Lianye shook his head helplessly. "Not only would you get zero points, you'd be sent back into the womb as a failing student and have your life chopped up for a fresh start..."
In the end, the only one who had yet to answer was Mash, the junior schoolgirl.
Seemingly uncomfortable with all the gazes suddenly focused on her, Mash lowered her head and said timidly, "—Why not eat meat porridge?"
"Bang! Bang! Correct!"
Lianye clapped his hands, encouraged by that flicker of human brilliance shining behind this "Humanity's Evil."
In this desolate age of cold-hearted people and Human Order Incineration, the only place one could hope to find even a trace of human warmth was Mash, the junior schoolgirl—though, of course, her hidden huge-breast attribute was also quite heartwarming.
"..."
Jeanne d'Arc watched their interaction from the side. With companions like these by her side, even in the desperate situation of Human Order Incineration, she would have enough courage to keep moving forward. Compared to the chaos that would occur in the future world, her own circumstances now seemed almost insignificant.
"All right, enough talking about this nonsense. Once we're done with dinner, rest in the tents. Tomorrow, we'll continue our march toward Orleans."
"Wait, Master!"
As soon as Lianye finished speaking, Kiyohime darted out from the nearby woods.
"What is it, Kiyohime?"
He had originally thought that the Berserker, who had quietly vanished in spirit form, had conscientiously gone to take up the night watch—though no matter how he thought about it, that should have been Archer's job.
"How can Master eat such unpalatable food? I stored the flying dragon wings I hunted today inside my Noble Phantasm, the Great Bell, then took them to the stream and washed them thoroughly. If you would permit it, please have