Chapter 510: Jeanne D'Arc Is Defeated, and Daima Awakens

After Atalanta left, the only ‘outsider’ left here was Jeanne, and facing this saint, Shuoyue fell into silence.

It was helpless. Even if Shuoyue was as thoughtful as she was, she did not expect Jeanne and Atalanta to come in at this moment, and she had no suitable response plan at all.

This kind of thing should have been thought about in the illusion, but Liudao Lingxia’s black magician card was connected to Shuoyue, and once it was broken, it would sound an alarm. It was precisely because he knew that Liudao Lingxia, as an ordinary person, could not stay in the illusion for too long that he directly activated the baptism chant and directly destroyed the illusion.

His hasty action not only lost the right time to enlighten Atalanta, but also had no room for buffer, so he had to face Jeanne’s doubts.

As a person who switched to the black side, he still gathered with the enemies of the red side. This iron-clad fact was enough for Jeanne to guess.

Although I still want at least one person to monitor one side of the camp to avoid accidents, it seems that I have to withdraw early now...

Sighing inwardly, Shuoyue coughed lightly and looked up at Joan of Arc.

"Don't you have anything to say, Ruler?"

"..."

"Saint Joan of Arc?"

"..."

Strange... Shuoyue frowned and looked up and down at Joan of Arc, who was standing still like a wooden clapper.

Even if he was shocked by the fact that he betrayed, he shouldn't be so silent, right? Speaking of which, has this stupid saint been in this state since I appeared?

Shuoyue could feel that Joan of Arc was looking at him, but she was not just looking at him. The morning sun rose from the sky, facing the upright back of the British gentleman, illuminating the brilliant blonde hair of the French girl. Even the colorful clouds in the sky could not find a color more shy than the girl's face.

"Lord Shuoyue, that..." Artoria could feel a wave of heat coming towards her, a heat different from that of the sun. "Although I don't quite understand, Miss Jeanne seems a little excited."

Excited? A question mark popped up on Shuoyue's forehead.

I haven't even admitted it yet. Is the possibility of returning to the red side enough to make Jeanne so angry? She can't even speak?

But don't underestimate Dai Mao's intuition. She is right. Jeanne is indeed in a state of excitement at this time. Leticia, who is in her soul, is almost drowned by the saint's muttering.

"So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, why is God so handsome ah ah ah ah——!"

This is not a reserved and gentle saint. She is even more fanatical than Astolfo, whose reason evaporated!

Just like the Best Match in Kamen Rider Build, when Shuoyue changed into British clothes, the law of victory was already determined.

As a simple girl from France in the 14th century, Joan of Arc could not resist the elegance of Europe after countless generations of evolution, the uncrowned king of the clothing kingdom - suits.

The sunset filled the streets, the breeze blew on his face, the assassin took off his simple robe, put on a slim dark suit, and matched it with an Erst coat, which made him look particularly calm and elegant. His diamond-like rainbow blue eyes and thick and neat white hair showed his gentlemanly temperament to the fullest.

It's hard to say for others, but for Joan of Arc, this is the best combination.

"What's going on? Shuoyue just changed her clothes! Why is it so, so eye-catching!"

The girl's heart was screaming. Joan of Arc, who always held herself to the standard of a saint, was at a loss for the first time and almost forgot to think under Shuoyue's gaze.

"Miss Saint, Miss Saint! Calm down!" Leticia tried to clear her head of screams and stuck her head out, "You don't want Shuoyue to suspect that you are a fool who is obsessed with love, commonly known as a love-brained person!"

Love-brained? ! Joan of Arc suddenly woke up.

How can this be! I am a saint, Joan of Arc! It is too shameless to be obsessed with love!

What's more, there are people watching me, and they are from the red side, and they are suspicious people who communicate with Shuoyue privately!

"Ahem." Joan of Arc coughed lightly, glanced at Shuoyue quickly, and then looked away and said, "I do have something to ask you, about clothes... No, what are you doing here tonight?"

Clothes? Shuoyue patted his suit in doubt, but still ignored Jeanne's slip of the tongue and said frankly: "It has nothing to do with you."

"That's good... eh?"

Jeanne widened her eyes, suspecting that she had heard wrong: "It has nothing to do with... me?"

"Well, I have been in contact with Sixth Director Lingxia for a long time." Shuoyue pursed his lips and forced a smile, trying to get away with it. "This time I came to Sighisoara to fulfill the contract. As for the details, I'm sorry, I can't say."

This is the best way Shuoyue thought of temporarily. As long as she puts on an appropriate mysterious attitude, Jeanne will be embarrassed to continue speaking. She will only imagine the reasons and possibilities for Shuoyue's doing so, and will not directly attribute Shuoyue to the red side.

And even if it is a private investigation, the time spent is enough to delay until the decisive battle.

Thinking of this, Shuoyue secretly glanced at Jeanne's stiff expression and sighed inwardly.

But as expected... even I think this reason is lame.

It's strange, I can think of thousands of plans to deceive the saint, but when it comes to face to face, I can't say it no matter what.

Forget it, I'd better be prepared to be exposed.

Just when Shuoyue closed his eyes and was about to be killed, he heard the other side stammering:

"Yes... yes, there is nothing we can do about it, um, um, I understand."

"...?"

This time, not only Sakutsu, but also Artoria looked at the girl next to her, surprised by her reply.

What's going on, girl? You are the judge.

But for Joan of Arc, her ability to organize sentences smoothly and give a reply is already the greatest reserve of a referee.

"He is smiling at me! Leticia, did you see it? Shuo Yue smiled, he has me in his heart! What should I do? Is my expression weird?"

It's more than just strange, Lord Jeanne... Leticia held her forehead, the look of slackness at the corners of her mouth but she was trying to hold it in, and the facial muscles that kept twitching, it was strange that the abnormality was not noticed!

I can't bear it anymore, let me save the saint!

However, when this expression of Joan of Arc fell into Shuo Yue's eyes, a deeper misunderstanding arose.

Is this, this expression, really so angry that you can't even pretend? Is this matter so worth being angry about?

As if a 'ding dong' sound came from somewhere, the stiff expression on Joan's face suddenly changed. She covered her lips with her hands, adjusted for a moment and then lowered her arms. What was displayed in front of everyone was a perfect lady's style... …Fake laugh.

"Then, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye, everyone."

Without waiting for a response, Joan of Arc turned around and disappeared around the corner of the street step by step. After a while, the sound of rapid running reached Shuo Yue's ears.

"Sure enough...are you angry?" There was a trace of guilt on the young man's face.

"No, maybe that's not the case, Mr. Shuo Yue." Artoria thought thoughtfully. She didn't have the same subjective judgment as Shuo Yue. Instead, she made some guesses about Joan's condition, "Maybe it's because of other reasons? "

For example, dressing up... It's really rare to see Shuo Yue dressed up like this. Even in the most formal moments, she was just wearing a suit.

Thinking like this, Artoria couldn't help but look up and down Shuo Yue's clothes. Facts have proved that Juan Fu's dressing level is second to none as is his detective skills.

Although Merlin is a piece of trash, there is a saying that is true, people are only as good as their clothes... But it is really rare for that child to lose his temper like this.

Ah, if it were me, what would I think Shuo Yueqing would look good on?

With such divergent thinking, the door called 'Shuoyue Nuannuan' opened in the mind of Du Mao.

The silver and white armor looks perfect, the purple battle armor is also ideal, the blue and white striped casual clothes, the black and gold suit, and now this look...

Ah, is it too much?

Arturia suddenly realized, but at this time, Shuo Yue had already put aside her worries about Jeanne and walked towards the sixth director Lingxia.

"How's it going? Are there any questions?"

After losing the replacement card of the black magician, the sixth director Lingxia had to convert her life force into magic power to supply little Jack. At this time, she looked a little pale, but she smiled with a sense of peace of mind.

"Little Jack is fine, and of course I will be fine too."

"Well, Mom..." After hearing Lingxia's gentle voice, the silver-haired girl groaned and opened her eyes slightly, but fell asleep again amid Lingxia's soft hum.

The light in Shuo Yue's eyes flashed, and he could see that after getting rid of the resentment, Little Jack seemed to be being completed in some new way. Under the blessing of Avalon, they didn't have to worry about Little Jack failing or changing. As a new evil spirit, everything is developing in a good direction.

The young girl in her mother's arms is the biggest reward that even the Heroic Soul Seat has rewritten through their joint efforts.

"Let me see." Shuo Yue's face was soft, and she reached out to hug her, but Lingxia stepped back and avoided Shuo Yue's arm.

"You are very upset right now, Shuo Yue."

The woman who had been rescued by Shuo Yue smiled and pointed out Shuo Yue's mood directly.

"...This is none of your business, Lingxia."

"But no matter what, it is always bad to drive a girl away. Ah, don't tell me anything about being anxious to see little Jack. You and I both know that there are many ways to coax her away - your heart, Are you shaken?"

Shaken? Really shaken.

I want to take off my disguise, but I am worried that she will become an obstacle to seizing the Holy Grail; I want to be ruthless, but I cannot be indifferent.

Just like Kiritsugu who has Irisviel and Soichiro Kuzuki who has Medea, he has weaknesses, but he can accept the world more softly - I don't know whether this is good or bad.

Shuo Yue was silent, but Ling Xia took this opportunity and continued: "Don't hurt the girls' hearts, especially after you, Mr. Shuo Yue, have already settled in their hearts."

"...I understand, I will comfort Jeanne and Atalanta." Shuo Yue said dullly. He lost the mood to talk, nodded to Artoria, turned and left, and the sixth director Lingxia Looking at Shuo Yue's back, there was a hint of cunning in her smile.

The person hidden in your soul is right. The tenderness in your bones cannot be changed, Mr. Shuoyue...

In Lingxia's arms, little Jack whispered softly.

"Dad...come on."

dad?

Sixth Director Lingxia raised her head in surprise and found Artoria looking at each other with the same expression, and lowered her voice:

"Did you hear that? Little Jack can say daddy!"

"She's learning new things, she's learning... growing."

Sixth Director Lingxia's arms were trembling. She didn't have any panic even though she was trapped in the fog, but her eyes were full of tears at this time. It was relief and gratitude.

She risked her life, abandoned the magician's card, and was almost killed by resentment... However, all the sacrifices were rewarded at this moment.

Altria smiled and watched the great mother sobbing. The crystal tears were like the most beautiful gems in the world, which made the pure-hearted Saint King envious.

If her own... could be like this, it would be such a happy thing.

In a trance, Altria seemed to see a blonde child, showing her a smile full of dependence. She couldn't help but reach out her hand, but she touched the cheek of Liudao Lingxia.

"Hmm?" The woman was a little puzzled, until Daimao hurriedly withdrew his hand, she showed a gentle smile.

"Let's go, Altria, is it time to return to the sky garden. Or do you want to play in Sighisoara for another day? We have plenty of time."

Plenty of time? A thunderbolt passed through Altria's mind, and she widened her eyes, as if she had thought of a good idea.

"Thank you for reminding me, Lingxia, we do have other things to do."

"Hmm?"

In front of Lingxia who tilted her head in confusion, Artoria lowered her head and looked at the sleeping little Jack in her arms, but another golden and red rebellious figure was reflected in the depths of her eyes.

"Teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is also teaching..."

"What are you talking about, Artoria?"

"Nothing... By the way, do you know where Red Saber and her master are stationed?"

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Take off your suit coat and put on Hades' black robe. The new moon flies in the dim morning light until his figure is stretched into a line.

Following Atalanta's breath, he has left Sighisoara and even the black territory at this time. In front of his sight, there are uneven ridges, windbreaks spreading along the lines, ancient warehouse mills and windmills, and a starry sky in the farthest distance.

There has never been such a bright starry sky, so bright that all the stars seem to be right in front of you. The moist water vapor sticks to your eyelashes, and when you blink, you can even reflect the light of the morning star, as if the starry sky reaches out to you and wipes away your lost tears.

Just as Shuoyue stared straight at the morning sky, his feet suddenly stopped, and then began to fall.

Atalanta's last breath was in the forest ahead.

The heart-wrenched huntress finally chose the forest where she was nurtured and grew up, healing her soul in the dream of Arcadia.

Stepping into the forest, Shuoyue saw a closer starry sky. The glimmer reflected on the surface of the gurgling stream was brighter than the stars, and a reed was floating in the wind not far away.

The smell and sound of dawn are amazingly rich. The breeze will tell everyone that the soil and plants really have fragrance. The insects that poked their heads out of the soil early, the sound is hidden and hidden, like a symphony entering a slow beat.

But Shuoyue could clearly discern that in the deep ensemble, there was a girl crying softly, and the crying was clearly full of grief and abandonment, as if the nightmare of the past had once again enveloped her, leaving her no way to escape.

She was indeed redeemed by the moon god in Arcadia and raised by a mother bear, but the girl would never forget how her father abandoned her in the deserted forest with his cold and ruthless hands.

——Just like the young man who cut off his ties with her so decisively.

In the end, he still didn't keep any happiness.

Kill him, can't do it, kill him, can't do it, kill him, can't do it.

So, run away, the farther the better, until he can't see or reach it.

In this way, you can forget that memory and regain the handsome appearance of the first female hunter in Greece...

Footsteps sounded, and when Atalanta turned around with tears on her face, she saw the familiar figure.

"Good morning, Atalanta, I'm here."