"Look at how utterly ugly you are. Even now, you still won't beg the god you believe in for help—or perhaps you already did, but your prayers weren't devout enough. Or maybe your sins were simply too grave. Or perhaps those hypocritical gods never loved you at all, driving you to beg mercy from me, a witch cast down into disgrace... Hehehehe."
Black Saber's face was dark and gloomy, yet she wore a bizarre, delighted smile. In contrast, Pierre's face instantly turned deathly pale, and his body began to tremble violently.
"Then let us begin the heretic's trial and burn away all sin."
"Roar—La Grondement Du Haine!"
As he watched the blazing flames rush toward him, despair began to multiply wildly within Pierre. His mouth hung open, yet he could not make a single coherent sound. He could only watch helplessly as the fire swallowed his body.
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Chapter 28: Suffering Through English
The Spiritron Transfer ended, and a wave of nauseating dizziness struck him. Su Mo collapsed onto the ground, rolled around, and vomited everything in his stomach.
"Master, are you all right?"
Seeing Su Mo rolling around on the grass, Kiyohime hurried forward in alarm and helped him up.
Supporting himself on Kiyohime's shoulder, Su Mo rose with a rather unpleasant expression. So many of them had come together, yet he was the only one who had thrown up. It seemed Servants were unaffected by Spiritron Transfer, but with a physical body, he found the sensation difficult to endure.
"Are you all right, Senior?"
"I'm fine. Much better than last time. My memories weren't scrambled this time." Su Mo waved a hand in response to Mash.
Letting go of Kiyohime, Su Mo looked over the land around them.
An endless expanse of lush green grassland and verdant trees stretched before them. If they could ignore Lancelot growling pointlessly beside them, this truly would have been a rare and beautiful sight.
"Whew, it looks like we transferred successfully, Senior. Huh... Fou, why did you come along too?"
The white squirrel-like creature chirped happily twice before sitting on Mash's shoulder. It was obvious that he was very attached to her.
"Look at the sky!"
Su Mo suddenly raised a hand and pointed upward. Following the direction of his finger, everyone saw a massive ring covering the entire sky.
"Dr. Roman, what is that?"
"This is... a ritual deployed in satellite orbit! In any case, there are no records indicating that anything like this happened during the Anglo-French War of 1431. This is undoubtedly one of the reasons the future vanished."
Halfway through Roman's explanation, Mash pointed in a certain direction and said curiously, "Senior, there seem to be people over there... They look like a French scouting unit. Should we make contact?"
"Yeah. We won't find anything out just standing around like this. Let's go take a look."
"Say, Su Mo, what exactly did you tell them? Why were we surrounded the moment we got there?"
Hearing Roman's complaint, Su Mo stared up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle and helplessly spread his hands. "This isn't Fuyu in Japan, and I don't know French, so I could only greet them in English and ask whether they could provide us with food and water. But who knew those barbarians without a shred of sympathy would surround us right away—God, wasn't France supposed to be the most civilized country?"
Roman was so furious he nearly fainted. He slammed the keyboard hard and howled at Su Mo in a voice that sounded as though his entire worldview had collapsed. "English is indeed a universal language, but that's in later generations! During the Hundred Years' War in France, speaking English to Frenchmen will get you treated as an English spy!"
"Master, if you are still hungry, then once I deal with these soldiers, I shall cut off their tails and give them to you as emergency rations!"
"Could you stop bringing up tails? This isn't Chaldea. Why can't you use your brain and hunt some wild boars or deer for a change of taste?" Su Mo grumbled, smacking his forehead hard.
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