Hey Timothy Grail

"Don't...leave!!"

"I said, my father is still waiting for me, I don't want to deal with third-rate servants like you, get rid of, I'm in a hurry!!"

Facing the ridicule of the third-rate follower, Frankenstein, who was helpless, lowered his head slightly, did not refute, but raised the weapon in his hand.

Could this berserker not understand human language?No, berserker seems to be in line with the setting because he can't understand human speech.

But she can talk, could it be that she was specially trained by their master to be the best? ?

As expected of Mo Zai, who has the highest IQ inheritance in Great Britain, he deviated from the track in a strange direction after thinking about it.

Mordred took a deep breath, and said solemnly to himself, to his father Arturia, and even to Frankenstein in front of him:

"I have already promised Mr. Fang Han that before this body dies, I will wave the holy sword in my hand for him. Therefore, black berserker, if you really want to stop me, you must be prepared to face the King of Knights." Are you ready for the monstrous anger of the Son of God?"

"Ah... ah..."

Even though she was already scarred, there was no retreat in Frankenstein's eyes. This was her pride, and she had to fulfill her duties.

Stop this silver armored knight in front of you! !

"It's kind, it seems that there is no need to say more!"

The silver shining king sword appeared in his hand, and the magic power slowly surged.

In an instant, the two figures were intertwined.

The sword, like a red dragon, pierces the sky.

Hammer, with a single thought, the sky thundered.

The two Heroic Spirits who could be said to have exhausted their full strength, started their second confrontation here.

boom----

Frankenstein's warhammer shook Mordred's king sword away, and then, the tail of the hammer, which was burning with green lightning, swept towards the rebellious knight's head.

Mordred's eyes froze, and his body suddenly leaned back, dodging the blow that followed.

"I heard from my father that you seem to have the existence of an anti-person treasure. It seems to be called a "second-type perpetual motion machine". In this state, I really have no way to defend against it."

As Mordred said, the king sword in his hand changed its angle and swung down from above his head.

boom!

The white figure dodged the blow, and the brilliant Wang Jian bombarded the ground.

"It's a pity that I won't give you time to use the perpetual motion machine. Let's use pure martial arts to decide the outcome."

"...!"

Explosions, screams, screams, chants—all kinds of sounds on the battlefield mixed with each other, and passed into the ears of Frankenstein in an integrated manner.

Regardless of the people who expect it or those who don't, even those who don't know what to expect don't pay attention to it. Berserker only sees the rebellious knight who is getting bigger and bigger.

For her, there is only one battle! !

"Tell me, what purpose do you have to do this magical thing, Hei Zhen—!"

"That's all you need to ask him. Baron, you must have something to say, right?"

Hearing what the Dragon Witch said, Jill showed a mad smile again:

"Yes, Jeanne, I have something I want you to see. I have cut off countless children's heads so far, and every time it makes me feel extremely excited..."

The cloth is slowly peeled off.

Is the slow flow of time due to horror?

The saint opened her mouth—— whispered in a hoarse voice:

"...Stop it, stop it, Jill!"

However, obedient Jill did not stop.

Joan of Arc knew from the books that this follower of hers always cut off the head of her favorite boy and performed unspeakable evil operations on him.

Stop it, Jill.

The saint screamed with all her might——

"Look, Jeanne! This head, even among the heads I have loved so far, is the highest-level material!"

A head can be seen from the stripped cloth.

This head is—? ? ?

Confused.

Confused on both faces.

Three faces are stunned.

All four were confused.

Before the cloth was completely removed, the head, which had not yet seen its actual appearance, was completely blown apart.

Classmate Jill looked confused.

Fujimaru Tachika was watching this scene with great interest, but found that his companion, Mr. Fang Han, came to Gildrey's side in embarrassment at this time, put his arm around the shoulder of the marshal, and smiled very creepily.

Now, why did you, the audience, run onto the stage! !

Almost everyone present was roaring in their hearts.

Bearing the strange eyes of her master, Heizhen next to her looked at a loss.

Didn't you say you wanted to help yourself? Why did you come forward at this time? Could it be that what I said before "men like black" is all a lie? ?

Miss Heizhen, who didn't understand the situation, still kept her seductive smile, but stared at Jeanne d'Arc with cold emotion in her eyes.

That's very similar to the eyes of a snake that sees its prey.

Didn't you, what did you do with it? ? !

Poor god.

Ms. Zhen fair this time really doesn't know anything.

because.

This situation is completely something that Fang Han has thought about for the time being.

There was only one person present who saw it clearly.

That is Miss Tohsaka who gets along with Fang Han day and night.

No way, narcissistic big brother, you don't really think it's your head inside, do you? ?

No way, no way, no way, don't you really think that after spending a few days with these two clones of the saintesses who saved the country, they will put you in the softest place in your heart? ?

Yes.

no doubt.

Being able to be used as a secret weapon by Gilderrey to threaten the existence of the saint is definitely the existence that Joan of Arc, the ruler, cares most about.

To be honest, as the lord of the main palace, the eldest lady is very curious about the existence of that curtain.

However, after being intervened by Fang Han in this way, the unknown object that was originally used as a big move disappeared like this, and even the clues could not be seen from the drifting black mist.

however.

Fang Han's expression was very heavy.

Indeed, take precautions.

Although the occurrence of this scene is very similar to Shakespeare's evil taste in Fang Han's memory, using some of the most precious things of Joan of Arc in this world as a sacrifice, but in this Chigurh and Joan of Arc did not interact, even the poor Sister Ziggy still lacks something under the existence of...

Then, apart from a certain warm man surnamed Fang who didn't want to be named, I'm afraid there are no other candidates for the headshot.

This point, Fang Han thought very thoroughly.

Yes.

Moreover, it is time for this farce to come to an end.

"Ahem... Jeanne, why do you close your eyes, why do you want to avoid the truth."

Although I feel suspicious because the head exploded in my hand, this does not prevent our classmate Jill from continuing to brainwash the saint.

Yes, he wants to completely save Joan of Arc, this is a necessary step! !

"——This is simply too strange. As an existence serving the Lord, shouldn't you abandon everyone?"

It was an extremely cold, extremely lonely words.

Joan raised her head in a daze, and was further shocked by shock.

"...?"

The frenzied eyes were erased, and although it was gorgeous, it was not a strange and weird robe, and the posture of wearing a steel armor was exactly the appearance of the former Marshal - Gilles de Ray.

At this moment, the marshal returned to the last form in Joan's memory.

However, his cold eyes made Joan feel unspeakable anxiety.

"You are a saint. No matter what you think, that is an unchangeable fact. Because of this, no matter what kind of person you face, you will try your best to make a fair ruling and treat them in an equal way. Whether you treat It's the same for people as close as me, or for that hateful bard.

Whether you are facing me or facing him, you will try to show your honesty as a person. "

"Then... so what?"

Jill ignored the girl's fragile words.

"But there is one person who is the only exception. You are not showing honesty, but you have almost fanatical feelings for him. It is for him who I just killed. Although I don't know who he is, but in your heart clear……"

No, that's wrong.

Because that god's feelings don't belong to me——

No, it is possible that I forgot something!

"...It's not like this. You must have misunderstood something. I am a saint, and a saint will not place her faith on illusory feelings..."

Yes, under Jill's questioning, the originally noble and elegant saint showed an expression of doubting life and faith for the first time.

Jill smiled, very broadly.