The Endless Shuttle

Karen murmured, looking at the back of her hand wrapped in white bandages.

Outsiders and grandfather lied that it was a scratch, but the real situation hidden under the bandage was something that Yan Feng Lizheng had always forbidden her to touch.

The Holy Grail War, the qualifications of the master-Lingshu.

Karen Aldysia is already in this Holy Grail war.

It’s just that...the Servant...

"Master, it's better to take a rest, your face is terrible."

The gentle female voice drew Karen's attention back to reality.

Beside her, the golden fluorescence was gradually gathering, and the heroic spirit appeared in the empty church hall as a girl.

The girl had golden hair that almost fell to her legs, her long hair was braided in a braided hairstyle behind her back, she wore strange hair ornaments on her forehead, and she was also wearing medieval combat armor.

"Ruler..."

Karen read the rank of her hero.

Not belonging to the seven major ranks, the adjudicator and bystander of the Holy Grail War-unexpectedly fit Karen's future duties.

"When there is no one, you can call me Joan or Jenny."

The braided girl smiled, lifted her armor and sat down beside Karen.

"Until now I can't believe it. I didn't expect to be able to summon the Saintess of France. I thought it would be an insignificant little character in history." Karen laughed at herself.

"Holy girl or something..."

Joan shook her head, as if helpless with the name the world had added to her.

He was wronged during his lifetime and was sentenced to fire, but he was canonized after death. Is there anything more funny than this.

"According to common sense, Master, you are unlikely to have the right to participate in the Holy Grail War. It's just that because of my responsibility this time, I will choose someone closer to me to come as the eighth rank Ruler."

Ruler's call is roughly divided into two situations: One is that the form of the Holy Grail War is very special, and the result is unknown, that is, the situation where the Holy Grail judges the need for Ruler; the other is that the influence of the Holy Grail War may distort the world. Case.

The coming this time belongs to the second kind.

However, it is somewhat different from the rule "Ruler is summoned by the Great Holy Grail." This time, Joan of Arc of France is under the order of restraint. The investigation cannot even know the threat of restraint, which will distort the world.

——"Investigate, then rectify."

All the orders were a short sentence, but Joan understood the seriousness of the problem.

The fact is as expected by the saint, on the first night of the Holy Grail War, a strong anomaly and disaster occurred in this city.

Very unknown.

"Closer?"

Hearing this, Karen Jin pupil squinted and looked at Joan with a smile.

"This is truly the supreme honor. But I don't know how "close" I will be with the Lord Saintess. What are you referring to? "

"Um..." Jeanne nodded her cheek with a finger, looking very cute.

"Besides the premise of longing for the Holy Grail, the nuns in the church... and the same women?"

"It's that simple?"

"It's very close."

"My Lord Saint said "close". If you grab a lot in this world, you can't even count them. "

"But you are the only one in this city, Karen." Joan smiled softly, as if she could see through Karen's inner thoughts, and then forgave her for her slight irony with tolerance.

But it was this posture that made Karen feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Her character and this saint are simply two extremes.

False piety and true piety, false love and true love——

"--Let's do it." Kallen gave up the topic.

"Ruler, what happened to the Xindu coastal area after seeing it for yourself."

Speaking of Joan, Joan's smile gradually disappeared.

Her expression became a little dull, and she said for a while.

"It's too miserable. The people who were drowned, the people who were crushed to death by the collapse of the house, the children who lost their parents were crying, obviously in the peaceful age, but there was sorrow everywhere. There, although I did my best to help some people, But it still can’t solve any problem—too many people have been affected.”

"Can't the saint do it?"

Joan shook her head.

"I can't do it. I was just a country girl who knew how to fight. I might be able to use this body to move away the destroyed house easily and chant prayers to soothe their wounded souls, but the people who have died can do it anyway. There is no way."

People who see difficulties are unable to give real help, which makes the kind saint a little guilty and self-blaming.

"Really." Karen nodded, passing away insignificantly, she lacked real sense.

Therefore, she couldn't make even the most basic sadness.

"So what about the heroic spirit that caused this disaster? Ruler is the referee of the Holy Grail War, so is Miss Joan of Arc going to conquer the heroic spirit who did such a thing next?"

"No, I..." Jeanne was ashamed.

"...Before I rushed over, the battle was over. I don't know who did such a terrible thing."

"So the next thing is to wait and see what happens? Okay, I get it."

Karen nodded blankly and got up from the seat.

"Ruler, no, Miss Jeanne, as your Master, I will try my best to cooperate with your work. But there are preconditions."

"Please say."

"My thirst for the Holy Grail is relatively weak, only on the edge of "interest", and the special identity of Miss Joan of Arc cannot use her power to help me win the Holy Grail. "

Carren paused, then said seriously.

"Listen well, I don't want to die yet. In this dangerous battle, if I need to face the enemy head-on, or other similar situations, please allow me to keep my life as the first priority, and I may do so at that time. Please forgive me for what made you uncomfortable, Miss Joan."

"I understand."