Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Then I heard him say, "My relic has been destroyed..."

"Then, I found the Gilgamesh epic tablets that had just been unearthed, and took them as relics... only to discover that they were fake."

"The clay tablets were smeared and rewritten. The original content on the bottom layer was actually a hymn of praise to the goddess Ishtar."

"I didn't check carefully, I rushed to summon... and then there was no response, and it was over."

“Even my Command Seals have disappeared, vanished into thin air… I am no longer qualified to be a Master. I’m sorry.”

...The Tohsaka family.

Seriously, really, really, I'm not suited to be a magician.

Chapter 89 Joan of Arc's First Love and Faith (Fourth Update)

Tokiomi Tohsaka's phone call left everyone completely bewildered.

From Tokiomi's frustrated words, it seems that many local magicians had their eyes on the relics he had someone dig up, and the fighting over them led to these incidents.

But regardless, being fooled by a fake clay tablet that was coated and then refired is just too abstract.

What kind of fake painting expert is this?

They would apply a layer of white paint over a genuine medieval painting and then repaint their own?

Whom can Ishtar's hymns summon?

Ishtar is a true deity, and under normal circumstances, she certainly cannot be summoned. The Greater Grail of Fuyuki cannot contain that kind of spirit origin.

But why did Tokiomi's Command Seals also disappear?

Perhaps it's the goddess's capriciousness? She doesn't allow mortals to offend her?

...Thinking about these things is useless now, it doesn't matter anymore.

Finally, Rin and Sakura exchanged a few words with their mother, and the faint sound of the mustachioed man sobbing could be heard from the other end of the phone. That was how they said goodbye.

Fortunately, the Tohsaka couple are safe and are now planning to find a ship to return home.

"Well, everyone, let's all wash up and go to bed."

After another hour of eating, Luo Zhen served all the residents of his house dessert fruit and drinks, and everyone ate until they were unconscious.

In the end, of the seven classes of Servants, only one Archer was missing.

Tokiomi, who was originally slated to become the Master, has also lost his eligibility, and it is unknown whether he will ever appear again.

The worst-case scenario is that when Ryougi and his team go to dismantle the Greater Grail, the Grail's defense mechanism summons an Archer to fight back.

Hopefully, it won't be a Grand Master or something, that would be too much trouble.

Luo Zhen washed the dishes, mopped the floor, and prepared the ingredients for tomorrow.

After all the girls had taken their turns bathing, he was the last to take a bath, and also cleaned the bathroom.

Then, I sorted the inner and outer garments that my daughters had put in the laundry baskets, and then washed them in separate baskets according to color and material.

As more and more people moved into the house, the two washing machines were becoming insufficient, so Luo Zhen was considering adding more.

Fortunately, the mansion is large enough, and there are enough empty rooms for me to use as a housework and workspace, which is all good.

Luo Zhen actually quite likes this kind of mundane work; it gives him a sense of real life.

After washing and hanging up the colorful underwear, Luo Zhen finally went back to her room to rest.

Orange and Youzhu were both tired today and had already fallen asleep early.

Luo Zhen returned to his room, wanting to sleep alone...

"Master, can we talk?"

Just as she was watching for Luo Zhen to return to his room, Joan of Arc quickly pushed open the door a crack.

Luo Zhen turned around and looked...

Then, not seeing clearly, I rubbed my eyes and continued looking.

Joan of Arc, our beloved Saint.

A paragon of chastity and perseverance (questionable).

Also a fan of using firepower to clean up the mess (this is true).

Now she's wearing... a pearly nightgown?

She was wearing a black, sheer, semi-transparent nightgown with slits from the center of her chest down.

Yuzhu wears this occasionally; it was a birthday gift that Aoko gave her as a prank years ago.

But because of Yuzhu's petite and slender mature figure, this pajama set is just right, making her look very cute.

Joan of Arc.

This saint, whose very body is a sinner, is truly...

"Wait a minute, my friend."

Before Joan of Arc, who looked both shy and ready to devour him, Rōjin raised his hand sternly first:

"Please wash the pajamas you stole and put them back immediately."

“Ayumi hates it when people touch her things. If they find out you’ve secretly worn her pajamas, you’ll be turned into a Madagascar frog for the next week. Don’t expect magic to work on Ayumi.”

"No, that's not true! It was Yuzhu who lent it to me!"

Why did Luo Zhen's first impression of her seem like she was sneaking off in her pajamas? Jeanne was incredibly aggrieved.

Although that would be really exciting, I'd definitely choose to wear Orange's first! The size would be even better!

All the courage I had mustered and the anxiety that made my heart pound were suddenly shattered.

Joan of Arc didn't care about anything else and charged forward like a madwoman!

"I love you! I love you, Master! —Roma!"

The golden-haired saintess hugged her man tightly.

It felt like when one's spirit origin merged with his, filled with a blissful and fulfilling happiness... and even a solid sense of physical connection.

She didn't dare to look up to see Luo Zhen's reaction.

He simply held him tightly with the force that seemed to break his ribs!

"I know this is an overstepping of my bounds! Whether as a heroic spirit who does not belong to this era, or as a soldier who swore to dedicate his life to the cause of saving the country, I never thought I was entitled to the happiness of an ordinary person!"

"And this is an illicit affair! I'm in love with a married man... and a man with two wives! Besides that, he's constantly having affairs! Luo Zhen, you should repent and repent with me! I'll take half the blame and face the consequences with you!"

"Uh... thank you so much?"

This saintess is really taking advantage of everyone, so Luo Zhen instinctively raised his hands and didn't touch her.

But with the creaking of her ribs in close contact, Luo Zhen could indeed feel her heart pounding like a drum.

She has clearly broken free from the physical body; the physical body she is using is merely a temporary manifestation of her spiritual origin.

But no matter what others think.

Luo Zhen always believed that she was someone who lived in the moment, a kind and impulsive nineteen-year-old girl.

Luo Zhen lowered his raised hands and hugged her back.

"~~~!"

This action gave Joan of Arc unparalleled inspiration.

Tears of gratitude welled up in her eyes.

I am grateful to my parents for giving me life, to everyone I know, and to my life.

"I will definitely go to hell, but I will not regret it."

Joan of Arc, her clothes soaked with blood, continued her confession:

"My infatuation was wrong."

"As a spirit who has long since died, in an era that does not belong to me, as a guardian of humanity, I have fallen in love with you."

"My morals are corrupt."

"Even though I know you already have Miss Orange and Miss Ayumi, I still don't maintain the proper distance between master and servant. Instead, I feel secretly pleased with every interaction with you."

"I know, I forgive you."

Luo Zhenmin gave a shameless reply.

This answer amused Joan of Arc, causing her to grunt and squeal like a pig.

Joan of Arc is a classic example of someone who confesses her sins but doesn't repent, and her shamelessness is a true inheritance from Ryoma.

For Luo Zhen, who came from the root,

So-called God, deities, and humans are probably not much different.

But Joan of Arc could not do it.

The devout saint could not abandon her worldview; she longed for faith.