest, but she couldn't forget the android's eyes and Astolfo's plea.

She was shaken...

"Are you really going to do this?"

Sidgar's voice made Joan's body shake violently.

"You shouldn't be..." Jeanne scratched her face in embarrassment.

"Are you chatting with my teacher?" Siddija raised the corner of his mouth, "Compared to this, you came to Caster's workshop after seeing the rider again. What do you want to do?"

"I want to save that child," Joan raised her head, her clear eyes looking straight into Siddija's eyes, "that child is irrelevant."

"Even if he was created here, he is irrelevant?" Siddigar tilted his head.

"He has a soul..." Jeanne bit her lip.

"boom---"

Hidega raised her right hand and patted Joan's ear heavily, "Soul? Can you just take his soul away?"

Jeanne's eyes widened, "How can you only take away his soul..."

Isn't that the same as killing him!

"Joan of Arc, you and I are the rulers, we have... no power to save him," Siddigar sighed, "Maintaining this Holy Grail War is what we are here for, and even so you want to If you want to violate the rules and interfere with Black's actions..."

Sidika leaned in front of Jeanne's face, her eyes were very deep, "Then give me all the Command Spells. You who can't even maintain justice are not qualified to hold these Command Spells."

Joan of Arc looked at Hidega with a sullen face.

"that……"

Gold coughed a few times behind Siddigar, and his eyes were a little weird.

"Is this the way your rulers communicate?"