Hey Timothy Grail

"..archer."

Ruler did not refute, but just wanted to know what the heroes of this generation were thinking at this time, so simply gave up their obsession with the Holy Grail. Could it be that the servants who were summoned from the Hall of Valor did not want to change their own misery Is fate coming.

"It's very simple. Now that I'm here, there will naturally be priorities. The life of the master is much more important than the so-called dream in my heart."

Arash pushed the wheelchair of Miss Fiore, the beautiful girl master of his family, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth while he was at ease.

"You mean——in the legend, you are a hero who died for the country, but here you are just a familiar to protect the safety of your master??"

"Basically, it's just the master's own hero."

Regarding Archer's answer, Ruler seemed to realize something.

She previously denounced Hei Zhen as a cruel and inhuman witch, and judged her to be an immoral evil spirit.

But they didn't think that Hei Zhen and her trip were no longer in the national salvation war in the [-]th century. They seemed to have no reason to sacrifice everything for their faith, because this era no longer needs the saint to save the world.

"Is it my fault??"

But at the moment, being obsessed with why Heizhen has undergone such a big change, and wanting to get her back on track, isn't it also the same as being denied by herself? ?

Joan of Arc suddenly became enlightened, and her repressed and closed heart opened up a little.

"Archer, you mean that both of us can have different ideals, can we coexist in this world..." Ruler's voice faltered, and she gritted her teeth.

"Good guy, I don't have several different types of avatars, I don't understand this either."

...the big hero didn't answer.

But he could sense that after Bai Zhen who was standing beside him finished speaking, his gaze towards Hei Zhen became less sharp.

She handed over the right to choose to Fang Han who was at the core.

How should he choose? ?

——Huh? ?Are things going in a different direction?

Lao Jie lowered his eyes and stared at the shadow under his feet.

"...That... Rin."

Poppy looked up.

The graceful and pure Miss Tohsaka.

She stretched her arms with a smile on her face, and her big eyes were full of confidence.

"So as if the two of them can really get along peacefully, which side wins..."

Yes, if Baizhen no longer wants to change Heizhen's thinking, agrees that she can exist as a heretic, and no longer punishes her or forcibly brainwashes her beliefs, then who will win this war without gunpowder? ?

When I saw the last old man in the theater, I rarely felt distressed.

In this regard.

The eldest lady, who knew Fang Han's length very well for a long time, smiled slightly, and gently rubbed Poppy's hair with her fingertips: "Who wins?? Isn't it obvious? In such a situation, it's called a dealer." Kill all!"

"Fuck! Sure enough."

The mustard seeds stagnated slightly, and the unimaginable feeling of grass growing was beyond words.

A plant (wow)! !

Yes.

The story is drawing to a close.

The daily warm-ups between Fang Han, the King of Knights and others finally came to an end when Joan of Arc resolutely stopped Hei Zhen.

Although King of Knights Arturia expressed dissatisfaction with the behavior of a certain saintess who inserted her leg halfway.

But seeing these two very story-telling Heizhen and Baizhen, Mozhong stood face to face.

At the side, Fang Han and Gilgamesh, who were originally fighting each other, stopped their hands and stood aside consciously as men, and even projected two armchairs, and the two sat down immediately.

A nature of watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Finally...is it finally time for the grand finale? ?

Fighting can be done at any time, but watching women fight, and they still look exactly the same, except for some black chaste and white chaste who have different personalities, almost everyone present surrounded them.

Looking forward to it! !

During this period, King Gilgamesh, with a slight smile on his mouth, added fire to the enemy just now.

"Is this the dignity of a French saint? As the lord of Uruk, I am looking forward to it."

but.

Joan of Arc's will is naturally unquestionable, no matter whether she has experienced the insults of her enemies in the past or the burning of the stake, she cannot be shaken at all.

Fang Han, who was watching, nodded secretly. Before the big bug like Zieg appeared, this Ms. Zhenping would definitely be able to take over the position of ruler, and there was a follower who could be compared with his righteous partner.

"At this point, Amakusa Shirou is far from enough."

"Now, you let tax evaders and saintess compete for ideological and moral standards, and suggest switching to the pyramid scheme next door."

I don't know when it came out, and Lixiang, who was squatting between Fang Han and Jill, rubbed his hands while Dr. Roman and others began to analyze the Great Holy Grail. At the same time, human beings can relax for a while, and there are no other things interfering. It seems pretty good to watch two heroines with their own merits fight.

After all, a super meat tank and an invincible thug, the fight between these two is really interesting, not to mention it!

Anyway, the human evil from Chaldea thought so funny at this time.

However, for the French village girl, the predicament at this time was not very fatal.

There is no doubt about the sense of guilt that sometimes radiates from Hei Zhen's body, but the ability to resist this sense of guilt is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It's just that, in the end, this situation appeared.

When Hei Zhen started to speak, the scene in front of her was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seems to be the scene that the two of them once... no, it was the scene that originally belonged to Joan of Arc's body.

Every word and deed is vivid.

"If it's the saint, why did you kill us?"

"Aren't we the people, shouldn't the people be protected by God?"

"With the holy flag in your hand, why do you want to harm us!"

"We are not sinners, we are just ordinary people standing in different positions from you."

Opening his eyes again, what caught his eyes seemed to be the torture of his inner world! !

For Joan of Arc, although she could subconsciously ignore the questioning in her ear, the increasingly cruel scene before her eyes moved her a little.

It is undoubtedly the cruelest thing for a country girl who comes to the battlefield to raise the holy banner just to defend her homeland, but has to stain her hands with blood on the battlefield.

Although I kept saying that I already had this awareness, the guilt in my heart was unavoidable.

Facing the insults of the undead in front of her, Joan of Arc quietly accepted the insults.They were all right.Waving the flag even though she is a saint, and agreeing to the behavior of hurting others, that should not be the behavior of a saint.

Martha, the Iron Fist Saintess of the past, used the power of prayer to overturn the Dragon Hammer to the ground.

As the same saint, all she can do is direct the march of the war.

That's all, but there is one thing they may have thought wrong, that is, this legendary girl who walked from the French countryside to the battlefield, she has never recognized what the world calls her.

"That's true. I'm by no means a saint. I'm just a French country girl who has a chance."

Joan raised her head and spoke quietly to the undead who had thrown her to the ground.

There is no half-hearted perfunctory.

"Are you saying that you are not a saint, so you can kill our existence at will!!"

"Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable..."

Even though she had an extremely devout belief, offered prayers to the Lord every day, and even became a lucky being who received revelation, Joan of Arc did not regard herself as the so-called savior.

"Just a poor common man."

With the waving of the battle flag of Joan of Arc, it enveloped the soldiers of the enemy and one's own side, and the overwhelming ghosts and ghosts disappeared in an instant.They turned into dust and slowly disappeared together with the bloody battlefield, as if they had been purified by the holy light.

"Sure enough, you are just like me... What a loving and righteous leftover girl!" A certain Heizhen's disgusted words came from the shadows.

"Heizhen, don't perform this kind of trick. Indeed, my hands are already stained with blood. To be honest, the moment I died, I was even sure that I would go to hell instead of returning to the embrace of the Lord. No matter what , I am a sinful sinner, but I will not regret anything I have done!"

"you--!!"

This categorical answer was beyond student Hei Zhen's expectations.

Now, this saint... the will of the village girl is stronger than I imagined!

Are you a witch, or am I a witch? ?Can't figure it out.

Sure enough, there is still a big move.

This holy woman couldn't shed tears when she saw the coffin, hum~~ Hei Zhen thought angrily.

The next second, what appeared in front of everyone was a eerie building.

The dark stone room was filled with stench.

In the center is a luxurious big bed, and countless severed heads of children are arranged on the table next to it.And the ground is full of countless things that originally belonged to them.

While half is fresh, the other half has started to rot.But it's all the same to die bleeding and with a hopeless expression.

Thin cheeks, bright and maddened pupils, the bravery of the past has disappeared, replaced by an appearance full of despair and hatred.

After the scene of the burning frame, what appeared in front of Joan was such a familiar figure.

It turned out to be——

Gilderre, Joan's comrade in arms.

The marshal who once fought side by side! !

Fang Han and Gilgamesh looked around and looked at each other.

This seems to be an old acquaintance!

Could this be an alternative spiritual confrontation?

Of course, Fang Han was naturally in a moment of surprise at this time, forgetting the appearance of Hei Zhen in the original plot, and naturally cannot do without the actions of our fanatical cook, Comrade Gilder Ray.

"Oh, isn't this Joan of Arc? What's the matter, why did you come to such a place?"