"Beast of Revelation. It really has been a long time since anyone called me that." Roland raised an eyebrow. "Then you must be Ruler. Only someone connected to it would call me by that name."
For most people, Roland's nature as Humanity's Evil took precedence over his specific authorities, making Beast VI the most fitting name for him. Only those of the Holy Church's lineage, who were inextricably connected to him, would place his nature as the Antichrist before Humanity's Evil.
And with that face so similar to Saber's, along with her simple, innocent, saintly air, the girl's identity was hardly difficult to guess.
"The Saint of France, Jeanne d'Arc. There really is a captivating radiance within you."
"As you say, I am Jeanne d'Arc, summoned to this war in the Ruler Class. I came to find and resolve the anomaly in this Holy Grail War that threatens human history!"
Without any of the discretion expected in a Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc openly announced her identity in a firm, valiant voice. That act alone amply demonstrated the girl's determination and boldness.
Roland nodded. Although she looked like a gullible, innocent fool, perhaps because of his identity, Jeanne d'Arc was exceedingly solemn now, her expression utterly serious and deeply wary. She held her graceful back straight, perfectly displaying a sacred, inviolable, dignified beauty.
But what drew Roland's attention more than that was neither the Iris Flower Banner, which looked more like an ornament than a weapon, nor Jeanne d'Arc's delicate, doll-like, gentle face, which held a little more life than Saber's.
-it was the girl's outfit.
"So... are you updating the legend of how you went onto the battlefield in the simple clothes of a farmer's daughter?"
Resting his chin on his hand, Roland pondered for a moment, his expression