Chapter 545 The Decisive Battle Begins

"In other words, are you finally relieved, Archer?"

In the flower garden of the sky garden, two beautiful girls were communicating. Joan looked at Atalanta, who looked calm, breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled brightly.

"That's great."

They were talking about the foggy city of London. When faced with the resentment of countless children, Atalanta chose to protect, while Joan of Arc chose to purify. The conflict between the two was once out of control, and then they lacked opportunities to communicate due to various things. , I didn’t have time to talk until now.

"Don't be too happy, Ruler. My change has nothing to do with you. It's because that guy Shuo Yue kept pestering me that I reluctantly changed my mind." Ta Miao snorted coldly, arrogantly, "It's just that, we are waiting now The relationship between them is still that of rivals—but in another sense.”

"In another sense?" Joan showed a puzzled expression. Seeing this, Atalanta leaned into her ear and described in detail what happened after falling off the cliff. Accompanied by the 'depressing sound' in her ears, the girl's eyes widened like a wet puppy, her breathing became heavier, and a bright red color climbed up her neck, spreading along her cheeks to her earlobes——

"You, you, you, you, what are you saying all of a sudden!?"

"Huh? Isn't this a normal thing?" Atalanta's animal ears shook and she said in surprise, "Men love women and they reproduce. Isn't this the natural law of human beings?"

"That, that, that kind of thing is so shameless to do during the Holy Grail War and I have no partner in the first place... No, that's not right! Ahhhh, really, calm down!"

Joan of Arc shook her hands vigorously, and then slapped her cheeks again.

"Anyway, anyway! Although this has nothing to do with me, what about Leticia... Yes, if you have done that kind of thing with Sakuyue, what about Laetitia! She also likes Sakuyue. !”

"What are you talking about, Holy Maiden?" Leticia raised her pink fist and protested deep in her soul. At the same time, Atalanta looked up and down at the red-faced Saint with strange eyes.

Is this because of... shyness?

In her time, it was rare to see such an innocent girl. She was deceived by something that was obvious to the people around her.

Well, it's really cute.

Ta Miao inexplicably felt that this saint was very pleasing to her eyes. She smiled and said: "Forget it, you just don't regret it when the time comes. Let's get back to the topic. After listening to Shuo Yue's ideals, you seem to have been greatly influenced. It’s a blow.”

Joan of Arc remained silent and did not speak, and Atalanta did not care, minding her own business:

"In this case, you might as well guess why I am here?"

"Yes, that's right!" Joan of Arc then realized. If Atalanta, that...likes Shuo Yue, even if she doesn't fight with him, she shouldn't stand on his opposite side, right?

"Well, although I am indeed not interested in humans or the future, but since the master who summoned me has been killed, I should also fight against the murderer." Ta Miao explained, "What's more, I don't think Amakusa If He Shuoyue's ideal can succeed, no one can save mankind, and mankind does not need to be saved."

"If you don't agree, then join the other side. This is the reason why I stand here. It's very simple, right?"

"But, what would he think..."

"You mean Shuo Yue?" Atalanta chuckled, "Haven't you noticed yet? That young man's love is different from the heroes we know. It is not a blind possession, and it is not like a cage. The person who is pressed is suffocated. If I have to use a metaphor... Yes, although it is a bit presumptuous to say this, he is like the moon. "

"The moon... what does it mean?" Joan of Arc wondered, while Atalanta shook her head gently and did not explain further. She just raised her head and let her pretty face be gently captured by the waxing moon.

It was the silver moonlight flowing on the roof, charming and affectionate, as if it could attract anyone deeply. It once fell on the window edge of the boudoir, decorating the girl's dreamland; it also reflected the dew at night, crystal clear, like the eyes of a homeless person chasing love.

No traveler will refuse that feeling. As long as you stay by his side, your soul and body will become lighter; no matter how far you travel, the moonlight will always be with you and never leave.

May the moonlight shine on you.

"Let it go, Ruler." Atalanta finally said, "As lovers, as people who love him, shouldn't we show him our best side?"

"Our will, ideals and choices are the reason for this love."

Joan of Arc looked at Atalanta. The civet-like girl hunter smiled, her eyes as gentle as water, jumping with the joy of love. Joan of Arc knew where this relationship was going, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Wild, unrestrained, and unreserved, that is Atalanta's love, but it is definitely not the saint's way of survival.

but--

Facing the cool moonlight, the French saint girl already understood what she should do.

"You are right, Archer. I am the arbiter of this war. I am here for the order of the Holy Grail War. Since I have chosen this path, I should not have any unnecessary confusion."

After the fog was cleared, Jeanne's eyes shone like amethyst.

"I will use my own way to tell Shuo Yue what the right path is."

"Oh." Atalanta nodded and said suddenly, "So you still think that the person who likes New Moon is Leticia?"

"Ah... this, that..." The aura of the saint collapsed, and Joan of Arc's face turned red again in an instant, as delicious as a freshly picked apple, and whispered, "Don't bully me, Atalanta."

Ta Miao smiled without saying anything, and was about to continue teasing Joan of Arc in this state, but suddenly, Joan of Arc was stunned, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face, and then her temperament changed, and the stern judge took a step and walked towards the king's room.

"What's wrong?"

"Saber..." Jeanne frowned, "Black Saber, Siegfried is out."

"This news is very important, I'll go discuss it with Fiore and the others now!"

At this moment, a thin man with white hair slowly appeared from the other end of the road. Karna looked at Jeanne in a hurry and said calmly: "Ruler, I have something to talk to you about."

"Sorry, I have something urgent to do now..."

"Although it's presumptuous, this matter has also been approved by Father Amakusa and Miss Fiore."

"...Okay, please come with me, Red Lancer"

"Thank you very much."

After saying goodbye to Atalanta, Jeanne and Karna disappeared at the end of the flower garden. It is worth mentioning that on the way to the King's Room, Jeanne also glimpsed the door of Red Saber's room open, and the rebellious knight Mordred sat on the bed, with a long sword across his knees, looking dazed.

Is it her illusion? The treasure in Mordred's hand feels a little familiar...?

No, now is not the time to think about these. Jeanne shook her head and quickened her pace.

The Lord's revelation warned her that something irreversible was happening... no, it had already happened.

After watching them leave, Atalanta turned and walked in another direction, her eyes flickering and she fell into deep thought.

This was the problem she suddenly realized when she was talking to Jeanne.

Let her return to the red side, cut off Avisbronn, let the original giant Adam be destroyed, actively give both sides a chance to breathe, entrust the Six-Guide Reika to the enemy, and reverse the Knight King (Alter) who had accompanied him until now, and even Siegfried was eliminated for unknown reasons...

Judging from the results, the blue side now only has two combat forces left, Shuoyue and Altria Alter.

Her lover, Shuoyue, may not even realize that his actions seem to show a certain tendency -

that is self-destruction.

The huntress walked hurriedly, her footsteps echoing in the corridor, she passed her room and came to the prison where she was under house arrest, Shakespeare's study.

Although she was unwilling, the person who knew the story of the New Moon the most was not her, but this fun-oriented guy. He should know everything about the young man.

The door was knocked open, and Atalanta walked in.

If it was Shakespeare, the great writer who wrote about people's hearts, perhaps he could see something more profound-

But at this moment, two figures came into view. Atalanta looked past Shakespeare who was smiling awkwardly and looked at the young man leaning against the window, admiring the beautiful scenery of the courtyard. She couldn't believe it:

"New Moon...?"

Hearing Atalanta's call, the young man slowly turned around, and the oppressive feeling from the upper fantasy species spread out, which frightened the girl so much that she couldn't help but tense her body vigilantly, but she couldn't move, and could only watch New Moon approaching her.

One step, two steps, three steps... The moonlight disappeared, and the shadow covered Atalanta's panicked face.

"Why are you here... um!"

Accompanied by Shakespeare's suppressed excitement, Shuoyue leaned over and bit the girl's lips. The hot air hit her face, and Ta Miao's mind was dizzy. Her delicate body softened immediately, allowing the young man to take whatever he wanted.

The moonlight flowed quietly, reflecting the figures of lovers hugging each other, but it was like a dragon enjoying his treasure.

It was unknown how long it had been. When Shuoyue finally let go, Atalanta had fallen asleep in a daze. The young man gently stroked her cheek and brushed her hair. The shadow of the imaginary number rose from the darkness, turned into a ribbon to wrap the girl, and slowly sank into the unknown space.

After the last tenderness, Shuoyue brushed his lips with his fingertips, smiled sadly, and then turned around and looked at Shabi, whose eyes were shining and was recording something quickly. His tone was as calm as ever.

"How is it, can you still hold on?"

"Of course, our perseverance is just for this moment!" Shakespeare sat on the mahogany hat chair and waved his hand happily, "Go, go and lift the red silk of the last scene! We can't wait! I wish you good luck in military affairs!"

Shuoyue looked at Shakespeare who still refused to get up, bowed silently, then took a step back and disappeared into the layers of shadows. Only after confirming the departure of the young man did Shakespeare's smile fade. He narrowed his eyes and sighed in a low voice.

"Love makes people become obedient, and suddenly they become gentle... It's really a classic and wonderful story."

The hand holding the pen fell naturally, through the trouser legs, and fell on the chair, making a crisp sound, like a sigh, and like announcing the end of the stage.

Outside the study, a violent explosion sounded, and the young man's clear voice resounded in the dark night:

"Blue Assassin, Shuoyue, asks for your advice."

"This is the final battle, everyone on the black side and the red side!"

Ahem, let me tell you something. I have an exam the day after tomorrow, and I need to use today and tomorrow to review, so I need to take two days off... Do you understand?

I definitely didn't get stuck here on purpose (escape)