Chapter 433 Black Castle, Jeanne's Appearance

Chapter 434 Black Fortress, Jeanne's Appearance

Before the morning star rose, the Black Fortress' servants finally returned to the cold Mirenia Fortress and met their leader in the King's Chamber.

Danik was not there for some reason. After seeing Siegfried and others return, the people who had been waiting for a long time all smiled with relief, but Vlad III did not smile. He stared at Rider in the team with a sharp and almost cold expression, and waved his hand after a moment.

"Tie up Rider and wait for his fate."

Different from the original plot, Astolfo had much more responsibility for the escape of the android and the sacrifice of Saber, so he was arrested when he returned to the fortress, and was pierced by the furious archduke with rafters and imprisoned in the dungeon.

But this time, it was only the android who was "suspected" to be the core of the magic furnace that was taken away by the New Moon. Moreover, Astolfo had made great contributions in protecting Gold, and in a sense, he could leave the Black Fortress at any time, so Vlad III's attitude towards him must also be slowed down.

Otherwise, what if Alfu gets impulsive and completely leaves the Black Side? After Serenike's death, the Black Side has no command seal to restrain him.

"Wait, Lord..."

As an accomplice of the hidden android, Chiron stepped forward and wanted to plead for Astolfo, but the Paladin stopped him with his eyes.

There is no point in splitting the camp in two for such a boring thing. I will accept the reprimand and punishment for this matter. If this can solve the problem, it would be great.

Astolfo's eyes clearly revealed such a willingness to sacrifice.

Rider understood the cause and effect of his punishment. His behavior of running away with the android was obviously not good for the Black Side. In this case, Lancer, as the king, certainly needs a target to be punished. Then, as the target of punishment, there should be no one other than himself.

Although this is unreasonable, and although he knows that he has done nothing wrong, Rider did not refuse to accept the punishment. On the way back here, he had already made such a plan.

Astolfo was only worried about one thing. If Archer revealed that he was also involved in letting the android go, Vlad III might alienate Chiron.

The war was about to begin, and it would be troublesome if there was a dispute between the king and the military advisor. If only one reckless knight was punished, it would not cause the battle line to collapse completely.

So Astolfo, who was bound by magic, was taken away from the king's room by the android servants, and before Vlad III could say anything more, the door of the king's room opened again, and Danik, wearing a white and gold robe and holding a scepter, led a girl into the king's room.

"Please come in, Lord Judge, we, the Black Side, welcome your visit."

Hearing this, Artoria was startled and thought her identity was exposed, but she soon reacted and looked up at the girl at the door.

Wearing light armor and holding the holy flag, her beautiful and young face was solemn, like a judge. If she took off her silver forehead protector and let her hair down, it would be hard not to remind Artoria of her girlhood.

But as her eyes moved down, Artoria soon discovered the difference between Jeanne and her, and her expression collapsed.

The size of the saint's chest was something that she, the knight king, could not even compare with... She could barely compete with her when she was holding a gun, but how could an adult form compare with a girl?

"Fat, all fat..." Artoria muttered, and the resentment emanating from her body made Siegfried take a step back.

And Jeanne, facing the scrutiny of the black team members, walked to the king without changing her expression. Because she was not a subject, she did not bow her head to salute, and the king was not moved by this.

"My name is Jeanne, and I was summoned as the Ruler in this Holy Grail War."

"Well, it is indeed trustworthy for someone who believes in the same God to serve as the judge."

"... Because we believe in the same God, I hope you understand that my purpose is to maintain justice."

Facing the firm eyes of the Ruler, the corners of the "black" Lancer's mouth showed a smile. Did he think this was a joke said by a country girl?

"It's almost dawn now. First of all, please explain your purpose, Judge."

Faced with Vlad III's questioning, Jeanne, who had been running all night but was always a step slower, did not hesitate and said directly:

"In the middle of the night, you fought with the red servants, right? The other side was Rider (Achilles), Archer (Atalanta), Assassin (New Moon) and Berserker (Spartacus)."

"Indeed, so what?"

"In the end, Rider, Archer and Assassin retreated, and Berserker fell into your hands as a capture - what happened after that?"

"..."

Chiron, Siegfried and Artoria who were present reacted slightly to Jeanne's question. No, it was not just him, the android holding the battle axe also had a little hesitation.

However, the one who reacted more strongly than anyone else was the black Lancer, Vlad III.

"It's really unpleasant."

Just by saying such a sentence, the king was immediately filled with murderous intent. Although it is an unreasonable behavior like a child throwing a tantrum, its power is enough to match the suppression weapons of a wide area. Faced with this murderous aura, Ruler endured it calmly.

Compared with the malice she felt when she asked to see Prince Charles in Chinon as a village girl and when she was interrogated as a prisoner, this time was nothing. After all, at that time, if there was anything suspicious about his actions, he would be killed immediately.

"If you don't want to answer, there is nothing you can do. The matter ends here. I will then conduct the investigation myself."

Just when she was about to turn around and leave, Lancer's murderous intent suddenly slowed down.

"Sorry, it seems I went a little too far in joking." After the initial temptation, Vlad III knocked on the throne and stated his purpose:

"Then, Ruler, let me get straight to the point. What we are facing is the enemy of the Magic Association and the Church, and they are also entities with murderous intentions towards you. Therefore, I hope you can become our fighting force. Think of it this way. It should be a natural thing, right?”

The topic seemed to be getting heated, and Jeanne frowned.

"As I said before, I am Ruler. I am the absolute arbiter of this war summoned by the Holy Grail... I have my own purpose, and that is not to stand on the same front as you."

"Don't you have any wishes? Since you were summoned by the Holy Grail, you should also have your own wishes, right?"

"That's not the case. One of the qualifications for accepting the call as a judge is that you have no desire for this world."

After hearing these words, the Servants were all shaken, especially after understanding the story of the holy girl in front of them, it was difficult for anyone to believe that she had no wishes.

Lancer punched the armrest of the chair as if feeling anxious. He stood up and shouted loudly, as if to show his old rage:

"Joan of Arc Darhk, I know your fate very well! You were betrayed by everyone, had everything taken away from you, and finally died a violent death. It is impossible for you to have no wishes! Answer me quickly, there is no room for falsehood!"

If the murderous intent just now was a wide-range suppressive weapon, then every sentence spoken now is as sharp as an iron stake. Once you tell a lie or fail to gain the approval of the Grand Duke, your body will probably be pierced immediately.

Even in such a sinister atmosphere, the Saint of France remained unmoved and said in a quiet voice that was enough to suppress his momentum:

"I didn't. Everyone thought I died with hatred, thinking that I must be eager for revenge or redemption. But - the life I have lived has a sense of fulfillment that only I know. Although it is not It's not something that everyone agrees with, but at least I don't have any regrets about my life, and I don't have any hopes for the Holy Grail. If anything, I just hope that this Holy Grail War can be on the normal track. Just keep going.”

“You have been abandoned by God and you still say such things?”

"That is a stupid idea. The Lord will not abandon us. No, the Lord will never abandon anyone. The reason why we pray is to heal the Lord's sorrow. Yes, I am indeed——"

Hearing the sigh of the Lord——

Wail, sigh, whimper, mourn.

The world is spiraling towards hell, and no one can stop it. No, or... is it supposed to be hell?

How sad - the Lord lamented. People are not even allowed to live simply. They must either become wild beasts or become prey. They can only choose one.

The disputes never end, and blood continues to soak the earth.

That’s why the Lord lamented, and I heard His voice, the extremely weak voice that was difficult for anyone to detect.

This is a very clear thing. Listening to that voice and doing something that echoes it means that you have to give up everything you have until now.

You must give up your lifestyle as a simple villager, and you must give up the joy of being loved by others. There is no reward for doing so. Whether it’s my enemy or one of my own—I will definitely be laughed at by most people.

That was an appalling thing. For a country girl to single-handedly break into a battlefield full of human evil, that is simply not what a normal person would do.

But the Lord is weeping.

I... must not be able to bear this feeling, nor can I turn a blind eye to it.

In order to stop the Lord from crying and to give Him the greatest comfort, I will challenge the hell of this world.

Put on your armor, hang up your sword, raise your flag—give me your life.

Yes, the revelation I received from the Lord was not glory and victory, nor duty and mission. The Lord was merely sighing in sorrow.

Therefore, at least you, who have received this revelation, should eliminate the causes of sighing for the Lord.

Flanders III stared at Joan of Arc silently for a while, and finally shook his head and sat down.

"Even though they believe in the same god, they still seem to be incompatible."

"Even though I believe in the same god, there are people who will burn me at the stake. This is natural."

Ruler replied calmly. At her sarcastic words, Black Lancer laughed happily.

"... Then there is nothing we can do. However, it is also true that the Red Servant is targeting your life. We just want to win you over, but the other side doesn't seem to think so."

"That's right. I must also investigate what the Red Servant is planning, although I don't intend to be their enemy..."

"If you are attacked, it will be another matter."

"... That's true."

"Then I will pray that the Red Servant is a group of stupid guys who want to take your life." Black Lancer said this and laughed again.

After a brief frenzy, the grace of the king returned to Vlad III again. Joan of Arc silently watched him for a long time, and after confirming that she could not get more information, she said goodbye and left.

"Wait." Before Joan of Arc left, Danic stopped her.

"The Archduke and Saber are busy and can't talk. Let Assassin explain what happened next on the way."

Assassin...

Joan of Arc turned her head away, looked at the black robe swaying quietly between the kings, and nodded slowly.

"Thank you very much, then."