A King Was No Saintess

This was a war to decide the victor.

There were no spectators on the Destiny Stage. Someone's twisted sense of humor had turned the moon overhead into a huge blood moon, and the battlefield encompassed the entire city.

Konan and the others arrived as well.

Yet no one made a move, even after the stage was fully prepared.

"Orochimaru, what are you waiting for?" Konan asked.

"Esteemed King of Heroes, have you nothing to say?" Orochimaru's raspy voice came from midair. Bathed in the blood moon's faint red glow, he looked like a ghost.

"What would you have me say?" Gilgamesh held a scroll, perfectly composed, with even a hint of a smile.

As Wise Flash, he was not as arrogant and reckless as Golden Flash. But his pride as a king had not diminished.

Whatever the situation, Wise Flash would carry himself this way.

"Just as I thought." Orochimaru seemed to have expected this. "Then we'll deal with you first. Konan, how about having one of your people fight that young woman alone? I promised the Saintess that much."

"If you made the promise, why should we be the ones to fight?" Konan glanced at Joan of Arc, her brows drawing together.

"A disagreement before the battle has even begun? At this rate, we'll struggle to defeat the enemy even together." Orochimaru showed no sign of yielding.

Konan frowned more deeply.

She mainly did not trust Joan of Arc.

She knew that this seemingly noble Heroic Spirit was also a member Shen Mo favored and had even helped them during the earlier rift in space. But that did not make Joan of Arc trustworthy. If anything, it made her suspicious.

Could someone who seemed to have no burning wish really have won that lord's favor?

"I'll do it," Ryougi