I, the heroic substitute, was exposed

At this moment, she suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from the front.

"parking!"

"Hey?"

Irisviel, who was suddenly flabbergasted by Artoria's warning, asked blankly.

Bei Mu took the opportunity to grab the steering wheel.

"Brakes!"

Irisviel's jade feet subconsciously followed Bei Mu's command and stepped on the brakes.

The thin white stockings were torn open due to the violent friction.

Because the stockings are a whole, after opening, the whole heel has been stretched to the knee.

As for the silver-white beast, the tires slid on the asphalt road and emitted a puff of white smoke due to sudden braking, and the car continued to slide forward.

Artoria reconfirmed the source of the breath she felt just now.

That's right, this must be the breath of the follower, it really means Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

"That is……"

A strange figure appeared at the front of the road illuminated by the headlights of the car.Seeing this scene, Irisviel immediately cried out.

The tall figure in front of him didn't care about the speeding car, and stood calmly in the middle of the road.

The luxurious old-fashioned long gown, the dark texture is dotted with blood-like crimson patterns, and the unusually huge eyes remind people of nocturnal animals.

And even if these strange places are excluded, such a person who appears at such a time must not be an ordinary passerby.

The inertia of the body was offset by the friction of the tires, the silver car finally stopped, and the distance between the body and the person in front was less than ten meters.

"Honey……"

As soon as Irisviel encountered a big scene, she quickly looked at her husband nervously.

Artoria quickly analyzed the current situation, and then said to the three of them.

"After I get off the car, you also get off quickly, in short, don't stay too far away from me."

If the opponent is a Servant, the reminder of the piano frame is as fragile as a cardboard box to the opponent.

If you stay in the car, you will be defenseless. In short, it is better to move to a place where you can defend against the opponent.

Artoria.Open the door and walk into the cold night, the night wind blows the trees and makes a rustling sound.

The air is mixed with the smell of tires, scorched by friction

The figure in front of the car was different from any one I had seen before.

If she hadn't encountered a servant so far, it should be a magician or an assassin... Artoria thought so.

If it's an assassin, he should lie in ambush elsewhere, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, and won't stand here so openly.

From this point of view, the other party has only one possibility left - caster!

The expression on Bluebeard's face was not what a warrior about to fight should show.

The confused King of Knights observed the opponent's appearance again.

He was smiling, for no apparent reason, and it wasn't the smile of a soldier who died generously.

Why does the magician laugh like that?

It's almost like a long-lost brother, with a flawless smile shining on his face full of joy.

And when Arturia was confused, Blue Beard made an even more puzzling move.

【I just want to know why you want to take a close-up of Baisi, but it's a stocking, don't you feel bad if you tear it up like this? 】

【Is that guy a man?Stockings are the fragile type. 】

[So on such a cold day, are you really wearing such thin stockings just to look good? 】

[I want you straight men to control! 】

[The King of Knights and Joan of Arc look alike, if one is not careful, he might admit his mistake. 】

【He won't really admit his mistake, right?so bloody

Will the plot really appear in the Holy Grail War? 】

[Looking at the appearance of Blue Beard, he should have admitted his mistake. 】

Bluebeard bowed his head respectfully, knelt on the asphalt road as if he was meeting the king's courtiers and said:

"I've been waiting for a long time, Your Highness the Holy Maiden."

"Um……?"

Artoria looked at Blue Beard in confusion.

Although, as a king, she has also received the kneeling ceremony of countless heroes, she has no impression of the man in front of her at all.

Among her former courtiers, there was no such man.

Moreover, the title of saint is very strange. During her rule of Britain for King Arthur, she did not reveal her true identity as a woman until the end.

Irisviel, who just got off the car, quietly walked behind the King of Knights.

She has put on high heels again, but the white skin is exposed on the heel of her left foot.

"Leah, do you know this guy?"

"Yeah, I don't have the slightest impression of him—"

As if hearing the whispers of the two, Blue Beard raised his head and said:

"Oh, how can you say that? Don't you remember me?"

This made Artoria feel even more confused, and said unhappily:

"Anyway, this is the first time I've met you—maybe you got the wrong person somewhere, you got the wrong person."

"Oh oh, woo woo..."

Bluebeard whimpered as if he was very sad, and grabbed his hair with both hands.

The expression that had been very dramatic just now suddenly changed into an extremely embarrassed look.

"It's me, I am your most loyal servant Gilles de Ray! I have been looking forward to your resurrection, and I have been waiting for the day when I can meet you again. It is for this purpose that I came Here it is, Joan!"

"Gills de Ray?"

The servant who reported his name in front of them was already the second one, but they didn't know what his intentions were.

Arturia now only hopes to clear up this misunderstanding, she doesn't know the person in front of her at all.

"I don't know your name, and I don't know what Joan of Arc is."

After hearing Artoria's answer, Bluebeard said in a more confused way:

"Why... Could it be that you have forgotten everything? Have you forgotten everything about your life?"

Artoria.I began to feel bored with this messy situation, so I said to the blue beard seriously:

"Since you have given your name, out of knightly courtesy, I will also tell you my real name. My name is Artoria, the son of Uther Pendragon, King of Britain."

Blue Beard looked at the girl who proudly hugged her life with her chest out, stared at it for a while and then cried out:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

He screamed desperately, beating the ground in disgrace.

"How sad, how deplorable, not only lost memory, but even sanity? God, why are you so cruel to my beautiful woman!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I wasn't—"

"Jeanne, it's understandable that you don't want to admit it. You were more pious and convinced than anyone else, but you were abandoned by God. When you were judged as a witch and executed, God I didn't give you any help and shelter, and it's not unreasonable for you to be like this now."

Artoria felt a disgusting feeling completely different from fear, and even the hairs all over her body stood on end.

The man in front of him didn't listen to Arturia's words at all, or he didn't intend to listen from the beginning.

As for Arturia, he just relied on his own fantasy to draw a conclusion, and he firmly believed in this conclusion.

Bluebeard, who was dominated by this idea, couldn't listen to Artoria's words.

"Wake up! Joan of Arc! Don't be confused anymore! You are the saint of Orleans, Joan of Arc, the savior of France!"

"Okay, enough is enough for you!"

Artoria, who could no longer bear it, showed a disgusted look at Bluebeard and scolded:

"I am Saber. And you are Caster. We are all servants fighting for the Holy Grail. The reason why we meet here is only because of this relationship."

"...Leah. It's useless to say anything to this man."

Standing beside the King of Knights, Irisviel said to her.

As a Servant, Arturia came to the present through time and space, so of course she would not know what happened after her history.

So I don't know the crazy legend of Count Gilles de Ray who is called "Bluebeard".

Although Jill ascended to the throne of marshal as the hero of saving the country of France, on the other side of his glory, he indulged in black magic and lust, and even killed hundreds of teenagers.

Known as the "monster sacré"—

Jill's final tragic fate has a lot to do with the death of the heroine Joan of Arc who fought with him.

So his obsession with Joan of Arc was brought into the current Holy Grail War.

Exactly how much Arturia and Joan of Arc are similar is unknown, but the two must be very similar.

Regardless, Jill-Caster was convinced that Artoria was the one he was thinking of, and would not allow any doubts.

"Jeanne, please stop calling yourself a saber, and don't call me a caster. We will soon no longer be bound by the shackles of this so-called 'servant'. The Holy Grail War is about to end!"

"That's just your wishful thinking."

This was Bei Mu's retort on behalf of Artoria who was too angry to speak.

"Marshal Gil, since you said the war is over, what about the Holy Grail now?"

"Needless to say, the holy grail that can make wishes come true is already in my hands."

Bluebeard said proudly with a satisfied smile.

"My only wish is that Joan of Arc can be resurrected. And now this wish has come true! I don't even need to compete with anyone, my wish has become a reality! You don't even need to fight, the Holy Grail is already Choose me—Jill."

With a ding, a shrill voice sounded.

There was a sudden chill in front of Blue Beard's eyes.

It is Artoria's Wind King Barrier.

Although Blue Beard couldn't see it, he could feel the sword energy in front of him.

"If you speak so rudely——I'm going to be rude. Caster!"

Arturia has tried her best to control her words, but her voice is still full of sharp murderous intent.

"Come on, stand up. Knights can't shoot people who are kneeling. If you come from here, put away your sophistry and rely on an upright battle to win the Holy Grail. Let me be your first opponent!"

The frantic fire in Bluebeard's eyes disappeared in an instant.

"It seems that just talking with your mouth is not enough? Is your heart still closed? Jeanne."

His tone became gloomy, without the sigh just now.

"Then I'm very sorry, I can only treat you forcibly."

The black robe floated backwards, creating a distance between Artoria and her.

The blue beard who stood up was completely different from the one who was kneeling on the ground crying and wiping away his tears just now.

From his body exudes a majestic majesty that seems to be able to dye the entire earth red with blood... Not only the heroic spirits, but even the tyrants will feel the oppressive sense of fear.

"I promise you, Jeanne! The next time we meet, I will definitely... save you from God's curse!"