Little Chen Luo had to consider his own safety too. Besides, Black Jeanne d'Arc's free movement consumed mana, and Chen Luo had to keep supplying that mana...
"Just a warning: if you still don't go in now, it might be too late," Chen Luo reminded her.
"Right..." Coming to her senses, Black Jeanne d'Arc hurriedly ran deeper into Prison Castle.
"Wait for me..." Little Chen Luo flew through the air and hurried after her.
"Too slow." Black Jeanne d'Arc scooped Chen Luo into her arms and ran into Prison Castle.
"It's too stuffy! Let me sit on your head! Your shoulders are fine too!" Chen Luo felt distinctly uncomfortable as two massive mountains pressed against him.
"Why does this damn Prison Castle have so many guards? And why are they attacking me?" Black Jeanne d'Arc said irritably as skeleton soldiers blocked her path.
"Because not a single drop of the mana in your body belongs to you now, nor does it belong to the Holy Grail. It's all mine," Chen Luo said grumpily from her shoulder.
The Shadow Servants forcibly summoned through contracts, along with Black Jeanne d'Arc, were in the same state as they had been in the bar: they had only a tiny amount of mana left.
They did not even have HP, because for Servants, mana and HP were shared.
The last drop of mana Black Jeanne d'Arc had left had been draining ever since she was brought to this Singularity. Only when it was almost completely depleted did she renew her contract with Chen Luo and receive a supply of mana.
It was no exaggeration to say that Chen Luo's mana was now flowing entirely through Black Jeanne d'Arc's body.
These skeleton soldiers were the common mobs stationed in Prison Castle. They had no brains,