Hey Timothy Grail

"Okay, okay, I'm going to find a place to take the bus."

"See you."

"mua~~"

When the saint got off the plane, she saw a pair of young and lively girls talking intimately to the other end of the phone when she passed by a seat.

This made her be alone in her past and present lives, and even the host Letitia, who was attached to her body, looked like a 20-year-old virgin, feeling sour for no reason.

At this moment, the double emotion turned into a sigh:

"Young people today."

Rin Tohsaka hung up the phone, glanced at the blond elder sister wearing sunglasses, said sorry in a low voice, and pulled Sakura back to her seat obediently.

This time, a group of their girls went to Einzbern's house, which can be called a remarkable result.

Not only did he defeat the psychological defense of the current patriarch of the Einzbern family, but he even helped Illya regain the right to be the next patriarch, and finally signed a non-aggression treaty between the three Yu families.

Because of missing someone too much, and because Illya still needs to stay for a few days to inherit various inheritances, the Tohsaka sisters decided to fly back to London first.

After all, Sakura is a top student at the Clock Tower, so she knows London's topography like the back of her hand.

Because of the excitement, the eldest lady didn't pay attention to the Joan of Arc who just passed by, and instead pulled Sakura-chan to continue talking about her and Fang Han's previous experiences.

Who would care about a cute girl with a spring face.

Your Excellency the Holy Maiden smiled and nodded, holding a bag in her hand, and Joan of Arc walked briskly out of the cabin first.

For the pickpockets gathered at the airport, she should be the perfect prey alone.

But for some reason, the pickpockets subconsciously ignored it, without any thought of looking for an opportunity to attack. Instead, they watched the blond girl leave devoutly, as if they were worshiping God.

That's right, in the halo field of the Holy Virgin of Salvation, no one is so rogue as to step into a clear pond with dirty feet.

The clock tower is to the northeast of the airport, so you must find a vehicle to take it there.

Looks like a bus ride, or a hitchhiking──

"……Well."

The moment he stepped out of the airport, several lines of sight penetrated the ruler's detection range.

However, even though, as a black whistle, she could search the enemy's limit area, that is, within a radius of ten kilometers centered on herself, she could not feel the breath of any follower.

I ruled out using [Aura Concealment], which is an assassin's unique class skill, but I still can't catch anything, only if I can feel the line of sight──

"...The other party used a familiar, or else it's the legendary clairvoyance."

Joan looked up at the gray sky for a while, and found countless crows looking at her.

It seems that those crows should be familiars... But for some reason, the brilliance of intelligence cannot be seen in the eyes of these pigeons.

Necromancer magic? ?

The holy virgin stared fiercely in the direction where the magic power of the foresight was transmitted and the crows. Although this stare did not inject any magic power, the sight should have conveyed her intentions.

The feeling of being observed by the foresight magic disappeared, and the crows scattered in one breath.

After confirming the result, the girl let out a sigh of relief.

"So, does anyone really want to attack me...the Holy Grail War has a bug again!"

"Anyway, we have to find a way to find that mysterious man Fang Han..."

She muttered looking for a bus to the suburbs, but there seemed to be no direct bus to the Clock Tower.

The only way is to go to the subway station in the downtown area of ​​the relay location first, and then transfer to the campus where the clock tower is located.

But the next bus to the city will not come until tomorrow morning. The saint, who is in a hurry, has no choice but to ask everywhere if there is a bus going to the suburbs, and if so, would she like to give her a ride along the way.

As a result, a thin old man wearing a bird cap and glasses on his face responded to her:

"I do intend to go hunting somewhere."

"In this case--"

"But it's not the same as downtown London. It's not a tourist attraction for tourists. There is nothing but a huge old castle with a college in it. It is said that the old castle is still private land and no tourists are allowed to enter. And There are often legends about people living and dying of large animals nearby. If you are alone, little girl, it would be better to visit the Eiffel Tower..."

"No, I'm a freshman in that clock tower, yes, I have to rush to school today, can you help me, please, this is really important to me."

Worthy of being a French saint, worthy of being the incarnation of holiness.

Not to mention unconscious coquettishness, it's just that Joan of Arc begged the people in the tone of the leader of the rebel army. I'm afraid 90.00% of ordinary people at [-] would find it difficult to refuse.

"Since this is the case, then I understand, but I want to place fragile items in the front seat, so I can only let you sit on the cargo platform in the back, is that okay?"

"It's enough if you are willing to give me a ride, and it doesn't matter if you take the freight platform. Thank you. You are a good person. May the Lord bless you!"

"Hey, remember to pray to God that it won't rain."

The old man politely let her onto the cargo platform at the back, and then joked with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'll pray."

Your Excellency the Holy Maiden nodded seriously.

The old man in the truck may not realize how devout the person he is ridiculing is. I am afraid that the Lord will listen carefully to the prayers of the Holy Maiden of Salvation.

Even the little things like rain.

The sound of "crack" sounded like kicking an empty iron can, and the truck finally stabilized and started to move forward.

"...It really is not the same as a horse."

Although it is also a means of transportation, the biological shaking of a horse is not the same as the high-frequency and small-scale vibration caused by a machine such as a car.

Perhaps because of better speed and endurance, comfort was sacrificed.

Ruler suddenly recalled the white horse that galloped with her on the battlefield in the past. It was a good horse... but it was missing in the last battle of Compernici. It must have been killed or ridden away.

Eh...the saint's horse is gone.

"By the way, Grandpa, how long will it take to arrive at the destination?"

The saint suddenly asked the old man in the driver's seat, and he answered while humming:

"Hmm - it should be about twelve hours if you drive like this."

"Ah, does it take so long?"

"No way, because the car and people need to rest on the way."

"...So that's the case. If this is the case, there is really no way."

Although Joan was a little depressed, she suddenly thought of one thing and took out the textbook from Leticia's backpack.

"Farm children like me can also receive education... This world is really good."

The Holy Grail, while having the necessary knowledge embedded in modern life, does not inform all that is taught in textbooks.The education level of the girl possessed by the Arbiter is equal to the limit of her knowledge.

"Ah... I don't understand at all."

Although she had a premonition that she would fight hard for a long time, the holy maiden still worked hard to face the math textbook seriously.

——Advanced mathematics is really difficult! !

The speed of the car gradually increased, and several wooden boxes placed on the cargo platform also shook "click-click".The speed is unexpectedly similar to that of a horse, but it should just be that the performance of this truck is below average.

To use a Malay metaphor, it is about to enter an advanced age.

But after all, the car is different from the horse, it will not be tired and out of breath halfway, and the truck is currently heading towards the suburbs of London at a leisurely speed.

Joan of Arc felt the vibration brought by the vehicle, while looking at the passing scenery to the London airport.

However, the car suddenly "knocked" and shook greatly, and the exhaust pipe began to emit black smoke.

"Wait a minute, are you going to the Clock Tower??"

"My name is Rin Tosaka, can my sister and I get a ride?"

"Please, kind grandpa."

A pair of petite and lovely sisters stopped not far ahead, waving constantly.

The saint was taken aback for a moment, and then felt that the world is impermanent, which is very strange.

Unexpectedly, within today, I actually saw that pair of lively and lovely sisters for the second time.

"Well, anyway, one is a gift, and three are a pull."

"Come up, all of you."

"Thank you, grandpa, you are such a good man."

The gray-white old man who was issued a good card for the second time smiled, let the pair of sisters who seemed to come from afar from the far east get into the car, and then closed the car door.

The saint looked at the Tohsaka sisters who were carrying the large and small salutes and laughed and climbed up the carriage, and suddenly had a wonderful illusion——

——The monotonous journey seems to have become more interesting from now on.

——It is a novel experience.

010 Mordred: No one knows the King of Knights better than me! ! 【Third watch】

Rin Tohsaka, Sakura Matou, Joan of Arc.

Three beauties with their own strengths squeezed side by side in a narrow place.

Or on the trunk of a dying truck.

This elusive and wonderful encounter is simply breathtaking.

When the three girls got off the plane, it was almost night.