Chapter 195

266: Jeanne d'Arc's 'Correct Understanding' (4k)

What does it mean that Pagan God shouldn't appear? Does it mean I should just... kill him?

The long-lost voice of God that appeared in her heart caused Jeanne d'Arc to fall into a moment of confusion, causing her to blurt out the request without thinking, even though she had originally intended to unite with this Sun God.

Although Jeanne d'Arc always had unwavering faith in the voice of her Lord and was never afraid of anything, to put it another way, at this moment she was somewhat unsure whether this voice of her Lord was the one from when he was alive, or the one before her. It was strange; if it was the same person, why would he call it Pagan God?

And why does the voice of the Lord have such a... subtle tone, as if it were telling my parents they knew I was going to the battlefield?

"So they've come to form an alliance? Well, that's fine, since that's what I came for too."

"You actually agreed? Thank you so much!"

Hearing Novia's voice in her ear brought Jeanne d'Arc of Arc a sense of relief.

Although I don't know how to complete the task that the master requested should not have occurred, it's best to leave it as it is for now.

"I'm telling you, Saintess, even if it's a request, don't assume the other party will agree."

However, just when Jeanne d'Arc thought she was doing alright, Siegfried's next words left her speechless.

"... Eh..."

The blonde girl looked at the group of people in front of her with some confusion, and noticed that even Siegfried's Master, Gordes, was looking at her with a very subtle expression.

No, "thinking of himself" and such... isn't that what this gentleman said? Or am I just imagining things...?

"I never imagined that Siegfried would one day actually contradict someone. You've changed a lot."

Novia looked at Siegfried with some surprise, finding it hard to believe that the great hero who would do anything asked would refute someone like this.

"It's mainly because Kriemhild likes to say that to me, so when I see Avia being treated like that by others, I want to say the same thing to the people who ask you for help."

The great hero who slayed the dragon said in a serious tone.

His words made Novia feel a little awkward, as if she could see Kriemhild biting her finger and glaring resentfully at Siegfried, muttering about her.

"Ahem." Novia coughed, looked at the somewhat confused Jeanne d'Arc, and said with a smile, "Perhaps it's my ability as Ruler. After all, I do think the same way as you, Jeanne d'Arc. So let's resolve this Holy Grail War together. Lord Gordes, would you allow Siegfried to join us as well?"

He didn't care too much about why Jeanne d'Arc was like this, after all, he had come for this reason, so there was no need for him to refuse Jeanne d'Arc's invitation.

"... Eh." The blond, fat man, Gold Gordes, pointed at himself in horror, "... Are you actually asking me?"

In fact, when Novia displayed her strength and seemed familiar with Siegfried, Gordes had already given up hope of becoming the victor of the Holy Grail War. He was content to simply survive under this Sun God. But then, unexpectedly, he was asked to make a request...

"After all, you are Siegfried's Master, so I need to ask you, how about it? If you'd like to join us, that's fine too, isn't it?"

"Really? Me, Siegfried, he..."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't felt someone care about him in a long time that Gordes was suddenly unable to speak clearly.

This is natural, given his current situation is that of a 'middle-aged man who has lost his job due to various reasons and is desperately trying to maintain face in front of his juniors.' He had to join the Yggdmillennia Family because of his family's decline. However, if Gordes is not afraid of losing face and can openly admit that his family and Magecraft are based on the technology that was lost from the Einzbern, he will have the opportunity to revive his family.

"That's right, Master. Now that you are my Master, I will never give up on you easily. Let's act together."

Hearing this, Gordes took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and shouted:

"Please, please let Siegfried and I assist you! I beg you!"

"Okay, thank you." Novia smiled again. "Speaking of which, I used my abilities to see that you, Gordes, really want to revive your family, don't you?"

"Ah, well," Gordes scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, "Well, actually, it's only natural that my family has declined. After all, we acquired the technology after other families had weakened, so it's normal to lack a strong foundation..."

In fact, Gordes was always a very proud person, and he would never have been so frank with other people. But with the man in front of him who was both the Sun God of South America and the King of the Huns in Siegfried's words, he had a warm feeling that no matter what, he would never look down on him. That's why Gordes said it like that.

Why do you say that?

"Because it's essentially stolen, no matter how well or how much is made, it's still just scraps..."

"But isn't that also a skill?"

"... Eh..."

Gordes was stunned; he seemed to have never thought of that before.

Yes, even though it's remnants of another family, it's still something that belongs to me, something that belongs to the Musik Family...

"Keep going! I believe you can definitely rebuild your family's fortunes."

"... Yes, I will. Thank you very much for your answer!"

"No, it mainly depends on your efforts and abilities, Gordes."

Gordes felt his eyes welling up with tears. For many years, ever since his family fell into decline and he was forced to join the Yggdmillennia Family, he had been called the 'Incompetent King' and the 'Super Stupid Magecraft'. Now, someone actually believed in him, how could he not be overjoyed from the bottom of his heart?

Gordes' transformation surprised Jeanne d'Arc of Arc. She had seen many people like this when she was alive, but very few had such a strong sense of 'determination'. She thought about it and felt that it was due to the Sun God's Class ability, or perhaps it was due to his pure temperament.

Indeed, this might be Novia's ability as the Fifth Sun, the EX-level 'Charm of the Sun'. Anyone, regardless of their Faith or whether they are enemies, will fight or maintain their 'principles' and 'courage' simply by seeing him.

Or perhaps, it is also his own simple thoughts about the world.

However, since this group has now joined the alliance of Novia and Jeanne d'Arc, it means they have given up on the idea of competing for the Holy Grail. In other words, the Black Faction has now eliminated two groups: the Assassin and the Saber.

"But didn't the Red Faction come? I seem to remember they were supposed to."

The next second, Novia's words rang in Joan of Jeanne d'Arc's ears again. Only then did she realize that Novia's mouth hadn't moved at all, in other words...

Could this be what he truly thinks?!

Now the girl finally understood where Siegfried and Gordes's earlier misconception that she had made a request without permission and then agreed to it on behalf of others came from.

This is truly unfair to me! But how could I hear what he was thinking?

That's really strange. Could it be some kind of Class ability?

This shouldn't be happening. I can't hear Siegfried and his Master's inner thoughts either. This is too easy for people to misunderstand.

Jeanne d'Arc of Arc was at a loss for words, but to avoid confusing Novia's spoken words with her true thoughts, she decided to keep staring at Novia's mouth to prevent herself from making the same mistake again.

"Now that we've formed an alliance, let's go next—"

"Elder brother!"

Before Jeanne d'Arc could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Abigail, who entered through the 'door,' and then jogged over to Novia's side and took his hand in everyone's sight.

"This is my Master, Abigail Williams."

"Yes, yes, I'm my brother's sister."

The blonde girl nodded earnestly.

In response, Siegfried and his Master introduced themselves in a friendly manner. However, as Jeanne d'Arc introduced herself, a question arose in her mind about the girl named Abigail—

Why does that door, which appeared out of nowhere, possess an aura that doesn't belong to this Planet, and why do the cracks on it actually exude... the aura of a god?!

The Saintess pondered to herself, although it was a battle of seven against seven, this was indeed an emergency situation that required the summoning of the Ruler.

But the purpose she truly believed in was definitely not like that. Because no matter which side won, as long as they could make the right wish to the Holy Grail, there would be no problem. Therefore, she wasn't worried about the battle between the Black and Red factions. After all, the goal of Magecraft is to reach the Root or something else related to Magecraft.

... Could it be that the reason the Lord told me that Pagan God are not allowed to appear is to imply that my true enemy is this South America Sun God named Favia and his Master, Abigail?

So that's how it is. Now I understand completely. Before, I thought there was someone on either the black or red side that they had to see, the person who caused their appearance, but now the Answer is obvious.

It was a Heterodox Faith Deity from Earth who made a deal with Deity who didn't belong to Earth, attempting to use the Holy Grail War for something. I didn't expect him to be so good at disguising himself; even I was almost fooled... However, unfortunately, before the great Lord, all evil disguises have nowhere to hide.

I suppose the reason I was able to hear his inner thoughts was because God wanted me to resolve the situation smoothly.

Feeling that she now fully understood what was going on, Jeanne d'Arc looked at Novia and Abigail and said:

"Then let's go to Trifas now and settle everything directly."

Once we're on the battlefield with all the Servant, I will command them all to join Servant and destroy you.

That's what Jeanne d'Arc thought.

"Okay, let's go."

However, Novia readily agreed. In that instant, Jeanne d'Arc could 'swear to the gods' that her understanding was correct, yet she was also confused. After all, this South America Sun God was so powerful, why would she make a deal with Alien God?

But from this moment on, the Ruler was determined to find his fatal weakness.

"Thanks."

The girl gently patted her cheek, holding the summoned Banner in her hand—the battle flag that had accompanied her throughout her life, and also a sacred banner.

She glanced at the crowd behind her and whispered, "It might take quite a while."

"There's no need for that," Abigail waved her sleeve at Jeanne d'Arc. "Use Abi's door; that way we can get to Trifas in no time."

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

Jeanne d'Arc instinctively retorted. In her view, Abigail was already some kind of mastermind, after all, the door had been cracked by God, which was clearly Heresy. For a believer like her to use something Heresy was an insult to her Faith.

"Oh, why? Could it be that you, Jeanne d'Arc, dislike Abi?"

Not understanding why Jeanne d'Arc reacted so strongly, Abigail asked somewhat dejectedly.

Realizing her reaction was indeed a bit excessive, Jeanne d'Arc quickly shook her head, frantically searching her mind for an explanation:

"It's because... because if we go without intelligence, something unexpected might happen. We need to assess the situation first..."

As Jeanne d'Arc spoke, she took out holy water drawn from the church and sprinkled it into the air. The water droplets emitted a faint glow and quickly drew a three-dimensional map of the town. This was one of the privileges possessed by the Ruler, allowing them to explore the functions of the servants.

Exploration results – Four Red Faction Servant are located within the Trifas range.

"Jeanne d'Arc seems a bit strange. Could it be... that she heard some kind of Revelation?"

Jeanne d'Arc's hand trembled as she heard Novia's voice again, almost canceling the Authority.

She forced herself to remain calm and expanded her search area, discovering that Black Faction also had five units within the Trifas area.

This indicates that the two sides have already begun a chaotic battle.

"Phew, look, there are nine Servant in total, and we only have three. This might be a bit troublesome, so it's better to observe first. Walking there will make it easier to analyze the information..."

"Leave the observation to me."

"Ha?"

Before Jeanne d'Arc could even rejoice that she wouldn't have to go through that Heresy gate, a Bronze Shemesh the size of a mirror appeared in Novia's hand.

This Bronze Shemesh reveals a solemn mirror-like surface polished from Obsidian, its eternally black surface seemingly reflecting the end and Future of this world.

The power of the First Sun, the Black Sun, the Sun reflected in Obsidian, knows the Future and manipulates the flow of all things. It is the Authority of Almighty God, and the Fifth Sun, who commands the four Sun, can naturally use it.

Next, Jeanne d'Arc noticed the Sun God frowning slightly, and out of curiosity, she approached and naturally witnessed the same scene.

In the pitch-black Forest, a man wearing a golden mask, attempting a sneak attack, plunged his hand into the heart of a muscular man, who was protecting Pink-Haired Girl wielding a large hammer.

267: O Sun! Be a witness to the rebellion! (5k)

Earlier in time, in the Forest east of Trifas.

A man with muscular build, over two meters tall, and countless scars etched on his pale skin, casually walks here, wielding Rome dagger.

Spartacus, the Berserker of the Red Faction, Saber of Rome, who hates all those who rule with oppression, and Warrior who protects, sympathizes with, and heals the weak.

"Sparta, stop!"

A girl dressed in emerald green, with a wild face, like a human-shaped beast, shouted.

The Red Archer, Atalanta, Hunters in Greek Mythology.

The Sparta didn't answer, they just smiled and continued on their way.

"Big sister, that's Berserker after all; you can't communicate with it."

A voice responded to Atalanta shortly after; it was a young man with a cheerful smile.

Red Rider, Greece demigod, Achilles.

"Furthermore, I don't believe the three of us can storm Castle guarded by seven Servant and still win."

"Yeah?"

Upon hearing this, Atalanta instinctively glanced northward.

Indeed, what Achilles said is true. The Servant in the Black Faction are heroes who can fight against thousands. It's hard to imagine that Atalanta and the others only have three of them.

However, when Achilles spoke to her like that, she subconsciously recalled the figure who had recently made no attempt to conceal his aura— Chief God from a distant land across the sea, revered as the Fifth Sun God Deity that land called the Americas. Leaving aside why such a being would Present World, he must be someone of equal caliber to challenge, like Zeus, the Greece king of gods, or Odin, the Norse god...

Speaking of Zeus, Atalanta even felt that she exuded a bit of the aura of the Gods of Greece in that Sun God, and even the Deity of Artemis, the Moon Goddess she Faith. With so many gods in her body, she almost mistook it for Zeus creating a human form for his future, but later she realized that it was a god-king equivalent to Zeus on a global scale.

Could it be that the kings of gods across different pantheons share some commonalities? But Odin Norse god, doesn't seem to have any...