My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 434 Black Fortress, Joan of Arc appears

Before the morning star rose, Black's servants finally returned to the cold Milenia Castle to meet their leader among the kings.

Darnic was not there for some reason. Everyone who had been waiting for a long time showed a reassuring smile after seeing Siegfried and others return, but Vlad III did not smile. He looked at the team with an expression that was so sharp that it was almost cold. Rider waved after a moment.

"Tie Rider up and wait until he is punished."

Different from the original plot, because of the escape of the androids and the sacrifice of Saber, Astolfo shouldered much more responsibilities, so he was arrested when he returned to the castle, and was penetrated with rafter stakes by the angry Archduke and imprisoned. In the dungeon.

But this time, the artificial man who was 'suspected' to be the heart of the magic furnace was taken away by Shuoyue. What's more, Astolfo had merit in guarding Gold, and in a sense could escape from Black at any time. Therefore, Vlad III Attitudes towards him must also slow down.

Otherwise, what if Ah Fu gets impulsive and breaks away from Black completely? After Serenekai's death, Black no longer had a Command Seal to restrain him.

"Wait, Lord..."

As an accomplice hiding the androids, Chiron stepped forward and wanted to intercede for Astolfo, but the paladin stopped him with his eyes.

There is no point in splitting the camp into two for such a boring thing. I will be reprimanded and punished for this matter. If this can solve the problem, of course it would be great.

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

Rider understands the cause and effect of his punishment, and his behavior of escaping with the android is obviously detrimental to Black. In this case, as a king, Lancer of course needs a target to be punished. Then, as the object of punishment, there should be no one else but yourself.

Even though it was unreasonable, and even though he knew that he had done nothing wrong, Rider did not refuse to accept the punishment. On the way back here, he had already made such a plan.

The only thing Astolfo was worried about was that if Archer revealed that he was involved in releasing the androids, Vlad III might alienate Chiron.

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

So Astolfo, who was bound by magic, was taken away from the King's Room by the android attendants. Without waiting for Vlad III to say anything more, the door to the King's Room opened again, wearing a white-gold robe. , Danik, holding a scepter, led a girl into the king's room.

"Please, Lord Adjudicator, we, Black, welcome your visit."

Hearing this, Artoria was startled, thinking that her identity had been exposed, but she soon realized what was happening and raised her eyes to look at the girl at the door.

Wearing light armor, holding a holy flag in her hand, her beautiful and young face has the unique solemnity of a judge. If she takes off her silver forehead protector and lets her hair down, it will be hard not to remind Artoria of her girlhood. .

But as her eyes moved downward, Arturia quickly discovered the difference between Jeanne and herself, and her expression suddenly fell.

The size of the saint's chest is beyond the reach of the knight king... She can barely compete with a gun, but how can the adult form compare with that of a girl?
  "Fat, it's all fat..." Artoria muttered, and the resentment emanating from her body made Siegfried even take a step back.

As for Joan of Arc, facing the scrutinizing gazes of the Black team members, she walked up to the king without changing her expression. Because she was not a minister, she did not bow her head in salute, and the king was not moved by this.

"My name is Joan of Arc, and I was summoned as a Ruler in this Holy Grail War."

"Well, it is indeed worthy of trust for someone who believes in the same god to serve as the judge."

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

Facing Ruler's firm look, "Black" Lancer's lips showed a smile. Could it be that this is a joke made by a country girl?

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

Faced with Vlad III's question, Joan of Arc, who had been running all night but was always a step slower, did not use euphemisms and said bluntly:

"During the middle of the night, you had a battle with the red servants, right? The opponents were Rider (Achilles), Archer (Atalanta), Assassin (Sakutsu), and Berserker (Spartacus) s)."

"Sure, so what?"

"As a result, Rider, Archer and Assassin retreated, and Berserker fell into your hands in the form of capture - what happened after that?"

"..."

Chiron, Siegfried and Artoria present gave subtle reactions to Jeanne's question. No, it wasn't just him, the artificial people holding battle axes were also a little shaken.

However, the one who reacted stronger than anyone else was the Black Lancer, Vlad III.

"It's so 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. "I have said it 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 ending very well! You were betrayed by everyone, had everything taken away, 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 that I died with hatred, and thought 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's 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——"

I heard the Lord’s sigh——

Wail, sigh, whimper, mourn.

The world is spiraling straight towards hell, and no one can stop it. No, or... is that what hell is?
  How sad - the Lord lamented. People are not even allowed to live simply. They can either become wild beasts or become prey. They can only choose one.

The disputes never end, and blood continues to saturate 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 things that echo 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 enemies or my own people - I will definitely be laughed at by most people.

That's an appalling thing. For a country girl to single-handedly break into a battlefield full of human evils, 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 was it a sense of 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, it seems they are still 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. Lancer Black laughed happily at her sarcastic words.

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

"It's true. I also have to investigate what the red side is planning, although I don't intend to be their enemy..."

"It would be a different matter if you were attacked."

"……indeed so."

"Then I just pray that the red side is a group of stupid guys who want to take your life." After Black Lancer said this, he laughed again.

After a brief moment of madness, the king's grace once again returned to Vlad III. Joan of Arc stared at him silently for a while, and after confirming that no more information could be obtained, she left.

"Wait a minute." Danik called to Joan of Arc before she went out.

"The Grand Duke and Saber are busy and cannot talk. Let Assassin explain what happened next to you on the road."

Assassin…

Jeanne turned her head away, looked at the black robe swaying quietly among the kings, and nodded slowly.

"Well, thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)