I've Been Studying Hard, You Know / The Assassin's Mercy

Before he could even figure out what was going on, his body involuntarily picked up a fairy tale book from the ground.

I opened it and took a look.

Author: Hans Christian Hans Christian Andersen

He picked up all the fairy tale books on the ground one by one and discovered that they were all his works.

"Hey, even though you're the Master, I would never do something like asking you to change your own work."

Hans Christian Andersen looked displeased, and then he added firmly.

"I will absolutely not give in!"

Gretel glared fiercely at Hans Christian Andersen without saying a word.

She raised her small hand, which was engraved with the Command Spells, and displayed them to Hans Christian Andersen Command Spells reservation.

"Stop! Stop!"

Hans Christian Andersen quickly stopped the nursery Gretel from activating the Command Spells again.

He clutched a large stack of fairy tale books, looking distressed, and said dejectedly, "I'll give it a try..."

"Go to the side and fix it slowly. Don't stand here and disturb us!"

Gretel then lowered her arm and drove Hans Christian Andersen out of the summoning circle.

Hans Christian Andersen walked to a corner, sat down on the ground, and paid no attention to the thick layer of dust on the ground.

He opened a children's book, and the stories in it were very familiar to him; they were his own works.

But how do we change this?

That was a masterpiece he painstakingly created, recognized by the world.

Hans Christian Andersen gripped his head tightly, sensing that he was about to lose a lot of hair again.

With Hans Christian Andersen's matter settled, the children immediately began to call again.

This time, standing in the center of the summoning circle is Little Jeanne.

What did she use to make her relics?

Everyone looked at her curiously.

Section 256, Chapter 35: I've been studying very hard.

The children hadn't discussed beforehand who they would summon, so now they were curious about what Little Jeanne would use as a relic.

In such a short time, their energy was limited, and they couldn't obtain any particularly special relics, so they could only use things that were readily available to them.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Little Jeanne took out her spear and gently placed it in the center of the summoning circle.

"Jeanne-chan, you're not going to summon yourself, are you?"

"Don't be silly! She's trying to summon Black Jeanne, the grown-up version of herself."

"Isn't that herself?"

"They're different. They're completely different. How could they be the same person?"

Why would she summon Black Jeanne?

"I don't know, maybe they just think it's fun."

Amid the children's chatter, Little Jeanne began chanting the incantation. This was something she had planned long ago; her spear was no ordinary object, and only those who had used it before could summon it.

A brilliant light shone before Little Jeanne of Arc, a light that was sacred and pure.

A figure emerged from the light, wearing a dark cloak with a white cross standing out against the dark background.

She was dressed in armor, like a warrior, with a slender longsword hanging at her waist. The military uniform made her figure even more heroic.

Her long, golden hair was styled into a long braid that hung down her back, giving her an even more delicate and approachable look, like a girl next door.

She wore the same headdress as Little Jeanne, which made her face look exceptionally clean and without any unnecessary embellishment.

However, these are not her most distinctive features.

Her most distinctive feature is the flag she holds in her hand.

The iris pattern, white with gold, moves swiftly and makes a loud noise in this dilapidated warehouse without any wind.

She felt out of place in this dirty, old warehouse.

But this only highlights her purity, like a flower that rises from the mud unsullied, spotless.

"Ruler, Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc, you have answered the call, and I will fight alongside you."

"Ah, it's the original me!"

"Pure, dignified, and lovable... she's exactly my ideal image!"

Little Jeanne looked at the Jeanne d'Arc of Arc before her with a sparkling forehead. She always believed that when she grew up, she would never become like Black Jeanne, but would be more like the Jeanne d'Arc before her.

"Huh? I see a familiar shadow in you."

Jeanne d'Arc knelt down, meeting the Little Jeanne's gaze. "Child, who are you?"

"I'm you when I was a child!"

Little Jeanne told a small lie, which wasn't really a lie, as she had always believed it to be true.

Jeanne d'Arc blinked in confusion. "Was I really that cute when I was little?"

"Of course I'm your evolved version!"

Little Jeanne raised her head and said with great pride, "I've studied hard, so I won't be unable to even write my signature on the contract properly!"

Jeanne d'Arc was immediately furious, her face turning red. She stood up and said, "I take back what I just said. You are not cute at all!"

"Hmph! It's not up to you."

Little Jeanne wouldn't get angry because of Jeanne d'Arc's words. In her heart, as long as Yuxian thought she was cute, that was enough. Other people's opinions didn't matter.

"It's my turn! It's my turn!"

Seeing that Gretel and Little Jeanne had summoned their Servant, Illya couldn't resist and wanted to summon her Servant as soon as possible.

After placing a fragment of some unknown object in the center of the summoning circle, she eagerly began the summoning process.

"■■■!!" A low growl rang out.

"Berserker!"

Illya jumped up with joy.

"Illya, where did you get this relic?" Kuro asked curiously.

They stayed together the whole time, and Illya never seemed to have time to search for such rare relics on her own.

Illya smiled mysteriously, "Of course I have a special way!"

In fact, she didn't have any special method; it was simply something she got from Heracles of Chaldea.

"Ah! Illya is so cunning. I didn't prepare any relics. I wonder who she will summon."

Kuro was a little discouraged. She had always thought that no one had prepared any artifacts, so she didn't care and could summon anyone she wanted anyway.

Now everyone is secretly making preparations, which makes her very unhappy and gives her a feeling of falling behind.

Although we are good friends in general, there will always be some comparisons and competition between us in private.

However, when she looked at Little Jack, who was looking around blankly, and Abby, who was standing quietly to the side, she felt a little comforted.

These two friends are definitely not the type to secretly prepare artifacts, and she is not the most backward one either.

Thinking about it this way, Kuro suddenly stopped feeling uncomfortable.

She stepped forward, came to the center of the summoning circle, and prepared to begin a random summon.

Just then, Kuro suddenly had a thought.

She took out a bow, a very ordinary bow, no different from most bows used for practice.

It's not Noble Phantasm; it's just an ordinary longbow that you can find anywhere.

Kuro herself is a skilled archer, and she hopes to select a Servant is also adept at using a bow and arrow.

This is at least better than aimless random summoning; at least there are some fixed targets.

For example, Chiron, Atalanta, and Arjuna Heroic Spirit all known for their skill with bows and arrows.

"Servant, Archer, nice to meet you!"

"Wow, it's so lively here! Is there some kind of event going on?"

The Servant that appeared in the summoning circle had a smile on his face and seemed to be a very cheerful person.

"A great hero!"

The children gasped.

Even Jeanne d'Arc and Hans Christian Hans Christian Andersen, who was sitting on the ground sighing, turned their gazes toward them.

The newcomer was none other than Arash, the great Persian hero.

"It's not that amazing, really!"

Arash touched his head somewhat embarrassedly, but his smile remained.

People who smile a lot are sure to have good luck.

"Ah! Kuro, you're so cunning! You were clearly prepared, but you still tricked us."

The children all expressed disbelief that Kuro was completely unprepared.

Kuro laughed happily; this great hero was very popular with the children.

Arash was known for his good temper at Chaldea, and he would try his best to meet the children's requests.

Arash would go to great lengths to protect the children's smiles.

The children surrounded Arash, asking him all sorts of questions, and Arash patiently answered them all.

He always had a smile on his face, showing no sign of impatience, and even seemed to be enjoying himself.

Although he had just been summoned and hadn't yet figured out what was going on, that didn't stop Arash from liking children.

Seeing how popular Arash, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc even felt a tiny bit of jealousy.

She hurriedly prayed to the Lord, which was not the emotion Saintess should have.

Section 257, Chapter Thirty-Six: The Assassin's Mercy

Arash's summons seemed to ignite the children's interest, and they were overjoyed.

Little Jeanne urged hurriedly, "Jack, Abby, only the two of you are left, you should hurry up too."

"Is Jack going to be summoned too?"

Little Jack blinked. She wasn't really interested in these things, and even if she summoned Servant, she didn't know what to do.

"Of course we have to! We're all in this together, how can you be left behind?" Gretel pulled Jack over and pushed her toward the summoning circle.

Jack stood there, unsure of what to do.

She said weakly, "But we didn't remember the spell..."

She's been playing carefree these past few days, completely forgetting about the incantation she was supposed to memorize, and now she's staring blankly with wide eyes.

Gretel looked helplessly at her good friend.