In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

The door was opened, and the pink-haired girl walked in with the little white beast in her arms.

"Ah, senior, you've already woken up, eh?" Matthew walked to the bed and looked at Fujimaru Rika who was wiping tears, a little anxious, "Senior, why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable? A lot of pressure?"

"I'm fine, Matthew, I'm just..." Rika was a little suspicious, "Have a dream?"

"Dream? What dream?" Matthew was a little confused.

"I really want to dream... Miss Lawrence was alive, something happened?"

"Ugh?"

......

"That's how things are." Fujimaru Rika was a little embarrassed.

Lawrence sat aside, head bowed.

"The kind of thing that Lixiang described does happen often. The master will dream of some things in the life of the Servant who signed a contract with him. It is just to experience some things from the perspective of the Servant. There are no side effects." Dr. Roman Sitting in front of the instrument with a smile, "This situation may instead deepen the understanding between the Master and the Servant."

"I understand." Li Xiang nodded.

"Miss Lawrence, are you all right?" Dr. Roman noticed that Lawrence was a little low and asked.

Before the spiritual child is transferred, all abnormal states must be eliminated.

"...I have no problem, it won't affect the transfer of the spiritual child." Lawrence raised his head, with the same smile as yesterday, obviously looking warm, but there is always a kind of refusal outside feeling.

Dr. Roman thought for a while and decided to trust Lawrence.

Summoned by Tatsuka Fujimaru, Lawrence, who was close friends with Da Vinci during his lifetime, is basically someone who can be completely trusted. Dr. Roman believes that she knows the priorities of things clearly.

The two stood up and walked out side by side.

"How's the situation at Sheba?"

"current situation......"

Fujimaru Rika looked at the skirt disappearing at the door and was a little silent.

"Senior, let's go to the control room too," Matthew reminded.

"Well, let's go." Fujimaru Rika nodded.

In his mind, he recalled everything he had seen in the dream.

Before Miss Lawrence's death, so... did something like that happen...

......

"Then, three, please enter the cage." Dr. Roman and the remaining Chaldean employees looked at the three with solemn and respectful eyes.

Mash has already been transformed into a subservant, wearing purple-black leather armor, and the huge cross shield has temporarily transformed into a spiritual body.

Lawrence is still wearing his own skirt. As a complete Servant, the body itself is equivalent to a piece of equipment.

Fujimaru Rika was wearing a dress designed by Da Vinci, and Lawrence spent a night making a dress that could adapt to magic, and took a deep breath.

"Let's go." Fujimaru Rika nodded at Dr. Roman, turned around, and resolutely walked into the cage of the spiritual transfer.

Matthew and Lawrence also walked into the other two cages.

In a small corner that no one could see, a small white beast named Fufu jumped into Mash's cage like a teleportation.

"Pay attention to safety." Roman said, "The first element of everything, we must protect the safety of Fujimaru Rika. As the last Master of the human side, she is our only hope."

The casing was closed, and Roman nodded to the staff.

"Then——the first spiritual transfer, transfer target, France."

"start!"

......

France, Orleans.

Inside the castle, a tall man was praying.

The girl in black armor stood silently.

The girl had pure white hair, lifeless, and her skin was as pale as death, morbid and beautiful.

"Ah, my holy virgin, you finally answered my call!" The tall man roared with excitement and joy.

The black girl had no memory, stood in the same place without self, mechanically listening to the man's words.

"Ah? Is it a doll without self?"

He stroked the golden cup in his hand and said intoxicatedly, "That's fine, then!"

"Great Saint Virgin, Joan of Arc (Jeanne Dacor)! Please cast aside your pity for these filthy people and become Joan of Arc only for me, only for me, Gilles de Rey!"

"Let the flames of your anger burn all over France!"

At this moment, the girl gained her own meaning.

But is that really the self?

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Incomplete memory, high-quality body, and... Gilles de Reyna's crazy obsession.

The white girl in black armor held the flag and smiled wanton.

The position is ruler, a false, reversed saint, and when she was still as conscious as a new-born child, her thoughts were heavily instilled with malice towards human beings.

The dark maiden holds the Holy Grail.

"- hereby announced."

She is summoning a heroic spirit, and as a ruler with the Holy Grail, she can do it.

"Your body is under my command, and my fate is on your sword."

"Respond to the call of the Holy Grail, if you will follow this principle, and answer my call."

"I swear here, I am a person who is Hongbu all the evil people in the world."

"Of course you should serve me with chaotic eyes."

"You are one who is imprisoned in the cage of madness. I hold its chains in my hand."

There were discordant words in the regular summoning spells, and a thick layer of black mist covered the summoning formation, and there was a whimpering sound from the summoning formation.

The gorgeous hall was brightly lit, and Bluebeard, caster's servant, the maker of the jet-black saint, Gil De Ray, watched all this crazy and intoxicated.

"You came from the wheel of repression for the seven days in which the three spirits of speech were haunted!"

The girl growled.

"The guardian of the balance——!!!"

Six figures appeared from the summoning formation, together with Gil de Rey who was standing beside him, a total of seven heroic spirits.

......

At the end of the summoning, the dark saint, suspected of Jeanne d'Arc's existence, said to Gilles de Re, her tone was full of irreversibility.

"Jill, bring him here to meet me."

Joan of Arc's pale face seemed to be condensed with frost, and the sound of gnashing of teeth could be faintly heard.

"Yes, obey." Gilles de Rei bowed slightly, looked at Joan of Arc respectfully and intoxicatedly, and was willing to be manipulated by the creation he borrowed from the Holy Grail.

"You didn't attack him, my servant." Jeanne suddenly remembered something and asked again.

Gilles de Re was a well-known dark wizard, so don't be surprised what that man does.

Gilles de Rei smiled politely: "Of course not, my saint, you must do this kind of intoxicating thing. As a subordinate, I will definitely give this joy to the great you."

Joan of Arc looked at Gilles de Re with a scrutiny.

Gilles de Re was not annoyed at all, just smiled and stared at Joan with those terrifying eyes: "Do you need advice from below? Ah, or are you worried that I am troubled by this? "

"Don't be stupid, Jill. Be careful I'll kill you." Joan sighed and turned away.

"It's the same as thinking about how to use a fork while eating - what to do with him, I don't even have to think about it."

......

A fat man was thrown on the floor of the hall.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuously, who are you?"

A group of Servants stood on the side, trying to do what they wanted to do, as if they were being restrained.

The fat man got up and stood there, with a hint of command in his tone: "Answer me, you answer me quickly, the one over there— eh?"

The girl sitting in the seat looked at him with disgust and playfulness.

The fat man recognized the girl.

Joan of Arc looked at the man, obviously smiling, but what she said was like an ice pick: "Ah, Pierre."

"Bishop Pierre Cologne. I've been looking forward to seeing you again."

"I, Joan of Arc, have not forgotten your dirty face for a day."

The girl condescendingly looked at this man named Pierre Cologne with a look that seemed to be looking at garbage and scum.

"Impossible, impossible!"

"You...you...you are Jeanne?!"

"It's absolutely impossible? How is it possible?"

"You should have died three days ago, I clearly—"

"Tie me to a wooden stake, burn me to death, there is no body left, I fell into hell... Right? Bishop." Joan of Arc walked down the stairs with an expressionless face, Standing on the side of Bishop Pierre, he spoke indifferent words.

On May 1431, 5, in Rouen, France, Joan of Arc was judged as a witch and an evil existence. In the square, she was publicly burned at the stake by the British army, and her body was turned into coke.

This is the unmistakable fact that Joan of Arc is dead.

So now standing here...