"Miss Mukuro Hoshimiya, may I ask what your wish is for the Holy Grail?"
The cup stopped at his lips.
A subtle change appeared in Mukuro Hoshimiya's expression.
"Oh, this..."
She put the cup down, held the rim with both hands and turned it around, her gaze drifting out the window.
Jeanne d'Arc waited quietly.
I want to have a real body.
Mukuro Hoshimiya's voice was a little softer than before.
"Continue to live in this era."
She paused.
"This is my wish."
Jeanne d'Arc's brow furrowed even more.
Her intuition told her that the other person wasn't lying.
The desire to obtain a physical body is not uncommon among Heroic Spirit. Many Heroic Spirit, after being summoned, develop a longing for the mortal world and wish to continue existing in physical form.
In most cases, a Heroic Spirit has acquired a physical body and remains in the mortal world will not cause much damage to the world's operation.
They will live as ordinary people and eventually die naturally one day.
However, at the very moment that Mukuro Hoshimiya expressed her wish...
The Revelation skill's response became more intense.
It was so intense that Jeanne d'Arc of Arc's temples throbbed with pain.
In other words...
God does not want this person to fulfill this wish.
Why?
All she wants is a physical body. A seemingly harmless young girl wants to obtain a body to live in the modern world.
What's wrong with that?
Unless, after gaining a physical body, Mukuro Hoshimiya does something powerful enough to shake the world order?
Or rather, given the premise of "obtaining a physical body," does the very existence of Mukuro Hoshimiya already constitute a "threat" in some sense?
Many thoughts flashed through Jeanne d'Arc of Arc's mind.
But she ultimately didn't press the matter further.
Because whatever the reason, the conclusion given by the Revelation is clear.
"Miss Mukuro Hoshimiya."
Joan of Jeanne d'Arc's voice became serious.
I hope you can give up this wish.
Mukuro Hoshimiya looked at Jeanne d'Arc.
"No."
Decisive and efficient, without even hesitation.
Jeanne d'Arc Mukuro Hoshimiya's eyes, trying to find any trace of wavering.
Those golden eyes were as calm as a lake, reflecting Jeanne d'Arc's own image, but nothing else could be read in them.
"Do you know what Revelation means?" Jeanne d'Arc took a step forward. "It's guidance from God. If God deems your wish not to be granted—"
That's your god, not mine.
Mukuro Hoshimiya interrupted her.
His tone remained gentle, but his attitude left no room for negotiation.
Jeanne d'Arc's breath caught in her throat for a moment.
"Miss Mukuro Hoshimiya."
"As Ruler, I have the authority to issue Command Spell to all Servant. If you are unwilling to cooperate—"
Command Spell?
"It won't work on me."
Jeanne d'Arc's eyes changed.
"Don't tell me you only have two for each Servant; even if you had twenty, it would be the same."
When Mukuro Hoshimiya said this, it was as if she were stating a basic physical fact.
It will rain, the water will freeze, Command Spell have no effect on me.
Jeanne d'Arc was not someone who only talked the talk.
"In the name of the Command Spell."
The Command Spell on Jeanne d'Arc's back glowed with a blinding red light. Magic flowed through the Holy Grail System into the command circuit, pointing towards Mukuro Hoshimiya.
The command is now in effect.
But it only lasted for less than half a second.
Mukuro Hoshimiya gently raised one hand. The miniature version of the Michael appeared in her palm, and a very thin beam of light flashed on the tip of the staff.
"Close".
The Command Spell markings on Jeanne d'Arc's back faded.
One Command Spell has been used up.
But nothing happened.
Jeanne d'Arc Arc stood there, stunned.
Command Spell of the Ruler class are theoretically absolute binding force on any Servant.
It was blocked.
Moreover, the command's effect was "shut down" at the conceptual level before it even reached the target's Spirit Origin.
What level of authority is this exactly?
"I told you it wouldn't work on me."
Mukuro Hoshimiya put away the Michael and picked up the cup of hot cocoa again.
Jeanne d'Arc remained silent for a long time.
"I see."
She ultimately chose to back down.
It wasn't because she was convinced. The Revelation was still flashing warning signals wildly in her mind.
However, it is unrealistic to engage in combat with the opponent from within Black Faction's own territory.
Not to mention that there are Servant such as Heracles and Siegfried stationed in the stronghold, the abilities that Mukuro Hoshimiya has shown are already beyond Jeanne d'Arc's ability to handle.
" Mukuro Hoshimiya, I hope you will reconsider."
"No, it won't."
Jeanne d'Arc looked at the girl sitting cross-legged on the windowsill, drinking hot cocoa.
An entity capable of sending Noble Phantasm into outer space, causing the Hanging Gardens of Babylon to fall, and nullifying Ruler Command Spell.
If such a being were to acquire a true physical body, it would remain in this world forever...
Jeanne d'Arc Arc turned and left the East Hall.
The moment she stepped out of the walled city gate, she took a deep breath of fresh air.
The Revelation was still guiding her.
But now there's an added layer of complexity.
On the way back to Trifas.
Jeanne d'Arc walked briskly along the country lane, her mind still replaying her conversation with Mukuro Hoshimiya.
The girl's attitude was too nonchalant. She was too relaxed about nullifying the Command Spell, as if these were all trivial matters to her.
Jeanne d'Arc pondered these thoughts, a sudden gust of wind pressed down from the sky.
Jeanne d'Arc looked up and saw a chariot drawn by three divine horses swooping down from the sky and stopping a dozen meters in front of her.
The green-haired youth held the reins with one hand, while the other rested casually on the edge of the chariot. His right arm remained sealed, hanging motionless at his side.
Achilles.
"Oh, Miss Ruler."
Achilles grinned.
"Don't be nervous, we're not here to fight."
Joan of Jeanne d'Arc's hand was already on the flag.
What are you doing here?
"Our Master wants to talk to you. I'm just here as a taxi driver."
Achilles gestured with his chin toward the back of the chariot.
"Come up?"
Jeanne d'Arc did not move.
" The Master of the Red Faction?"
"Yes. Our Master is a very interesting person; I guarantee you'll find him interesting."
Jeanne d'Arc remained silent for a moment.
At this moment, Revelation offered a faint but clear signal.
go.
This signal feels exactly the same as when it was directed at someone on the Red Faction before.
Although the main target of the Revelation has now become Mukuro Hoshimiya, the "original problem" of the Red Faction has not completely disappeared.
Jeanne d'Arc made her decision.
"Lead the way."
She boarded the chariot.
Achilles flicked the reins, and the two divine horses reared up, the chariot drawing an arc in the air as it flew into the distance.
The Red Faction's temporary base was set up in an abandoned monastery a dozen kilometers away from Trifas.
The chariot landed in the open space in front of the monastery.
Achilles jumped off the chariot and gestured "please" with his left hand.
"Go inside."
Jeanne d'Arc passed through the archway of the monastery. The interior had been simply renovated, with new enchantments and perception Magecraft operating in the corridors.
She was taken to a chapel at the very back of the monastery.
The stained glass windows of the chapel depict stories from the Bible, and sunlight filters through the glass, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow.
A young man stood before the altar.
White hair, dark robes. His face was almost too young, with a gentle smile on his lips.
The moment Jeanne d'Arc entered the chapel, her True Name Discernment was activated.
This should not have happened.
True Name Discernment is a unique skill specific to Servant and will not have any effect on ordinary human Master.
But it worked.
The information entered Jeanne d'Arc of Arc's consciousness.
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada.
Ruler.
Jeanne d'Arc of Arc stopped in her tracks.
Her pupils dilated in an instant.
Ruler.
The other party is Ruler.
No, that's not right. He is the Master. All the Servant on the Red Faction consider him their Master, Achilles just said "our Master " too.
However, the information retrieved from the True Name Discernment is that Servant the Servant class, Ruler.
The Master is also the Servant.
There is only one possibility for this situation.
Receive meat.
This person is a Heroic Spirit who has obtained a real physical body.
Welcome, Ruler.
Amakusa Shirou Tokisada said with a smile.
Or should I say -- Saint Jeanne d'Arc?