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Do you think you can't smell the strange smell on her body?

She lived in the forest before her death, so she is extremely sensitive to smell.Obviously Ruler is a saint, but her body is full of men's smell. Even if she tried to cover it up with toiletries, she couldn't escape the smell of her nose. It was clearly the smell mixed with men after having sex.

This kind of unfaithful saint, even if she was still indulging in sensuality in the final battle, how can she be said to be neutral now.

It just makes people feel sick, right?

Atalanta suddenly said, "You just lost your virginity, Ruler."

Last time Atalanta observed that the body she was attached to was at least suitable.

But Ruler himself, as a neutral person, does not have a Master—there is no possibility of replenishing magic at all. Once she loses her virginity, she can only say that she has gained love in this world, or that she has felt hunger and thirst in five hundred years.

Now that she is obsessed with her own image, there is really no need to pretend, Atalante snorted inwardly.

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the great hall, and Joan of Arc stood stiffly. I saw that her calm expression turned red from the skin at the neckline, all the way up to the roots of her ears.

Seeing her appearance, Atalanta showed an expression of "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the smell".

"That's not me..." Joan of Arc whispered with a blushing face.

Even though she pretended to be calm, she still inevitably felt strange and awkward about this kind of topic.Before she was alive, she chose to be an ordinary wife or go to the battlefield for the sake of the country. In fact, she has already explained the answer at this moment. She can hold a strong belief in the battlefield, but she has never considered such a thing.

"Since the spirit you are attached to in the present world is one with human beings, it is only natural..."

"Stop talking!" Joan of Arc stopped Atalanta from continuing.

That wasn't her, because she was influenced by Weston at the moment of the arrival of France, and her own spirit form and Leticia's spirit form definitely didn't merge into one, but instead switched types.

"You don't need to be guilty, and I won't look down on you if you admit it generously." Atalanta said.On the contrary, it wasn't the other party's hypocrisy that aroused her disgust.But now there is no need for hostility between the two sides, and she doesn't mind letting go of the past.

"It's not like this..." This is definitely not a guilty conscience, it's just the 'pre-battle buff' embarrassing thing that Leticia did after the meeting in the morning. She watched the whole process unavoidably in her body.Her blushing was because she was embarrassed to be discovered as an observer, not because she was involved in the incident.

He quietly glanced at the embarrassed Weston. This person also made it clear that he would not be interested in country people like her. I hope there is no misunderstanding.In that case, it would create a rift between him and Leticia, right?

【My lord saint, I actually don’t care...】

(I have never said that I am a saint, and it is my psychic attached to your body, not me, who did such a thing. Leticia!)

【Yes Yes Yes.I know! 】

The voice in her heart made Joan unable to explain, and her thoughts fell into a sluggish moment. She took a deep breath and said to Weston in a serious tone: "Please believe me."

She is not good at dealing with such things at all, and she was shocked by the bold speech to Leticia. Has modern society opened up to this extent?

Covered by the blond hair, no color could be seen clearly in the pupils, and Weston felt awkward standing aside, and he felt that the aura of Joan's blackening was spreading towards him.

"Well, there is no need to pursue such matters." Weston nodded.

In fact, one body and two souls may be more interesting.

Finally, after leaving the hall, Atalanta joined them.And Semiramis fell to the side, still staying in Weston's magic circle "human simulation" and playing a mother-child drama with Little Jack.

This scene was watched by a certain pair of eyes in front of the window sill of the study in the sky garden.

……

"It's menacing, Your Excellency Shiro, Your Excellency Shiro, am I the only one left?" Shakespeare murmured looking at the figure in the distance off the field, and there was a hint of worry in his tone, rather than some kind of inspiration brewing precursor.

This may be of great help to him at the moment, who is a Caster class and has the unique ability of 'position making'.

"I can imagine the rebellion of the two heroes in Greek mythology. After all, they were also forced by the command spell used by His Excellency Shiro. But Her Majesty the Empress also lost her fighting power and turned against her. This is something that I have never thought of." Shakespeare touched the little girl on his chin. Beard, watching the approaching team from the window sill.

With Atalanta leading the way, the location of the Holy Grail is no secret.And the room of the Holy Grail is just a wall away from his study.

"The key is this Juggernaut. Compared with his combat ability, personality, and his possibility of playing cards unreasonably, the most frightening thing is his contagious power. He obviously attracts disgust, but he gets it through All kinds of accidents shifted the enemy's camp to his camp. If you think about it carefully, from the very beginning of the Holy Grail, whether it is the black side or the red side, he disintegrated from the inside!"

It is simply a tragic story of a villain with the attributes of the protagonist, overcoming obstacles all the way and eventually ruling the world...

He thought to himself.

In his "Battle Production", the protagonist has been defined as Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, and that man is destined to be the villain.

"The embarrassing thing is that we have been ordered by the command spell that 'absolutely not allowed to describe the tragedy of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada', otherwise I am looking forward to this kind of tragedy. The arrival of a realistic scene, for non-combatants but a simple author— —In the end, do we still have to rely on my generation to stop the menacing enemies?"

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Shakespeare stood in front of the window sill of the study, thinking about how to prevent Weston and his party from going to the Great Holy Grail room next door.

His Excellency Shiro, who possesses vicious predation and Tianhui foundation, cannot be disturbed by..., at least not now.

The only thing he can do is the ability to create positions.

"According to the ability of the caster class to create this skill, the origin and occupation are different, and the level will also change. If I am a famous magician, it is not a problem to create a transcendence workshop and temple, so don't worry about it. These menacing people..." At this point, Shakespeare sighed.

And it was a sigh without much sense of crisis and fear.

It's a pity that he's not a magician, but just a writer... He didn't actually think about such an idea.

But since he is a Caster, it is also necessary to use his ability as a writer at this moment!

Behind him, tens of thousands of books were piled up in the study, including the typewriter and computer he had asked for from His Excellency Shiro not long ago, which were also thrown aside.

Shakespeare turned around and sat back on the table, where there was only paper and pen.They are two indispensable parts of the historical process being recorded, and it can describe everything.

Shakespeare took out a book from his desk. The title of the book was "The Comedies, Histories, and Tragedy of William Shakespeare"-this is also the first volume of his works known to the world.