Chapter 204

She was dressed in black underwear with a blue outer garment...

"Hey hey hey hey!"

What an indecent outfit! Impossible!

Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but cry out in her heart, but quickly reconsidered, wondering if these methods would truly be effective... Although she was reluctant, she could endure it for a few more days to stop the Pagan God's evil plan, and it didn't mean she had to keep doing this forever; she could wear it when they were alone...

However, just when Jeanne d'Arc was about to convince herself, she realized that there was actually another passage following this one—

"Of course, dressing like this, which is only suitable for being alone, is completely inappropriate. It would be terrible if the other person's family or others saw it. On a first meeting, you should at least try to conceal any feelings that are inconvenient to reveal."

After quickly glancing at the sentence, Jeanne d'Arc realized that it was the real recommendation, and upon closer inspection, she found that the level of exposure wasn't very high.

Thank you for your suggestion.

After liking the post titled "Confined☆ Meli," Jeanne d'Arc immediately began using her Od to transform herself into the appearance depicted in the picture.

At this very moment, in faraway Avalon, the Magus of Flowers, who enjoys surfing the internet with modern technology, saw that her post had been liked by someone without her even realizing it. When she clicked on the post and saw that it was from a secondary account, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Liked it? If you really did that, you'd be just as innocent as Little Lia, but you'd need a big enough chest to support it. This is Winning Sweater, you know. Forget about the little thing..."

For Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, it was only when she suddenly heard the sound of an unknown bird that she belatedly realized it was already morning. It was the first time the girl had felt time passing so quickly. Afterwards, in order to replenish her Od, she went to the restaurant that served breakfast, but when she arrived there she found that apart from Astolfo, no one else was there.

The girl sat opposite the Rider was happily eating.

"You've eaten so much, Astolfo."

"Of course, replenish Od, replenish Od?"

Astolfo hummed a song as he put the food into his mouth, chewing the bread soaked in the soup with a happy expression, muttering "Ah~~ so delicious" as he smiled broadly.

Seeing this, Jeanne d'Arc suddenly said something else.

"It's quite hot today..."

"Um?"

Afu was slightly stunned, wondering why Jeanne d'Arc had said that, Servant wouldn't be as sensitive to the weather as ordinary people.

But he was already busy eating, so he casually remarked, "Then why are you wearing so many clothes? A normal person would have gotten heat rash long ago if they were dressed like that."

He then resumed eating, while Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, unmoved by his words, quickly finished her meal and left on her own.

"... Huh?" Afu, who was still eating, was puzzled when he saw Jeanne d'Arc leave after eating only a little. "Wasn't she the one with the biggest appetite last night? Is she full already?"

But Afu didn't think much of it and continued eating.

At the same time, the blonde girl walked confidently through the Castle, but inwardly she felt quite disheartened. Judging from Afu's behavior, she felt that this approach might not have been as effective as using armed force...

"Damn it! You're too strong!"

"Shall we continue?"

Of course!

When Jeanne d'Arc passed by, she heard Mordred and Siegfried's voices. She peeked out and saw the two of them competing. It seemed they had been fighting all night, and Mordred always seemed to be losing.

This is quite normal. After all, from the perspective of Heroic Spirit, Siegfried, who specializes in fighting dragons, is the natural enemy of some people. Not to mention that Siegfried is covered in dragon blood at this time and has no weaknesses. However, logically speaking, Siegfried in this state should have fallen into Evil Dragon. The reason he was able to remain so is probably due to the Leaf.

Besides the two, many other Homunculus were also observing. Jeanne d'Arc remembered that because of Gordes, all the Homunculus had been released.

After all, the Yggdmillennia Family suffered a significant loss of strength a few days ago, which was unavoidable.

"Well."

After turning her gaze away from the group of Homunculus, Jeanne d'Arc sighed. Ever since Afu ignored her, she felt that all her efforts were meaningless. After all, she was just a country girl from a village, or simply a wild child. Etiquette and manners were completely foreign to her.

At the same time, Jeanne d'Arc also had a certain thought in her mind: she was extremely foolish to move forward with pain, no matter where she went, she could only pray and look up at the sky. In truth, she was just a foolish and insignificant country girl who had died and would be buried in history. It was nothing serious.

She believed that even now, revered by many and a 'Heroic Spirit,' she was still just a foolish country girl.

"Let's switch back to our original weapons--"

"Miss Jeanne d'Arc, what's wrong?"

Just as Jeanne d'Arc of Arc was dejected and about to revert to her normal armor, Fran's voice came from the side.

To Fran, Jeanne d'Arc's shoulders slumped limply at that moment, and she seemed somewhat disappointed, but Fran did not understand why.

But when Fran got closer and saw Joan of Jeanne d'Arc's attire, she cried out:

"Miss Jeanne d'Arc, you look so beautiful now."

"Maybe..."

Jeanne d'Arc replied as she backed away.

Perhaps it was the shock of being ignored by Astolfo that made her feel really hot, with sweat pouring down her neck and underarms.

Ah... is this outfit really okay? Why is it so hot? Why are Servant so hot...?

"Although Fran thinks Grandma is the most beautiful, Miss Jeanne d'Arc is indeed very beautiful now, really."

"..."

Jeanne d'Arc did not answer, but simply fiddled with the hem of her coat and lowered her head.

Seeing Jeanne d'Arc of Arc hesitate and linger, Fran smiled slightly, then continued speaking to Jeanne d'Arc:

"Ah, Fran, I have some things to attend to, so I'll be going now. Good luck, Miss Jeanne d'Arc."

Fran was quite familiar with Jeanne d'Arc's reaction; she had seen it all too often when she assisted Moriarty, then a university professor, with his classes at the university. However, Fran was also quite curious about who could possibly evoke such thoughts in Joan of Jeanne d'Arc...

At this moment, Fran suddenly remembered that yesterday, when Tlaloc made a request to his Grandpa, it was Jeanne d'Arc who was the first to speak...

Could it be that, could it be that Miss Jeanne d'Arc wants to become Fran's Grandma?

"... Should we tell Grandma Tlaloc?" Fran murmured, but quickly continued, "Um, Fran, I don't know, I don't know anything."

Let Grandpa worry about this...

At the same time, on the road within the city-state of the Yggdmillennia Castle, Jeanne d'Arc, having received praise from Fran, temporarily abandoned the idea of making her outfit disappear. However, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc's mind was entirely focused on the sleeveless White Sweater beneath her coat. Not only was she walking unsteadily, but non-existent sweat seemed to be pouring out incessantly...

Is it true? Or is it just my imagination?

Even she herself was a little confused.

"Who are you..."

However, she happened to meet someone at this very inappropriate spot—the doorway.

In Jeanne d'Arc's eyes, he was a brown-skinned boy with silver White-Haired Goddess resembling that of the Fifth Sun God of the Americas, wearing a red sash and cloak over his priest's robes.

The moment Jeanne d'Arc of Arc saw him, she instantly understood something.

"... How... is that possible...?"

Jeanne d'Arc gasped.

The person before us is Servant —no, a User—and it's alright; even though the Master is Servant, deviating from the rules, at least it's still a possibility.

The problem lies in his class: he is not Swordsman, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, or Assassin.

"Greetings, those Ruler this matter. We are Master from the Red Faction."

"... they?"

Then, to Jeanne d'Arc of Arc's surprise, the boy raised his arm and rolled up his sleeves—

The Archer Atalanta, the Lancer Romulus, the Rider Achilles, and the Assassin Semiramis —a total of twelve Command Spell.

"... I see. So, the warnings I felt from the Deity included you."

No matter how chaotic a Holy Grail War may be, it is absolutely impossible for there to be two Ruler.

"That's hard to say. I had no intention of defying the gods at all." Amakusa Shirou smiled. "However, I'm a little curious, besides me, who else do you consider someone to be wary of?"

"Are you... the Ruler summoned in the 'Third Holy Grail War' held in Fuyuki?"

"Yes, if you find out the truth, all my efforts will be in vain, right? I won't let anyone stop me from achieving my dream."

The voice of the Ruler had waited sixty years, carried no hatred, but rather a resolute will.

Moreover, Jeanne d'Arc's words did not confuse Amakusa in the slightest, because as Ruler himself, he was naturally aware of one of the Ruler 'Class Authority:' True Name Discernment '.

This skill can see through Servant's class and true name, and it certainly applies to those Incarnated One. This was the reason Amakusa previously avoided meeting him—to prevent the plan from failing. But now, with the Greater Grail in hand and the Black Faction suffering heavy losses, everything is going smoothly, except—

Amakusa glanced at the door; the presence behind it was the reason he had openly appeared before Jeanne d'Arc.

Favia Tonatiuh, the Fifth Sun God of the Americas.

At the same time, Jeanne d'Arc looked at him with eyes as vast as the ocean:

"Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, what exactly is your purpose?"

"Of course, it's to save all of humanity, Jeanne d'Arc."

The boy and girl were hailed as a 'miracle' by the people who could not get anything in return and the soldiers who chased after them.

The two cannot tolerate each other's existence and are silently glaring at each other.

The boy and girl stared at each other. Although Amakusa wore a composed smile, he looked at the girl with eyes that carried a hint of evil and gave off an ominous aura.

The girl on the other side had snow-white skin and golden hair. She was pursing her lips tightly and staring straight at the boy with eyes that burned like fire.

"Amakusa Shirou, what are you thinking? Do you really want the Holy Grail that badly?"

"Of course, you should understand that since I believe in the same God, right?"

"Stop fooling around... You should know very well that the Greater Grail in Fuyuki is not the Holy Grail we know." Jeanne d'Arc turned her gaze to the door as well. "Perhaps you do have sins now, but as fellow believers, we should first join hands."

Amakusa Shirou is an enemy, and the Fifth Sun of the Americas is also an enemy, but compared to that, it's better to join forces with Amakusa first.

For Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, the Pagan God, whom the Lord had Revelation to her as 'they would surely overcome,' were her greatest enemies.

Furthermore, according to Jeanne d'Arc's reconnaissance, the Red Faction Army has only lost one Berserker, meaning there are six left. Therefore, if they can contact Amakusa and add the two Command Spell they have given each of them, it should be enough to delay Tlaloc for some time.

"... So that's how it is. It was just a superficial alliance after all."

Amakusa Shirou, understanding Joan of Jeanne d'Arc's meaning from her gaze, smiled faintly.

"I understand, Jeanne d'Arc. Besides me, he's also someone you're wary of."

Amakusa suddenly stopped smiling and turned to look at Jeanne d'Arc's face with utmost seriousness, as if he were telling her something.

"So Jeanne d'Arc, are you unaware of the legend of the Fifth Sun in the Americas?"

"Upon hearing Amakusa's enigmatic words, Jeanne d'Arc instantly searched her mind for the knowledge bestowed by the Holy Grail."

"In the Americas, the most powerful Deity in the world, abhorred and completely abolished Human Sacrifice. His main deeds are recorded in the Aztec and Maya. Guided by the Second Sun and First Sun, he fought against the Third Sun and ultimately gained the power of all the gods, becoming the Supreme Being of the Fifth Sun. He is defined as the sole god of the Americas."

Although as a believer, Deity other than the one she believed in were Heresy, Jeanne d'Arc had to admit that there were many Faith in the world, and she did not particularly dislike them. Moreover, no matter how Jeanne d'Arc looked at it, she felt that this was just an enhanced version of Zeus or Odin, a kind of unification that went from nominal to actual.

Therefore, in response to Amakusa's question, Jeanne d'Arc could only reply, "Isn't that Pagan God...?"

Amakusa smiled again, ignoring Jeanne d'Arc, and then formally knocked on the door, calling out in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"The Ruler, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, has come to visit the Fifth Sun of the Americas."

276: "I will still be watching you." (5k)

"Allow."

A few seconds after Amakusa's voice rang out, a clear, cold female voice came from inside the room.

Although the Ruler who came to visit did not recognize him, he felt that it was the voice of the Third Sun sun, Tlaloc, the god of the Fifth Sun of the Americas.

"I am extremely grateful."

After thanking him, the boy slowly pushed Great Gate and saw a room filled with dense darkness despite it being broad daylight.

At that moment, a sound from an unknown source reached Amakusa's ears.

Not only Amakusa, but even Jeanne d'Arc beside him subconsciously turned her head. This was a sound that could only be heard by the two of them in this special darkness, a sound that defied the laws of physics, a huge roar that came from a distant land, like a thunderclap. However, although it was a roar, the timbre was excessively beautiful, almost like the timbre of Angel, or the world itself singing a lullaby.

There was no one in sight.

This must be the sound of the Americas.

I couldn't sense any murderous intent.

It seems there is a possibility of mutual exchange.