Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

Yes, judging from the situation alone, this Servant simply appeared using this summoning circle. Her Master does not exist. Therefore, if we have to say, this Servant is not like the Servants summoned by Yggdrasilia's side, who are directly subordinates of this Servant.

therefore.

She could disobey orders, but as the price, she had to die.

Upon hearing these words, RISKER's eyes darted around as she observed her surroundings. Clearly, she knew what was good for her, so she naturally wouldn't say anything else at this moment.

"Oh dear, so that means if I don't become a Servant of the Black faction, I'll die from the combined attack of these four Servants in the next second, right?"

"So, what's your decision, special servant?" Yes, this is a threat, a blatant threat.

"Why wouldn't I agree to such a good suggestion? I won't lose anything anyway." Looking at the servant who was looking at him, he smiled slightly and directly agreed to the matter.

"Then, all of you who answered the Holy Grail's call, let the Black faction win first," the Servant standing in a high position declared after the Servant nodded in agreement.

After that, the Master from there said a lot more, and most people and Servants noticed one thing: the Master mentioned that the Greater Grail was already in the hands of the Yggdrasilia clan.

After saying that, the two Servants and Masters standing in high positions left, just like that, completely unafraid that the group of Servants here would turn against them.

However, most of those summoned here will not betray the team before defeating the Red team.

After all, they were at least on the same side before defeating the Red Team.

However, there is one Servant who is different; there is one Servant who is neither of them. Therefore, she has already begun to plan her defection, since this guy really dislikes being threatened.

His gaze was fixed on the two departing figures, as if he saw many things, but in reality, he saw nothing at all.

"Attention everyone." A voice quickly interrupted RISKER's gaze. Although he was interrupted, RISKER was not annoyed. After all, he had experienced this many times before, such as his own mischievous child always interrupting his train of thought.

The person who interrupted my thoughts is clearly another brat, and probably even more so than the two at home.

After all, the "mischievous kid's radar" is already going off like crazy.

"Everyone who has been summoned, please introduce yourselves. As you can see, we are now allies, right?" said the Servant whose class was unknown. Let's just call him the brat Servant for now.

However, what the brat servant said is quite interesting. After all, a servant's name also means his weakness. For example, after his true name is revealed, some Servants will become less powerful than before.

For example, Siegfried's back wasn't completely soaked in dragon blood because of a linden leaf while he was bathing in it. This created a slight weakness in his otherwise extremely strong dragon blood armor.

That weakness was one that could very easily lead to Siegfried's defeat in this war.

After the Red vs. Black War ends, the remaining side will begin fighting, a civil war.

Then the final winner is chosen.

"So I think it's better for everyone to introduce themselves by their real names, so my real name is Artorius. One of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, class is RIDER." After introducing himself, he went straight to a Servant and asked him his real name.

After the Master nodded, the Servant revealed his true name.

“Servant ACHER, I am Chiron.”

"Nice to meet you, Chiron."

During this process, a few unpleasant things happened. For example, Saber's Master didn't want to reveal her Servant's true name. It seemed like she was the kind of Servant who would expose her weakness if she revealed her true name.

And so, they finally managed to get in touch with the silver-haired servant.

"My name is Jeanne Josda, and my age is confidential. I live in the Baker Street area of ​​London. I am unmarried and spend most of my time working for the Metropolitan Police. I often work until 8 p.m. before I can go home. I don't smoke, and I drink only a little alcohol. I go to bed at 11 p.m. every night and make sure I get eight hours of sleep. Before bed, I always drink a glass of warm milk, chat with my roommate for twenty minutes, and then fall asleep immediately. I sleep soundly until dawn and never carry stress or fatigue into the next day. The doctors all say I'm perfectly normal."

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Today's update almost caused a disaster (actually, it was my own fault)..........

And why would a socialist country wage such a war? That's a very interesting question.

By the way, it's been a while since I asked, so I'm asking again now: has anyone joined the group? If not, I'll ask again later (group number 772315611, no password set).

Thanks to xxxxxxxc, Merlin (awesome slacking off), Jeanne d'Orc, Yunru, and the person who wanted to become more interesting for their recommendation votes.

A war filled with black and white: Chapter One: Homunculi with the will to survive

In 1431, who knows what month and day it was, but the weather that day wasn't very good. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sun was completely hidden.

But perhaps it's precisely because of the tragedy that's about to happen here that the sun doesn't want to appear.

Yes, the impending tragedy is the execution of a woman by burning at the stake. In this era, such a punishment was only reserved for witches. It's truly ironic that such a punishment would befall someone who would be canonized centuries later.

"You damned witch!" "Accept your punishment!" "Damn traitor!"

The crowd hurled insults at the woman being led along by chains. Yes, this was England, and executions here would inevitably only be met with curses. But if the execution had taken place elsewhere, who knows if someone would have stormed the execution ground?

After the woman was struck on the head with a stone, a trickle of blood flowed down her cheeks. This pain seemed to remind the woman, who was about to be burned at the stake, of something. Yes, she noticed something: the cross pendant she always wore around her neck was gone.

"Excuse me, does anyone have a cross?"

"Can someone give me a cross?" Even as she was about to be burned at the stake, the woman, who still held an extreme faith in God, asked this question.

However, it must be said that she is behaving like a fanatic, but she is not. She is simply a woman who has heard revelation, which is why she has such faith in God.

Because her god told her a lot, and she had accepted this fate a long time ago. If she hadn't accepted this fate, she wouldn't be in this situation now.

But she accepted it anyway; perhaps she already had a deep faith in the gods at that time.

However, now that the cross hanging around her neck has disappeared, she is panicking, which is why she is asking the people around her such questions.

Finally, a young girl, carrying a wooden cross, pushed through the crowd and handed the cross to the woman who was about to be burned at the stake.

Finally, the woman was burned by the flames.

And amidst the flames, she uttered a single sentence.

"Lord, let me dedicate this body to you."

Five hundred years later, on the eve of a Holy Grail War.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the vast sky is the great work of the Lord."

"The day conveys words, the night conveys knowledge." The woman who was reciting this suddenly sensed something.

“Yes, Joan of Arc, let me be your strength,” she said.

After saying that, it's unclear what happened to the woman, but she stopped talking, stood up, picked out an outfit from the wardrobe, changed, and packed her luggage, looking like she was about to leave, and on a long trip at that.

'The Holy Grail War, but this summoning has gone wrong, something's not right.' Yes, this is something Joan of Arc confirmed; something's wrong with this Holy Grail War.

No, it's more accurate to say that something is very wrong with this Holy Grail War.

First, there's the issue of the summoning. This time, Joan of Arc, who descended as the Arbiter, actually descended into the body of a female student. Shouldn't she usually descend directly to Tulipas in Romania in her spirit form?

However, you probably don't know that the Seven Knights in the parallel world have blown up Fuyuki countless times, let alone the Holy Grail War producing fourteen knights. Who knows what kind of mess the fourteen knights will cause this time?

What Jeanne needs to focus on is what exactly happened in this Holy Grail War to cause this situation. After all, she is more concerned about what happened in this Holy Grail War than the damage to the city.

Yes, the Black Faction Servant, RISKER Jeanne Joestar, is currently in a state of idleness in this war. After all, other Servants have Masters or something, but Jeanne doesn't. So while they are all exchanging things, Jeanne has no way to communicate with her Master to pass the time.

All he could do was wander around the castle aimlessly every day.

However, today, while wandering around the android area, Ms. Jeanne encountered something quite interesting. After all, it's rare to see an android that can escape on its own.

That android, well, how should I put it? It actually tried to escape on its own, without any guidance, and this caught Miss Jeanne's attention.

Yes, attracting Miss Jeanne's attention means that this android will be caught sooner or later. After all, it's relatively easy to find a detective capable of capturing Moriarty.

Following the clues, they began searching for traces of the android. Yes, in the end, they saw a boy leaning against the wall. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe this android, who had only been born for a short time, as an infant.

However, considering his physique, it would be more appropriate to call him a teenager.

Then, just after Miss Jeanne saw the boy, he collapsed, muttering words like "save me."

Originally, Miss Na had no intention of doing anything, but now things are different.

Miss Jeanne would never refuse a cry for help based on her own will, a point well illustrated in the Tower of Babel laboratory more than a decade ago.

He bent down, then put one arm around the boy's arm and the other under his knee, and picked him up.

'Although each Servant has their own room, mine is probably the best compared to the others, since hardly anyone comes here.'

Yes, just as Miss Jeanne thought, because there was no Master, Miss Jeanne's room was actually not frequented.

'Anyway, I don't need to sleep.'

However, no matter how much Jeanne planned, she never expected to encounter Astolfo, the brat Servant who had just returned from her Master's side, at this time.

However, it would be better if we encountered this brat at this time.

Because of the inherent ability of rationality to evaporate, Astolfo should be fine as long as he explains things properly.

"Hey, hey, Jeanne, what's that you're holding?" Sure enough, the question came, just as Jeanne had predicted.

"This is an escaped android. Because androids with such a strong will to survive are rare, I plan to bring it back to my room and have Chiron take a look at it tomorrow." He tried to explain the current situation in the shortest possible words.

"Oh, I see. Then I won't bother you any longer." Just as Miss Jeanne had guessed, as long as Miss Jeanne explained properly, Astolfo wouldn't make things difficult for her.

After that, Miss Jeanne did not encounter any other Servants in the corridor.

However, things always come in waves, and today, the Black camp received some news.

Joan of Arc was about to arrive at Tulipas.

Yes, this information caught Miss Jeanne's attention.

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Yes, I've finished updating...

Anyone want to join the group? Group number: 772315611

Thank you to Nangong Nayue, Fabalo, The Girl by the River, and Book Guest 64430845961 for the recommendation votes.

A War Filled with Black and White: Chapter Two - Unexpectedly Calm

The moment that message was sent, Miss Jeana knew that many, many things were going to happen that night.

There are so many things that they would make it impossible for anyone to remain calm.

Because, because.