Just When You Think Your Mess Is Big Enough, Someone Always Has an Even Bigger One (Continued)

Joan of Arc was completely bewildered.

She had no idea when she had developed a clone of the Avenger.

And this clone of himself, whom he himself was unaware of, was even controlling a dragon alongside Gilles to begin destroying France.

It completely ruined her reputation.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad.

Most importantly, Joan of Arc of Arc discovered that her power had been reduced by more than half after she arrived here.

It was directly reduced from a top-level privilege dog to a half-crippled piece of junk.

Joan of Arc simply couldn't understand what this whole thing was all about.

Tell me, how did you manage to become a referee and suddenly ruin your reputation, turning into Dragon Witch that everyone hates?

It's like a complete stranger stealing your account and doing a bunch of horrible things, and you have to take the blame for it.

In other words, Joan of Arc had a good temper.

If someone else had encountered this situation, they probably would have exploded by now.

This kind of mess, let whoever wants to handle it deal with it, they're not going to put up with it anyway.

Compared to Mashu's confusion, Red A and the others were much calmer.

After all, these people are all seasoned veterans; what haven't they seen in the Holy Grail War?

So what if there are two Joan of Arc? Well, they really haven't seen anything like this before.

The occurrence of the same Heroic Spirit being summoned twice at once is extremely rare, even in the Holy Grail War.

In conclusion, after Joan of Arc's explanation, everyone understood that the person in front of them was the real Joan of Arc of Arc, and was not the same person as the Dragon Witch who had been causing trouble.

"So, it's possible to summon the same Heroic Spirit twice in one go?"

At this moment, even Roman was on the other side of Chaldea, couldn't help but start complaining.

"Oh, it's only been summoned twice, nothing to be surprised about."

To the astonished crowd, Mo Wang remarked that it wasn't impossible for the entire Holy Grail War to be orchestrated by a single person, let alone two.

You agree, right? Saber Ranger?

"Why are you so calm, Mo Wang? Do you know something again?"

Looking at Mo Roman's calm Mo Wang, Roman's doubts deepened.

In fact, Roman has always believed that Mo Wang actually possesses futuristic vision.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how he knew all of Lev's plans and about Goetia.

It's possible that this guy already knew about Joan of Arc's existence.

"Of course I'm not surprised, after all, I know that the Joan of Arc who's causing trouble is actually a fake."

"Fake, fake?"

Upon hearing Mo Wang's words, everyone present was stunned.

It seemed that Mo Wang had suddenly said something astonishing.

Even Joan of Arc was stunned at this moment.

"Yes, compared to this matter, Miss Joan of Arc, are you sure you don't want some Dragon Meat?"

At this moment, Mo Wang picked up a plate of fried chicken and grilled Dragon Meat and handed them to Joan of Arc, asking her a question.

"Senior, isn't this not the time for meals?"

Seeing that Mo Wang was actually planning to feed Joan of Arc first, Mashu couldn't help but cover her forehead.

What's the point of spoiling only half the plot? Couldn't you at least let them finish what they have to say?

"Calm down, calm down. It's just a fake Joan of Arc of Arc, isn't it? At this point, what could be more important than eating?"

Mo Wang said that since things had already come to this point and Joan of Arc's reputation had been ruined, they might as well have a meal first.

"I think this cannot be described as 'mere'."

Joan of Arc found herself both amused and exasperated by Mo Wang's words.

When Mo Wang offered her the food, Joan of Arc of Arc initially wanted to refuse.

Unexpectedly, after smelling the fragrance in the air, Joan of Arc of Arc's stomach began to rumble.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around them became awkward.

"Cough cough cough, well, since that's the case, then I'll try a little."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Joan of Arc quickly took the food from Mo Wang's hand and then hurriedly stuffed it into her mouth.

Then everyone saw that Joan of Arc, as if she hadn't eaten for years, devoured everything that Mo Wang had handed her with lightning speed.

This speed completely stunned Mashu.

"No, excuse me, um, is there any more?"

After finishing her meal, Joan of Arc, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, said apologetically to Mo Wang and the others.

At this moment, her face even began to turn the color of a red apple.

"Goodness."

Even Red A was stunned to see that Joan of Arc d'Arc had finished at least five servings of food in one go and was still not full.

It has to be said, she truly is a woman who shares the same face as Saber.

That's quite an astonishing amount of food.

No wonder the Marshal mistook someone for someone else back then.

So it's not just their faces that are the same, but their appetites are also comparable?

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Joan of Arc of Arc became even more embarrassed, almost burying her head in her chest. (By the way, did she really have that thing?)

There was nothing she could do; since her arrival, she had not only been severely weakened, but her magic power had also been depleted.

Because of the Dragon Witch, she can't find any food and has to hide every day.

From the moment she arrived until now, Joan of Arc has not only been fighting, but has also been constantly hungry.

When I came across something so delicious, I couldn't resist eating a little more.

"Cough cough cough, Red A, go and make some more food for Miss Saintess."

"Don't worry, our chefs are already used to cooking for all kinds of big eaters. You can have these first."

"Where were we? Oh, the place with the fake Joan of Arc of Arc, right?"

"I'm so glad you haven't forgotten what happened earlier."

At this moment, Roman couldn't help but complain to Mo Wang.

"Shut up! Let me do it!"

After criticizing the doctor who only slacked off at Chaldea, Mo Wang continued, "Before we get to that, Joan of Arc, you should know Gildre, right?"

"Certainly."

Joan of Arc, who was currently dealing with the fried chicken rice bowl that Red A had just made, nodded without hesitation.

After all, she was one of her closest comrades-in-arms; Joan of Arc had no reason to forget her.

"That makes things easier."

"Your comrade-in-arms will go insane because of your death in the next ten years or so, and will start learning all sorts of strange and evil Magecraft."

"To put it simply, this whole thing happened because someone somehow obtained the Holy Grail, came to this world, and then dug up your grave. Using your corpse, they created a fake Joan of Arc who only knows revenge and isn't very bright."

Upon hearing Mo Wang's words, Joan of Arc stopped eating and stared at Mo Wang in astonishment, saying, "You mean, Gilles is the one who caused this?!"

It's no wonder Joan of Arc was so surprised.

After all, in Joan of Joan of Arc's Remembrance, the Marshal is still that dashing, chivalrous figure.

To say that this person would become a frog-eyed, self-absorbed, and even mentally unstable individual in the future is an understatement; he has now nearly destroyed the entire France.

Joan of Arc simply couldn't believe it for the time being.

In fact, when Mo Wang saw the normal version of the Marshal and the Caster Class version of the Marshal, Mo Wang found it hard to believe that these two completely different characters were actually the same person.

"Let's put it this way. Miss Joan of Arc, have you recently felt that you can't fully utilize your Ruler privileges and various abilities, to the point that they're even difficult to use?"

"Yes, that's how it is."

"That's right!"

"That Black Joan over there, to put it simply, was created by the Marshal using your corpse as a vessel, combined with his own hatred that France had betrayed you, as well as various other resentments, and the power of the Holy Grail."

"In essence, that person doesn't have Spirit Origin Servant. The Holy Grail itself is her core."

"However, because that guy came out before you, the name Joan of Arc ended up being registered and bound by the emergency registration system."

"As a result, your reputation in this place has dropped significantly, and even your job authority is no longer complete."

"So that's how it is? Gilles, how could this be..."

Upon hearing that it was one of my best friends who had done such a thing, my mood immediately plummeted.

She truly never expected that such a thing would happen after her death.

To think that his own body would be dug up by his best friend, who would even do such a thing to him.

No matter how you look at it, it's just too hellish, isn't it?

At this point, the image of a certain France Marshal had already begun to plummet in the hearts of the Servant.

In this horizontal comparison, it seems that Mo Wang, who digs up Servant graves everywhere, actually looks like a human being.

After thinking about it, Joan of Arc was really pitiful; I never expected that she would encounter such a calamity even after death.

"Oh dear, Miss Saintess, you don't need to feel so guilty."

"After all, it was just a corpse being dug up, which almost destroyed the whole of France."

"Compared to the mess someone made, it's nothing."

At this moment, Mo Wang patted Joan of Arc of Arc on the back, indicating that she didn't need to feel so guilty.

Look at that guy who almost destroyed the entire history of human civilization because his corpse was used by someone.

Isn't he sitting in Chaldea's office right now, spending his days eating all sorts of snacks or watching those costumed characters, living a very comfortable life?

Compared to that, what is France?

What's that saying again? When you think you've made a huge mess, don't forget that someone almost destroyed the world because they didn't properly dispose of a body.

"Ah Qiu!"

Roman, who was sitting in his office at that moment, couldn't help but sneeze suddenly.

"What's going on? I have a feeling someone is talking about me."

"Thank you for your understanding, but ultimately I bear some responsibility for this incident."

"No matter what, Gilles is my friend, and I have a duty to stop him."

At this moment, Joan of Arc stood up and looked at the crowd in front of her with a serious expression.

"What ambition, young lady! In that case, welcome to join our great team."

At that moment, Mo Wang gave Joan of Arc of Arc a hug.

When Mashu saw Mo Wang suddenly give Joan of Arc a hug, she instantly reacted like a cat with its fur standing on end, her eyes widening and her cheeks turning bright red.

"Senior! What are you doing!"

Mashu stormed forward, pulling Mo Wang away from Joan of Arc' Arc. Hands on her hips, she lectured like a parent, "How could you hug someone like that! Especially a Saintess you just met! So rude!"

Mo Wang Mashu him along, scratched his head, and said innocently, "Oh, this is just to show our welcome! Besides, Joan of Arc is our new partner, what's wrong with a hug?"

"What's wrong? This is a big problem!"

Mashu stomped her feet in anger, "Senpai, your behavior is too frivolous! And... and..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, her face redder and redder, until finally she simply lowered her head and muttered softly, "It just won't work!"