Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Good, good, good—! 'So, the God of Love is someone who is not loved, isn't he?' Kamachin sank, his heart in solitude.

Tiamat: "Mother—I'm so happy!! Hehe, so happy!"

Tiamat's face flushed slightly: "Taking care of Master is really tiring."

Night: "That should be my line..."

Tiamat pouted: "No, whatever... it's just a mother taking care of her child's little emotions. Overwhelming victory. Because I am Tiamat, and I'm strong."

As she spoke, Tiamat extended her other hand, which was not being held.

Pat your head, pat your head...

"Super Mother—she'll take care of everything for her child. Finding a partner is also—very important. Bad Beasts—not allowed. If you find the right one, remember to bring them along."

"As long as Tiamat is used for the review, anyone can be eliminated."

She made no attempt to hide her wolfish ambition that she never intended to let anyone pass the review; that's how simple and straightforward she was.

That's part of what makes it so endearing.

Ye asked with interest, "Aren't there any special cases that were successfully approved?"

Tiamat: "Waaah... Waaah... -- There's nothing I can do. If the human child really wants it, I... I can reluctantly take on the responsibilities of a partner as well."

Tiamat sounded a little guilty as she said this.

She longs for her child to be by her side forever, even though she knows it's going too far, she just can't help it.

Moreover—as long as he has her, that's enough. He can be even more decadent, acting as both girlfriend and mother, and she can do it all.

Night chuckled, "You really are reliable, Tiamat."

Then, as if coaxing a child, he took Tiamat's hand and started shopping with her.

From an outsider's perspective, it's quite clear who is taking care of whom!

The group then removed the cognitive impairments they had added to their bodies, so that no one could recognize them even when they walked down the street.

Although the mall's glass was shattered, making shopping less convenient, it's still possible to enjoy the scenery and try the food.

As always, after arriving in the modern world, Ti's mother developed a liking for takoyaki and grilled squid.

With a snap, the fairy Morgan, who had already returned to the Linglong Pavilion and was with her Master Sajō Aika, watched the happy scene of the group's date from afar and subconsciously crushed the edge of the table in her house with her bare hands.

Chapter 146 This is the real Kingdom of Heaven, is God not cruel? The shocked marshal

"Oh dear, aren't you planning to come over together, Saber... You really want to go on a date with His Highness, don't you?" Aika Sajou asked Morgan with a smile as she looked at the scene transmitted through the detection magic.

Morgan remained calm as always: "No, in comparison, Master, your resentment is practically written all over your face."

Sajou Aika's defenses crumbled in an instant.

Ahhh, what can she do?! The universe is now filled with the power of His Majesty's laws, to the point that her omniscience, linked to the origin, has completely failed.

It was somewhat usable on the first day of the Holy Grail War, but now it's completely unresponsive!

Even after her omniscience failed, she was still just a girl who was slightly better than normal magicians and her peers.

Seeing Morgan's excited, subconscious demeanor just now, I originally wanted to provoke the Queen and get her to lead me to cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, Morgan's actions backfired.

This script isn't Mary Sue at all! This shouldn't be happening!

It was completely different from what Aigo had initially envisioned—a beautiful, fateful encounter.

If there truly is a goddess of destiny who writes the fate of the world, then she must be the worst goddess ever!

Yoru spent the whole day playing with the group, and later even dragged Misaya, Illya, Fujino, and Brunhilde over with her.

Although Morgan was also invited, he didn't like such a lively scene. It would be fine if he came out alone with Ye, but he used magic to inform Mordred that he could go play with his father instead!

Guess who didn't receive an invitation in the end?

Sajō Aika's defenses have been breached for the second time!

Aika: "It's nothing—Ayaka didn't receive an invitation either."

At this point, Aika could only console herself by thinking that her younger sister had also not been invited.

After all, they are just allies—their relationship isn't strong enough yet, so it's normal that His Majesty the Demon King didn't invite them.

Waaaaah, waaaaah, waaaaah—!

But Ilya and Asagami Fujino went too.

She was the one who first (unilaterally) met His Majesty!

Aika's overly obvious "loser" aura made it possible for Ayaka Sajou, who lived in the precocious island nation, to understand why her older sister was so dejected, as if she were hunched over in despair.

This kind of older sister is a little bit... shattering Ayaka's long-held image of a perfect older sister.

But she still genuinely cared about her older sister and comforted her, who was becoming somewhat 'useless'.

No longer the all-powerful older sister—I have a feeling… Ugh, I have a bad feeling.

Young Ayaka Sajou inexplicably felt that if she were allowed to continue to suffer such setbacks and disappointments, she might have to bear enormous pressure in the future, and even live a terrible life of constantly cleaning up after her useless older sister.

No, impossible. Aika is so perfect, how could a world exist where she needs to support the entire Sajō family, or even take care of her sister in return (horrifying)?

...And that is, Ye spent the whole day wandering around with a large group of heroic spirits.

Finally—though he didn't know how to fly, by riding a sea monster and having the sea monster hunt for food at the bottom of the sea to restore its magic power, the marshal finally arrived in Tokyo by sea.

Without a Master, relying solely on sea creatures for transportation is really tough!

The marshal had considered eating people all the way through, raising a huge banner of rebellion, and snatching back his beautiful saint Joan of Arc from the hands of the gods.

But—I can't wait—!

He couldn't wait any longer.

Knowing that Joan of Arc might have also descended into this world, he was filled with an unbearable anxiety that turned into a pilgrimage-like feeling.

If he were to postpone meeting the saintess and delay the process of rescuing her from the depths of hell, from the hell of God's heaven, in order to conserve his strength, that would be something Gilles de Rais could not tolerate.

As she thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes! Two streams of hot tears slid down her cheeks!

Then—the marshal, who couldn't wait to send out familiars and use magic to explore the land as soon as he landed.

Without much effort, as if guided by Joan of Arc's radar, he located the group of people who were using cognitive impairment to play.

That kind of simple magic is only used to obscure the perception of ordinary people, and naturally it cannot obscure the perception of people in the other world. Not to mention a marshal, even an ordinary magician can see through the illusion and disguise.

Then--!

"Ohhhhhhh~!!! Joan of Arc—!! That holy aura, that captivating posture, that resolute and decisive—indeed, my saintess has been resurrected—!" His wish had been fulfilled; the Holy Grail had chosen him!

But—before Gillespie could even start to go crazy over seeing Jeanne d'Arc, and just as the marshal was about to excitedly point to the image of Jeanne d'Arc in the observed magical projection and declare that he had found his saintess, he suddenly noticed Jeanne d'Arc Alter smiling and getting close to him with a look of disgust on her face.

Suddenly—his fingers instinctively tried to veer to the other side—Gilth buried his face in his hands and cried out, “Oh my god!!! Two, two, two Joan of Arc, resurrected?!! Heaven—!! This is the real Heaven!”

Ryunosuke did not deceive him.

At this moment, the marshal suddenly froze, lost in a kind of shocked bewilderment.

If what Ryunosuke said is true, then the extra Jeanne d'Arc can only be due to God.

And that was something that almost instantly struck the Marshal's heart, like the image of Jeanne d'Arc as the ideal vengeful witch in his mind—what was that?

Was that also the work of God?

Gilles de Rais, who should have immediately scorned God and rescued the saintess from the evil god, suddenly fell into a state of self-doubt and panic.

If God is truly cold and cruel, how could He create such a beautiful being, almost exactly the Joan of Arc He envisioned?

A witch, a vengeful witch—! Without a doubt, Gilles saw through the true nature of the Black Jeanne with just one glance.

Could it be that God also supported Joan of Arc's rebellion and revenge?!

If it were just a simple encounter with Joan of Arc, the Marshal wouldn't have reacted so strongly. He would have simply assumed that God wanted to continue deceiving and using his saintess, and then discard her like a useless object once she was no longer needed, showing no regard for Joan's life.

But if we think about it this way, why did the black Joan of Arc appear?

A hypocritical god who claims to love humanity would openly summon a witch?! This... this is simply—

No, that's not right! We cannot be deceived by a hypocritical and cruel god.

A deep hatred flashed in the marshal's eyes. What he should do was expose God's hypocrisy and reclaim his saintess.

After all, he had already personally experienced it countless times—God's indifference and ruthlessness! A villain like him has committed so many evil deeds, yet God has never punished him. God—does not care about or concern himself with the lives of mankind!

However, before the marshal could fully adjust his mindset, his eyes suddenly bulged even more, staring wide-eyed as if they were about to pop out, and he let out a scream: "Ohhhhhh—! That, that's…!"

Suddenly, in a magical projection, the image of Youzhen appeared before the marshal's eyes.

"Not two, but—three…Joan of Arc?!"

Chapter 147 Self-loathing, how despicable, how wise, and yet—the great God

Children are the most lovable beings.

Even the most hated heroic spirits usually dislike adults who have grown up, rather than being overly critical of children.

Arrogant kings and evil anti-heroic spirits, aside from those who are utterly perverted, whether heroes or demons, usually show a different kind of gentleness and forgiveness when facing children.

This is something called conscience within human nature.

Gilles de Rais was also a big fan of children.

He wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed torturing and killing children; he was a true guardian of children. However, after Joan of Arc's death, in order to verify the existence of God and to resurrect Joan of Arc, he strayed into the demonic path, repeatedly betraying and completely going against his past.

He secluded himself in the lands of Mashkull and Tiforge to study alchemy, killing and torturing more than 300 children to death in the process, and was eventually burned at the stake, ending his miserable life.

"My heart died the moment Joan of Arc was abandoned by that damned god. Marshal of France, national hero—none of that mattered to me anymore. I thought that the hero named Gilles de Rais had died with Joan of Arc. From now on, there will only be me, Bluebeard!" Bluebeard looked at the young Joan of Arc in the light and shadow with great emotion, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh oh oh oh—! I should have already fallen into hell, so what? Even that beautiful saintly maiden, who gave her all her youth and effort to save her country, was called a liar and was cruelly burned at the stake. Faced with such an unjust world, I betrayed everything and committed a vile act, so what?"

"But—but…" Suddenly, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, as if he was deeply moved by the scene before him.

He seemed to rediscover his past love for children in the resurrection of the three Joans and in the young Joan.

That palpable protective instinct seemed to remind him of when he was still a knight.

How incredibly beautiful!!!

I was fortunate enough to see Joan of Arc as a young, innocent child, still growing up.