Chapter 310

Thus, Mash probably understood how these people had gotten along peacefully before.

Then, six girls sat down at the wooden table: Marie Antoinette, Martha, Jeanne d'Arc, Kiyohime, Elizabeth, and Mash.

"Um, this is my first time attending a party like this..."

Jeanne d'Arc said somewhat embarrassedly, but kept looking into the tent with her head down.

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm the same, Jeanne d'Arc."

Martha comforted Jeanne d'Arc.

Speaking of which, the purple-haired Saintess felt a little strange. Among the three girls who first met Veya, Ritsuka had a crush on her, Mash had a similar admiration and respect for her senior, but this Saintess saved the country was a bit more complicated. She felt apologetic, longing, and a certain Evil.

In short, it's very complicated, but for some reason, I'm more eager to see what the shrunken Dragon Witch will do, even though Martha knows that in their eyes, this Jeanne d'Arc Alter Lily is Jeanne d'Arc Lily...

This guy wouldn't expect Dragon Witch Lily who thinks she's her own, to do anything she wouldn't dare to do, would he?

Thinking about this, Martha couldn't help but become wary of the Saintess and the Dragon Witch who transformed into a different person after shrinking.

Although she didn't really care that the Saintess had developed feelings for Novia, after all, there's only one in a century, right?

I wonder how Nero is doing now...

"Alright, I'll start next. After all, my love affairs in my previous life were like a burning fire."

Kiyohime said this with a confident expression.

"I had a dream where I fell in love at first sight with a monk whose face I couldn't see, so I confessed my feelings. I think the reason I dreamt of him is because it happened in a Buddhist temple inside Maitreya Buddha. But for some reason, he didn't react at all to me."

"But I believed he must be someone from this Buddhist temple, so I waited and waited, but he still didn't come. Therefore, I concluded that he was afraid of me and had run away."

"So I began, and continued, filled with Sorrow, Wrath, and hatred... and before I knew it, I had transformed into a dragon before the Buddha..."

"In the end, I used dragon flames to burn the entire Temple to the ground, leaving nothing behind. But I still feel remorseful. After all, I must have had the Buddha's help to transform me from a human into a 'dragon.' But there was nothing I could do; I was just too angry at the time."

The expressions of everyone present changed drastically upon hearing Kiyohime's three sentences, ranging from anticipation to shock, tension, and bewilderment.

Who wants to listen to that?!

However, Kiyohime was quite displeased, Elizabeth, after regaining her senses, shouted with a dissatisfied expression, "Tell me a more romantic or cute story! Who wants to hear any more of this Buddhist nonsense! And all this about the Future!"

"How rude!"

Afterwards, Jeanne d'Arc, somewhat dazed by what she heard, pointed to Fafnir and Tarasque beside her and said:

"Miss Kiyohime, have you transformed into a dragon like this?"

"... Forehead."

Kiyohime's lips twitched slightly. "Although I called it a dragon, if I had to compare it, it's more like a snake..."

"Hahahaha, to actually admit to being a snake, how embarrassing!"

"You frilled lizard! How dare you talk back to me like that!"

Kiyohime glared at Elizabeth, "When that Fafnir came before, weren't you almost scared to death?!"

"Huh? Aren't you the same!"

When they saw Fafnir arrive earlier, they were almost startled, because in addition to the literal difference in strength, there was also the kind of majesty that comes from bloodlines between Dragon Kind.

Therefore, just like Fafnir, when they saw Novia, the two of them wondered, "Is this person some kind of dragon concept incarnation?" Even Kiyohime almost couldn't resist inviting him to be her Master, but she gave up the idea after learning that he was Demi-Servant.

"Ah, it's time. I should go and call Master and Consultant Novia out of the tent for dinner."

Seeing that it was getting late, Mash said those words and then ran out of the tent to call the two of them.

Then, watching everyone enjoying their meal, Kiyohime covered her lips with her folded fan and smiled demurely.

What a pity... I can't be my Master. Luckily I held back, otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing. Acting on instinct is hardly the behavior of a proper lady; I should have avoided it as much as possible...

So where exactly is my ideal 'Future'?

Buddha, when will you answer my questions again? I promise I won't burn down the Maitreya Buddha temple again this time, but in the end, I did have second thoughts.

Kiyohime sighed softly to herself.

Then--

"To enlighten the heart is to light a sky lantern; you passionate, courageous, and ardent maiden, your flame, as you truly see, for what you perceive is the Future."

Kiyohime heard a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar Buddhist voice.

The girl felt this was a bit too much of a riddle. What did it mean to say that "knowing things as they are" meant to be the Future? She didn't understand at all! Could it be explained in simpler terms?

"... If you, now, could withstand what the Future holds."

Why are you still a riddle teller...?

However, this time the girl never received a reply from the Buddha's voice.

At the same time, in Montluçon, not far from Lyon.

"I felt it..."

His entire body was withered, like Siegfried, who was cursed, struggling to prop himself up from the bed.

"Fafnir, that guy is already here, and he seems even stronger than before..."

"They've already made such a mess of things for the Dragon Witch's subordinates, are they still planning to continue?"

"... Because I have to do it. If I just stand by and watch Fafnir run rampant, what's the point of me showing up?"

Siegfried gave a wry smile. "Georgios."

Click.

In an instant, a camera appeared in Georgios's hand and snapped a picture of Siegfried.

"Very nice expression, I'll accept it as a souvenir... But even if you say that, the two of us are no match for each other. Although it's a bit inappropriate for Saint of the Church to say such things on this land, it's the truth, after all, I'm just an ordinary Rider Class Servant."

"Does that mean things would be different if the Ruler were in charge...?"

"I didn't say that; that's your speculation."

Georgios chuckled as he carried the completely immobilized Siegfried on his back. "So, are you ready to face a certain death, or even a meaningless journey? There won't be any mercy, you know. You'd better be prepared before you go."

"It's not a question of whether I can do it, it's that I have to do it now, even if I'm all alone right now..."

"Yeah?"

Georgios gave a subtle smile. "Perhaps it will work. Kill that Fafnir you mentioned. After all, the 'Staff' has appeared, otherwise 'me' wouldn't have appeared... I just don't know how it compares to the red dragon I've dealt with. Anyway, don't have too high expectations of me; I might run away if things get bad."

"I am extremely grateful for your assistance, Your Excellency St. Saint George."

Little Kiyohime.

Chapter 356 Saint George: Now we have no choice but to mobilize our forces urgently.

The world shifted from dark to a hazy white, and the leaves and flowers on the outskirts of Lyon, France, were tinged with an indistinguishable pale gold.

The Sun is about to rise.

With Siegfried, whose skin was Mad Enhancement and cracked from the attack by several Servant, on his back, Georgios seemed to be hidden in the Sun, moving forward with his back to the endless plains, surrounded by a golden aura that seemed real.

If anyone were to witness this scene, they would surely think that the farther the man goes, the farther the radiance will go. But no matter how far he goes, the man will always Protection the radiance behind him, as if nothing external can surpass it.

Therefore, from Siegfried's perspective, Georgios, the Saint of the Church, did not lament after encountering his severe injuries. Instead, he said, "Although I am Saint of the Church, if you want to heal you, another one will have to come." He seemed quite certain that Saint of the Church would appear.

Although he was once a close friend of Avia, who destroyed the Western Roman Empire's Church, Siegfried felt that this matter was not a big problem. Even the 'Seat' had not given him any corresponding abilities because of it. However, even if he did, it would not affect his current relationship with Georgios. After all, in order to save this place, he would try his best to put aside some of the differences.

Saint George, as Saint of the Church, is most famous for his dragon-slaying and martyrdom.

In this world, Georgios was active during a period of intense power struggle between the papacy and the monarchy in the Roman Empire. At that time, the Rome launched a persecution campaign to crack down on papal power, and Georgios was arrested as a result, but no matter what kind of torture he was subjected to, he was never injured.

Finally, Saint George prayed to God in the temple, and then fire fell from the sky and burned down the temple and the statues. The governor in charge of arresting him remained obstinate and was furious. He ordered Saint George to be beheaded, but the governor was burned to death by the heavenly fire on his way home.

In his final moments before death, Saint George uttered these words:

"Whenever you tremble because of injustice, call upon my name, and I will surely come to your aid."

Therefore, Saint George holds a position in the hearts of some Church believers comparable to that of Avalokiteshvara in Buddhism, who grants all requests.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew around Georgios's relaxed body, accompanied by the sound of the earth shaking.

Georgios stopped and then calmly placed Siegfried on the ground, whereupon a camera appeared in his hand, which he then focused in front of him.

His gaze followed the camera, looking at four figures dozens of kilometers away. After a while, a pleased smile appeared in the corner of his eye.

"Looks like you still have old friends looking for you before your duel with Fafnir, Siegfried."

"They caught up so quickly...?"

"Don't be surprised, Dragon Slayer."

Suddenly, Vlad III, who had been summoned here and was now in Mad Enhancement, smiled and reached out his hand to the two of them.

"Those who truly deserve to be called Heroic Spirit will inevitably have twisted aspects of themselves that they cannot bear the consequences of their own actions."

Then Vlad III glanced at the 'female' Saber beside him and said.

"Take this Saber, for example; he remains completely unfazed no matter how many people he kills."

His real name is Chevalier d'Eon, a Rider sworn to by the France Royal Family; the other is Atalanta, a Greece Hunters; and the Berserker Lancelot.

Siegfried, who had not yet encountered Georgios, fought against all the Servant belonging to the Dragon Witch's side based on his own judgment. He was ultimately defeated due to a lack of Od, but Martha hid him away in the end.

"You don't seem affected, Vlad."

"Your Excellency Saint George, my body has fallen, I am a true 'Demon,' and if possible, I hope you will end this body of mine."

Compared to Siegfried, Vlad treated Georgios much better; he didn't glare at him and even bowed respectfully.

"That's not how it works. It seems you were involved in a Holy Grail War with Siegfried in another world."

A smile returned to Georgios's face, and then, Ascalon, which appeared in his hands, shone brightly. "What did you witness at the final moment?"

That, of course, is oneself as a saint.

Before Vlad could finish speaking, Georgios extended Ascalon towards where the three of them were. Instantly, the air split open, and an astonishing Od blade drew arcs and flames through the air.

"Originally, I was planning to deliver this blow to Fafnir, whom Siegfried mentioned, just to avoid becoming rusty—"

While Georgios paused for some unknown reason, the sword energy he unleashed had already pierced through Chevalier d'Eon and Atalanta's bodies. Of course, it wasn't because he was too powerful, but because they were no longer willing to continue killing the people here in this 'Mad Enhancement' state.

After all, being forced to kill their children and the inhabitants of their own country is something they naturally find hard to accept. Therefore, when faced with this blow, they exert all their willpower just to free their bodies from the inability to commit suicide.

Originally, even Fran had planned to do the same, so Lancelot, who was preparing to resist, was ambushed and killed. However, just before the sword energy was about to hit him, Georgios crushed it with his hand, turning it into Od light, which, along with the others who turned into tiny lights, scattered across the land of France.

"... Which one is...?"

Before Vlad III could even ask a question, Georgios opened his eyes wide in the other direction.

"Siegfried, let me ask you one more question: Is the Fafnir you speak of truly an irredeemable dragon?"

Those brown eyes were fixed intently on Siegfried, who was leaning against a large tree.

"Fafnir, as a being of the Dragon Maleficium, naturally harbors immense malice and Greed towards humans. Is... what's wrong?"

"There are always exceptions. No wonder the 'staff' appeared. I thought it was because of that little girl, but I never expected it to be this reason..."

As Georgios spoke, half sighing and half conflicted, as the surrounding light gradually returned, he seemed to Vlad III and Siegfried to have become a completely different person.

"Oh dear, I just remembered. Actually, as Saint, even if I don't Present World as the Ruler, I can still borrow it based on the prestige here. I almost forgot."

Saint George's expression really looked like he was embarrassed for forgetting something.

At the same time, the morning Sun was rising, appearing to rise directly overhead in their line of sight, its soft light pouring down.

Then, Saint George took a picture of Siegfried and Vlad III, and Siegfried, who felt as if his body had been 'analyzed', was surprised to find that the curse that had immobilized him for several days had been lifted in an instant.

"As for you, you must be even happier to appear in this capacity."

In an instant, Vlad III, Class remained Lancer but whose appearance had suddenly become completely different, stared blankly at Saint George before him.

"This can be considered some remedial measure."

At this moment, Saint George, with his free hand resting quietly on Ascalon and his entire body filled with a supple tension, stared intently at a certain spot.

"However, no matter how I think about it, I just can't understand why they would get involved..."

Deep within Saint George's deep voice echoed the nervous anticipation of meeting someone.