"Father Roland? That friend who came looking for you?" Brother Carl asked, utterly confused. "Who exactly is he?"
"Well... I really don't dare say." The Angel of Death shook his head. "Saying it would be a little... too blasphemous."
"Blasphemous?" Brother Carl was even more puzzled, but questioning the Angel of Death further yielded no answers.
"You'll understand when you go to Gotham City," the Angel of Death said. "I need to go there too. I have to see Father Roland."
"Now you've made me curious about this priest of yours," Brother Carl said.
Gotham City.
"Within the manifestations of your Spirit Origin as a Servant, I glimpsed a fluidity of identity transcending sainthood, yet found myself unable to fully deconstruct it. Perhaps this deterritorialization of yours, which retroactively establishes fate as an a priori condition, has created a contradiction between my perspective as your Master and my imagined conception of Saint Jeanne d'Arc, producing the aloof tension that places you beyond the constructed framework of the Holy Grail War. Would you be willing to articulate the landscape and horizons of your Spirit Origin's transformation and the reconstruction of your obsessions, allowing me, through the global synchronization of our Magic Circuits and a profound mingling of magic grounded in bodily fluids, to perceive the underlying hue of the will hidden deep beneath your saintly radiance?"
"Uh? Ah... um..." Jeanne d'Arc Alter couldn't make heads or tails of Roland's words, so she turned to Jeanne d'Arc for help.
"He wants to taste the forbidden fruit with you," Jeanne d'Arc translated.
"Huh?!" Jeanne d'Arc Alter's face instantly flushed red. Flustered, she stammered, "I-isn't this a little too soon?"
"You stay out of this for now." Jeanne d'Arc pulled Roland aside. "What's the meaning of this? You come back and immediately try to