Hellish Affairs

The purple-haired girl also hurriedly bowed her head and said, "B, Bonjour! My name is Matthew Kyrielight, please give me your advice."

"Yeah, he's a polite and cute boy!" Marie Antoinette nodded with a smile, and then looked at the blond man with blue eyes: "Mr. Master, do you think we know each other?"

Joyas, who was asked about it, denied: "No, it's just a unilateral understanding."

"Is that so?" The white-haired girl, who thought she was rude enough not to recognize her, let out a sigh of relief.

Mozart, who was beside her, found Joan of Arc in the distance who was exactly the same as the Dragon Witch just now, so he said in a slightly surprised tone, "Is this the real Joan of Arc?"

"I can only answer that you are not the one in front of you who is slaughtering everywhere in France." Joyas answered him.

"The Saint Joan of Arc that the world longs for!" Marie Antoinette, who was very happy in her heart, immediately leaned forward and approached the rumored Lady Saint: "I am very glad to see you with my own eyes. It was like a long time ago I'm going to meet you once."

"Yes, is it?" Joan was not quite used to the other party's enthusiasm, her expression was a little confused.

After Mozart helped Joan out of the siege, because the sky was getting dark, everyone in Chaldea chose to take a break first.

Chapter 299 Roman: I'm Already a Radar

As night came, the faint silver light of the moon swayed in the city that had been nearly half burned.

Bloody corpses, charred buildings, and refugees crying for their loved ones in the ruins in the distance...

Joan of Arc, who had stood for a long time, silently withdrew her gaze, and sat beside the Chaldeans.

"It's really too much..." Fujimaru Tatsuka also bit her lip in embarrassment.

Joyas said calmly: "Then fix the singularity as quickly as possible, that's all we can do."

Hearing what Joyas said, the orange-haired girl lowered her head in silence.

It seemed that he felt very guilty for not keeping up with Joyas and preventing the Dragon Witch from destroying the city.

Mash also saw that her master was depressed, and wanted to comfort him but didn't know how to speak.

Marie Antoinette felt that the atmosphere had become a bit cold, so she asked with a smile, "What does it mean to restore the singularity?"

"Ah, haven't told Queen Mary about Chaldea yet?"

Hearing the other party's inquiry, Matthew immediately prepared to explain to her about Chaldea seriously.

"You can just call me Miss Mary?" The dreamy lady smiled playfully, signaling that the purple-haired girl didn't need to be so restrained.

"...Yes, Miss Mary."

Facing such a noble person for the first time, Matthew, who didn't know how to treat him, relaxed a little, and then continued to tell the other party the purpose of the Chaldeans coming to this singularity.

"Humanity burning? Sounds like a complete disaster?" Mozart on the side frowned slightly: "Although I think human beings are filthy, I don't really want to see such an ending..."

"Well!" Marie Antoinette said optimistically: "But from this point of view, the reason we were summoned is to help everyone in Chaldea save France!"

Hearing the other party's words, Mash also smiled.

Romani Akiman in the control room said doubtfully: "There was a Rider class servant beside the Dragon Witch before, and this Miss Mary is also a Rider class. Two Riders appeared in a Holy Grail War? "

"Not only that, there should be three Riders in France now." Joyas said.

"Three?!"

Surprised, Dr. Roman almost spilled the coffee in his hand.

"Except for the servants summoned by the Dragon Witch, the rest are servants who have not contracted with the Master." Joyas thought for a while and said uncertainly: "There are probably four neutral servants, right?"

Arturia, who was closing her eyes and meditating just after dinner, immediately regained her spirits: "Is there Saber!?"

"No."

Joyas, who had expected it for a long time, answered her without changing his expression.

The bristling hair on the girl's head returned to calm again, as if she was a little unhappy: "Oh... it seems that Sabers in this era are not so rampant."

Then he shrunk down beside Joyas and sat quietly.

"Do you still have the combat power of so many servants?" Matthew suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Miss Mary, you don't have a master either?"

"No?" Marie Antoinette shook her head.

Romani Akiman guessed: "It seems that the seven summoned servants are all controlled by the dragon witch, so in order to counter them, they summoned other servants again?"

"Almost." Joyas said.

Raising his spirits, Fujimaru Tachika looked at his senior with amber eyes and asked, "Then, should we gather these servants first and then fight the Dragon Witch?"

"It's a good idea." Joyas admitted that if he repaired the singularity normally, he should grow his team in this way.

But Joyas feels that their team is now strong enough to deal with Hei Zhen and Marshal Jill.

He looked at the girl in front of him, hesitating whether he should let her try it.

And now the Phantom of the Opera should be massacring in a certain city.

Joyas sighed: "Let me tell you in advance, those servants are definitely not as easy to get along with as you imagined."

"I will work hard!" Fujimaru Tatsuka had a smile as always on her fair face.

"Then go to rest quickly, you must be very tired too?" Joyas glanced at her, and then urged.

"Good~"

At this time, Romani Akiman complained: "Wait a minute, first go to Lingmai to establish coordinates, and then send the things you need for camping there..."

Joyas, who just took out Aluru, paused: "What did you say?"

"...It's all right, take a good rest." Dr. Roman, who swallowed his words, suddenly felt that he was being supported.

It seems that it has lost its use except as a radar.

After setting up the resting place, Joyas asked Fujimaru Tatsuka and Mash to rest.

Although Mash could turn into a sub-servant, he still thought it would be better for the girl to rest.

Back where everyone was, Joan of Arc stared at him with sky blue eyes and asked, "Don't you need to go to rest?"

"It's not necessary." Joyas shook his head, and then explained to her: "Although this body is only human, it also has the power of a servant. At this time, it is better not to rest."

"Really?" Joan of Arc nodded, stared at the burning bonfire and stopped talking.

Joyas glanced at Arturia, and the petite girl seemed to be leaning against his side in a sleepy manner.

Normally, a Servant shouldn't need much sleep, but maybe it's mental exhaustion that makes Artoria want to sleep.

Afraid of waking up the girl beside him, Joyas didn't dare to move in the slightest.

The sound of breathing lightly entered his ears, as if a fragrant breath penetrated into his nostrils.

Joyas, who couldn't calm down in his heart, could only look up at the moon hanging high in the night sky and the huge circle of light.

Suddenly, Joan's slightly cold voice came from the other side:

"The Black...Joyas Pendragon."

Because she felt that the word Saber might wake up Assassin next to her, Joan changed her words.

Joyas looked subconsciously, and asked in a calm voice, "What's the matter?"

Her blue eyes stared at the saint in armor shining in the moonlight.

For some reason, Joan of Arc, who was sitting aside holding the holy flag, seemed to give people a somewhat helpless feeling.

"Have you seen the other me?" Jeanne lowered her eyes to the ground.

"Yes."

Joan asked: "Is she really not 'I'?"

After seeing the horrors of this city, I thought that other cities in France had suffered the same disaster.

Feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, she couldn't help thinking about what kind of thoughts the dragon witch who was similar to herself had in mind to do all this.

Chapter 300 Going to Lyon

The city that fell into silence seemed to be deserted.

The crying and shouting voice disappeared, leaving only the cold moonlight shining on the ruins.

"I should have said it once."

Joyas said lightly: "Even if she was born based on you, it is impossible for you to become like that."

The black chastity known as Alter is not the reverse of Joan of Arc.

It is 'Jean of Arc' born of revenge, formed by the Marshal of France who lamented the death of Joan of Arc, Gilles de Ray's wish for the Holy Grail.

is a fake.

That's why there is an emotion beyond Joan of Arc—hatred that turns into flames.

"Why?" Joan asked.

"Because you never hated your motherland until your death, even though it once betrayed you." Joyas stared at her with blue eyes, and said softly: "Although it looks very stupid in my eyes, it is undeniable that this is A true saint should have thoughts, right?"

"There is something I want to protect no matter what, so I won't change it easily."

Joan looked at him in surprise, then finally showed a smile, shook her head slightly and said, "I'm just a devout believer, not a saint."

"It's all the same, anyway, it can't change the fact that you are an idiot." Joyas said indifferently.

"You..." Jeanne glared at him angrily.

Realizing that he accidentally said what was in his heart, Joyas coughed lightly, and explained: "I'm sorry, I mistook you for Hei Zhen, so I made a complaint subconsciously."

"Oh?"

After hearing what he said, Jeanne asked calmly: "It seems that you really hope that the person in front of you is not me, but Miss 'Heizhen'?"

"That's right." Joyas said, "After all, if possible, I don't want to go so far to find her."

If they had directly dealt with the opponent in the previous battle, maybe they wouldn't have to go to Paris to face the well-prepared Gilles de Rais and Hei Zhen.

It's just that he didn't expect the other party to retreat so decisively.