I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Vlad III's declaration was endorsed by the Servants, who, as comrades-in-arms, would never hesitate to lend their own power.

Feeling that the Servants had finished their conversation, Darnic stepped forward to quiet the noise in the hall and made his final announcement for the night:

"Now, the Greater Grail is in our hands. With everyone's help, we cannot possibly lose this Holy Grail War, and victory will ultimately belong to Yggdrasil!!"

Seeing Darnic's confident demeanor, the other Servants nodded in response, except for Drake, whose face showed a hint of hesitation.

"Well, is it absolutely impossible? Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? You know, the effect of 'Star Pioneer' is to turn the impossible into the possible."

France, a small, unnamed town.

In this quiet moment, when most people are asleep.

A girl wearing a white nightgown and with long, flowing golden hair was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the window that reflected the silvery moonlight, her hands clasped together in silent prayer.

The girl's name is Letitia. She comes from a rural area in France and is currently attending high school in this city.

She was an extremely devout believer who never missed a day of prayer or a week of worship.

If I make a mistake, I will correct it immediately and then silently repent to the Lord in order to receive forgiveness and pardon.

Today, Leticia had a vague feeling that something was about to happen, which made her very concerned since morning. Unable to sleep, she could only try to calm her restlessness through prayer.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, the vast sky is the great work of the Lord; by day he conveys his word, by night he conveys his knowledge—"

The girl's low voice echoed in the quiet room, each word extremely clear, and as Leticia prayed, an inexplicable power descended upon her.

The feeling was as if the believer had received a response from the Lord in the dark, and after a series of inexplicable exchanges, Letishia agreed to the Lord's inexplicable request.

"Joan of Arc, please let me be your strength!"

As soon as the girl finished speaking, golden light emanated from her body, and her long, flowing golden hair moved without wind, billowing high behind her.

The soft light dispelled the darkness in the house and illuminated every corner of the room, but did not wake up Leticia's roommate.

As the light faded, the girl's violet eyes held a maturity and determination beyond her years; the spirit of the Heroic Spirit Jeanne had successfully taken possession of Letishia.

The most obvious proof is that a beautiful pattern composed of a total of twenty-eight red Command Seals has appeared on Letishia's originally smooth and white back.

"The Arbitrator? For now, this is the only class that can make me manifest in the mortal realm."

Joan of Arc sighed softly, quickly took off her nightgown and changed into casual clothes, then packed the things she needed for the long trip into her suitcase.

"The Holy Grail War is being held in Tulifas, Romania, but I'm currently in France and must get there as soon as possible."

Carrying a huge suitcase, Joan of Arc left the student apartment where Leticia lived and boarded the vehicle to her destination, based on the modern knowledge instilled in her mind by the Holy Grail.

Meanwhile, Mordred and Arthas were still locked in a standoff in the suburban cemetery, much to the dismay of their Master, Shishikage Kairi, who was standing to the side.

"Hey, where did you come from? This ominous aura makes you look like a demonic heretic."

Chapter 149 Mordred and Arthas

"The Lich King? I've never heard of such a figure in history. Could he be a being from some mythology?"

As Shiki-kai looked at the three Command Seals that had appeared on the back of his left hand, he muttered to himself while using his Master's abilities to check Arthas's stats.

Name: Arthas Menethil (Avenger)

Strength: B

Durability: B+

Agility: C

Magic: A+

Luck: E

Noble Phantasm: EX

职介技能

Riding: B

Magic Resistance: B

inherent skills

Leadership: B+

Battle Continuation: A

Mana Release - Ice Attribute: A

After roughly scanning Arthas's ability template, Lion's Bane's brows furrowed and twitched incessantly. He felt as if he had indeed summoned a formidable troublesome figure, worthy of his European ancestry.

"The necromancer's summoning based solely on affinity resulted in a response from the Lord of the Dead, which is logically reasonable. But is such a character easy to get along with?"

While Shiki was agonizing over his gains and losses, a conflict broke out between the two Servants, Mordred and Arthas. The most direct cause of this was the supply of mana.

After all, Shishikage Kairi isn't an overpowered being like a homunculus whose entire body is covered in magic circuits. It's wishful thinking to think he could single-handedly withstand the magic consumption of two Servants fighting at full power.

Mordred was naturally extremely dissatisfied with this. She did not want to be restricted in every fight for no reason. Not being able to fully exert her strength in battle was an insult to the name of a knight.

The hot-tempered Mordred first retorted to Arthas, then turned to look at his Master, Shishikai Kairi, and asked with an unfriendly expression:

"Hey, what's with this guy from the unofficial department? Master, don't you have any faith in my abilities? Huh?"

Mordred's greatsword began to crackle with crimson lightning as he spoke, showing a fierce and savage temper, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

"Evil heretic?"

Arthas was not angry when he heard this. Although he had once been a paladin, he had long since abandoned the light and turned to darkness, becoming a synonym for 'death'.

Ordinary people generally have a negative impression of the dead, describing them as evil, filthy, cruel, and ruthless.

While it cannot be said that the ignorant humans were wrong in their evaluation, Arthas could not refute that it was indeed a mistake.

Because those low-level undead creatures generally lack intelligence and can only act on instinct, driven by their already dead and rotting bodies.

It launches indiscriminate attacks on any living being, tearing apart their vibrant, red flesh and blood, and destroying everything in its path.

However, the intelligent high-ranking undead are no different from other races except for their appearance and life form.

Just as there are good and bad people in any race, the undead have always been unilaterally considered evil because they are not understood by others, and the high-ranking undead have no interest in explaining themselves.

Therefore, Arthas, who descended here as a servant after being summoned and whose memories are primarily those of the Lich King I, would not make a big fuss over Mordred's slightest disrespect; that would be too beneath him.

Arthas, who was not affected by his long-term cultivation and attainment of a higher realm in his later life, still exhibited significant emotional fluctuations, far from reaching the level of detachment that the Old Man of the Mountain later achieved.

If the Old Man of the Mountain is a grim reaper of the valley who "moves at the sound of the bell and carries out executions on behalf of Heaven," then Arthas is a death lord who "has the world in his heart and can swallow mountains and rivers."

Mordred's gaze shifted slightly from the Lion's Lair to the fragment of the round table that had served as the medium for summoning her. Her anger intensified, and she swung her sword at the precious relic.

Arthas's eyes narrowed, and with a deft upward slash, he deflected Mordred's slamming sword, then chuckled softly at his opponent.

"Knight, does your rude behavior conform to proper virtue? Where is the spirit of humility in this bullying-like and clumsy manner?"

Mordred stopped abruptly, standing there gripping her sword, seemingly quite annoyed. However, with the ideal of becoming the perfect knight king in mind, she couldn't allow herself to act against the code of chivalry.

"Hmph! You have a point."

Mordred gave a soft snort and withdrew her stance, abandoning her attempt to destroy the fragments of the round table, but this did not mean she would give up.

"Alright, Master, it's time to explain about this extra guy, isn't it? I don't care if you summon him against the rules, but there has to be a set amount of mana to allocate, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Zijie Jieli fell silent, seemingly weighing in his mind how to handle the current confrontation, but ultimately finding it very difficult.

On the one hand, judging from Arthas's status as a king, most Servants like him are self-centered and belong to the type that are difficult to serve.

On the other hand, Mordred's performance just now fully demonstrated her unruly nature as a rebellious knight, and she is also the kind of person who is not easy to get along with.

But before Shishikage could make a decision, Arthas made a concession, seemingly for the sake of his Master.

"It's alright, I have no habit of competing with young girls. Just focus on her needs for now, anyway, your magical power alone can't support me to exert my full combat strength."

Upon hearing this, Shizi Jieli breathed a sigh of relief, but Mordred's forehead veins throbbed, and his anger, which had just subsided, reignited.

"Hey, who are you calling a little girl?!"

Mordred flashed in front of Arthas, swung her greatsword crackling with crimson lightning, and brought it down in a whistling gale.

Since it's an attack on a Servant, there's no need to be as careful as when warning a Master.

"Enough! If you continue to cause trouble, I will surely cut you down with this sword!!"

Arthas raised his hand and slashed out with his sword to block Mordred's attack. His icy blue eyes flashed with crimson light, and a murderous aura as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged up, engulfing the sky and the earth.

Even someone as magnanimous as the Lich King eventually lost his patience after being repeatedly provoked by Mordred.

The tolerance of a king is never something cheap.

Ice-blue magic surged from Arthas's body, and a faint suction force suddenly emanated from Frostmourne, which glowed with blue light.

Mordred and Shiki felt a sudden, inexplicable dizziness, instinctively fearing the demonic greatsword, sensing that if they were struck by it, something terrifying would happen.

Within the cemetery, influenced by the Lich King's power, the buried remains seemed to be summoned and spontaneously began to crawl out of their tombs to pay homage to their king, gathering together to fight for him.

Shiki Jie Li, a necromancer, noticed this and quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker, easing the conflict between the two.

"Alright, Lich King. We are all comrades who participated in the Holy Grail War together. I believe Mordred will not act recklessly in the future."

Mordred knew he had been impulsive and rude. Although he didn't apologize because of his pride, he also didn't refute Lion Jie Li's words.

"Since you've said that, then I'll let this go this time, but it won't happen again."

When Arthas saw Mordred withdraw the released magic to signal a truce, he also restrained his aura, allowing the trembling graveyard to return to calm.

As the highest-ranking undead, he was quite reasonable, especially since he wasn't the original person, but rather a person from another world who had taken his place.

Seeing that Arthas was so easy to talk to, Shizi Jieli's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. After tidying himself up a bit, he gave a formal self-introduction.

“I am Shishikage Kairi, your Master. Nice to meet you. If it is possible, I would like to know what wishes you two have entrusted to the Holy Grail.”

Chapter 150 The Consensus of Filial Sons

"A wish? I have nothing that I need to achieve through the Holy Grail."

A complex look flashed across Arthas's eyes, but he quickly regained his resolve. He never regretted drawing the cursed sword Frostmourne, even if others did not understand his actions.

"Even if I have a dream, I will try to achieve it myself. After all, I think it is more important to enjoy the process of putting in the effort than the result."

"Even if an incompetent person becomes the king of the world through a wishing machine, he is destined not to last long, because he does not have the appropriate ability and spirit to sit in that position."