Chapter 508: Holy King, Holy Lady, and Huntress

"This... is England?

Joan of Arc was also involved in the girls' nightmares. Now, she was walking on a street that was filled with the stench of biological decay.

This is the city where Jack the Ripper was born. The icy haze that almost froze people, the gloomy night - the revelation gave the answer not long ago.

Unknowingly, Joan of Arc had lost her armor, and she didn't have the holy flag she usually carried with her. However, she did not feel uneasy at all and continued to move forward openly.

She already had a rough idea of ​​these phantoms. As for how to get out of here—no, what to do to knock the opponent down, she was equally sure.

The moment she came into contact with the illusion, the dusty memories had awakened. Joan of Arc had confirmed that Jack the Ripper was the enemy who had repeatedly harassed them, so she must defeat him.

“Only by knocking it down can we move forward.”

The look in Jeanne's eyes after she made up her mind made people feel a strong will. It was a will as sharp as a blade and as strong as steel.

Like magnets attracting each other, girls with the same will and spirit, appearance and temperament met Jeanne again——

"You are...King Arthur!"

Discovering another target for the crusade, Jeanne d'Arc immediately put on a guarded posture and stared at Arturia, who was looking at her surroundings with a look of disappointment. When she heard her human voice, Da Mao came back to her senses and turned around. The hair discovered Joan of Arc.

"It's you, Ruler. Do you want to fight me when you and I are both defenseless?"

After hearing what she said, Jeanne realized that Arturia in front of her had also taken off her armor, but was wearing a close-fitting suit. Her so beautiful androgynous face made it difficult to judge her gender.

Compared to Jeanne, who was wearing coarse linen clothes and looked like a country girl, Arturia, who was wearing ordinary clothes, was a few steps ahead of her in terms of demeanor and behavior.

Damn it, I always feel like what if I lose, I feel like she is so noble...

Jeanne, who was a little depressed by herself, did not notice the dull look in her eyes. Arturia, who had returned to her clothes from World War III, stared at the mountains on Jeanne's chest, then lowered her head and glanced at her airport, her eyes Suddenly I felt hopeless.

Damn it, why am I not here at all? I remember the Saint of Orleans was only nineteen years old...

If she hadn't gotten rid of the curse of the tablet in her liberated form, Artoria would have been beaten to the point of squatting in a corner and drawing circles.

In a subtle atmosphere where both felt that they had 'lost to the other', Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria were silently envious for a while, and then they started communicating again, with a tone that was less explosive.

"I mean no harm, Jeanne. At least now we should work together."

"But at least you should tell me why Shuo Yue is with you and what happened?"

"This is an environment created by Jack the Ripper's resentment." Ignoring Shuo Yue's questions, Artoria said, "We need to purify the innocent souls of the children, and then..."

"Save/clear her."

The two blond girls made different decisions. After looking at each other, they chuckled because of the inexplicable harmonious atmosphere.

"Well, let's fight after we meet the real Jack the Ripper."

"Yes, before that, at least we have to clean up the innocent souls. It's up to you to do the purification. Saint of Orleans, you can trust me with your back."

"Well, I believe you."

After reaching cooperation in a few words, Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria stopped. At some point, countless children appeared one after another, staring at them with desperate eyes in the alleys, streets, and doorways.

——However, the Saint and the Saint King looked back without fear. It was a look full of murderous intent that a hero could not possibly cast on his victim.

The children took a step back in surprise, their looks different yet somehow unified with each other. All the children looked dirty, with dark colors in their eyes.

"What's wrong? You, who are not just anyone, have been given the name Jack the Ripper. Do you still want to run away?"

"...Why aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Why do I regard you as a terrifying existence? You are just some miserable victims." Arturia replied softly.

This is undoubtedly hell on earth. They are all embodying this fact. No matter how ruthless they are, once they are pushed into this hell, they will probably feel confused, frightened and trembled. This is precisely the inner world that serves as the origin of Jack the Ripper. It is the dark box garden that she shows to the world that embodies all kinds of ugliness in human nature.

"My Lady Saint."

"Lord Holy King."

"Please save us poor, very poor children. Save us, help us, give us a hand. Please, please, please—"

The children who rushed towards King Arthur and the Saint of Orleans all showed urgent expressions and begged them.

If she were a saint, she would definitely come to the rescue, and if she was a saint king, she would definitely provide relief. No, even if you are not of such a noble status, but an ordinary person with conscience, you should have some insights.

Although this was clearly the case, the two people standing in the center remained unmoved - not only that, neither Artoria nor Jeanne showed any wavering, sympathy or pity on their faces.

The saint solemnly declared:

"That I can't do. I can save lost children and purify souls who are attached to the world through prayer. But I can't save Jack the Ripper."

The Holy King took over the words:

"You have all been included in the legend of 'Him'. Jack the Ripper, the killer, is no one and no one. Can you still accurately distinguish the people you killed? You don't even know their names or faces. You just killed people to find your mother, right?"

Jack the Ripper killed at least five prostitutes.

Jack the Ripper dug out all the internal organs.

Jack the Ripper sent letters to the news agency.

Jack the Ripper was a doctor.

Jack the Ripper was a member of the royal family.

Jack the Ripper was an ordinary person who could be seen everywhere.

All of this is a lie, but it is also all true. Now that all the rumors and speculations are intertwined, it is an unreasonable problem beyond imagination to grasp his or her true face.

The Holy Grail must have tried to summon all the "Jack the Ripper" in various forms.

"Yes, you have been absorbed by "Jack the Ripper", so I can only defeat you, but cannot save you."

The Saint declared so, and the Holy King nodded. It was because she understood this that she cooperated with Jeanne to help little Jack completely eliminate his resentment before Avalon became ineffective.

After looking at Altria, Jeanne closed her eyes, put her hands together and began to pray.

"The Lord's grace is extremely deep, and his mercy is eternal..."

[The defeated and the aged, I will call back all of them. ]

"No! It's not like that, why, why..." The resentful spirits who sensed the crisis began to stir, but before that, Altria suddenly spoke:

"So, do you each have a name?"

This sentence was like a sword of victory that fell on their heads, and the children's breathing stopped. It was a taboo topic, and they had no names at all because they were aborted in the fetal stage.

They formed the existence of 'Jack the Ripper' in a group, and this existence is the reason why little Jack cannot grow up.

"You live in an uninhabited wilderness and don't know the direction to the road to survival."

[Trust me, learn from me, obey me. ]

The saint's prayer is still going on. Somewhere in the dark, the voice of the priest echoes the saint, but at this time a scream came from somewhere-

"Stop... Stop, Ruler...!!"

The arrow broke through the air, and Artoria quickly grabbed Jeanne and took her to avoid the attack. On the roof not far away, Atalanta aimed at her with a bow and arrow. Her right hand was stained with a turbid black, and it was obvious that she had been possessed by an evil spirit.

"What are you going to do, Archer of the red side." Artoria asked.

"You are, what do you want to do?!" Atalanta landed and blocked the children.

"They are children, still children! These children are not even evil, they are just victims! They are pitiful souls crushed by the irrationality of the world!"

The animal's ears are trembling, the pupils are trembling, the arms are trembling, and Atalanta's state shows her mental hysteria.

"It is obvious that this is the case, why did you kill them!?"