That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

It was not a struggle, nor a scream, nor a fear; it was simply chanting to the Father, simply praying.

Rumble~

The vengeful goddess Gorgon swam her enormous body toward Joan of Arc, causing the Blood Temple to tremble and crushing bones in its path.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes in confusion, meeting Gorgon's petrifying demonic eyes that emitted a rainbow light, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Hall?"

Gorgon, the goddess of vengeance, stopped in surprise, wondering why she had suddenly called out Hall's name. Was it a coincidence? Or had she discovered that Hall was watching them?

Hall, who maintained the resonance of the Mystic Eyes, did not find it strange; Jeanne d'Arc possessed a skill called "Revelation," which was similar to intuition.

The vengeful goddess Gorgon extended her forked tongue and lightly licked Joan of Arc's face, sneering, "Are you gradually losing your mind? Why don't you scream? That way you'll become even more delicious. The magic you provide alone can create hundreds of offspring, killing even more humans."

Joan of Arc said calmly, "Is that all you want to say? I have experienced things that are far more painful than this."

Gorgon said scornfully, "A human girl who was sent to the burning rack by the evil of humanity and burned alive. I thought you would understand my hatred for humanity."

“Hate is meaningless. Only by overcoming suffering and sorrow can one be redeemed. You probably don’t understand, but what I see now is a monster devoured by hatred and revenge.”

Gorgon sneered: "Monster? That's right, I am a monster created by your own hands. The so-called salvation is something only those who have not yet despaired of this world and still have something to believe in can possess. If I still have such thoughts, then let my offspring eat me."

Are you talking to me to mock me?

Gorgon scoffed, "No, I am awaiting my Master's command."

"Is that Mr. Hall?"

"Now that we've found out, we absolutely cannot let you live."

"I want to know, is it you or Mr. Hall who wants to kill me?"

"Neither of those. You were sent here purely by accident."

"One last question: why would you, who hates humans, obey Mr. Hall's orders? He is also human, and he is also someone you hate."

"What an impudent insect. I have no need to answer this question... But, to be kind of you, I hate humans and wish I could exterminate them all. The reason I obey human orders is, of course, because we share a common goal."

"Does Mr. Hall also intend to destroy humanity!?"

"The time has come. What an outrageous Master you are. Despite being of the same race, you told me not to kill you, but to let you fall into darkness."

What are you saying?

"My true power is the Sea of ​​Life. If you fall into it, you will remain as your child and become my child, even if you are a Servant or a Saint. In other words, it is the Holy Grail mud that will contaminate your Spirit Origin. I really look forward to seeing what you, the Saintess of Humanity, will look like after you fall."

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The contract remained in effect. Hall witnessed all of Gorgon and Joan's conversations and was deeply troubled: "Gorgon, you can torment her all you want, why are you trying to smear me? I never said I wanted to destroy humanity."

“I didn’t say that either,” Gorgon chuckled maliciously.

"That's what you mean." Hall rolled his eyes.

"Yes, if that's what she thinks, there's nothing I can do. Besides, it's already a great act of mercy for me to let you see her like this. Asking for a little something in return isn't unreasonable. Torturing a saint like her is meaningless. The only way is to destroy her spirit. Otherwise, even the sea of ​​life of a mother would find it difficult to change her."

"So what's the point of dragging me into this?"

"There is nothing more pathetic or incomprehensible than humans wanting to destroy themselves. But to actually make me throw her into the Sea of ​​Life, you must really hate her."

"Now that things have come to this, there's no way to let her come back. Just treat her as a usable pawn."

"What chess piece?"

"To deal with Jingu's pieces."

When Jingu's name was mentioned, Hall could clearly feel the aversion and hatred emanating from the goddess of vengeance.

As Hall said, Gorgon harbored the same hatred for the gods, especially those who betrayed her, and her tragic end was all due to Athena's curse.

Hall offered a reassuring remark: "You must learn to be patient until the time is right."

Gorgon said in a deep voice, "I have fully tasted the pain of endurance, which is why I am here, and that is why I am the goddess of vengeance."

Medusa, who lived on the Isle of the Unseen, endured constant harassment from humans until she lost her mind due to killing and devoured the corpses of her two sisters, transforming into the vengeful goddess Gorgon.

"The current situation is different from that of the Invisible Island."

"..."

"Insect, remember this: if it weren't for my older sisters, I would have turned you to stone long ago."

Black Jeanne is changing her account number.

Speaking of vulgarity, I have a wild idea.

What if Ereshkigal is knocked down and is already on base when Ishkigal is knocked down?

Chapter 385 Men All Like Darkness

More than a week after Olga Marie was rescued from the underground palace, Hall kept a close eye on Joan of Arc's condition.

The vengeful goddess Gorgon cast Joan of Arc's spirit into the depths of the Sea of ​​Life. As Hall had predicted, the corruption progressed extremely slowly, and the saint who saved the nation stubbornly maintained her identity even in the Sea of ​​Life.

Delay could lead to unforeseen consequences, so Hall decided not to wait any longer and began to consider a solution.

"Most Servants will be modified if they touch the Holy Grail's black mud or the Sea of ​​Life, but a very small number of them do not have the other evil side and are unaffected. Joan of Arc is one of them."

"It's not that it can't be modified. Gilgamesh is a similar example. He once said that three times the amount of black mud as the Greater Grail in Fuyuki City could completely modify his spirit origin."

"To corrupt the saint who has no evil side..."

"There is an even simpler way."

"The Servant's contract and Command Seals."

As evening fell, Uruk was enveloped in the deep honey of twilight. The citizens of Uruk, who had worked all day, returned to their homes to rest. Further away, on the northern wall, the monsters were launching another fierce attack, with the sound of gunfire never ceasing.

Olga Marie dragged her tired body through the magical barrier of her dormitory room, collapsing onto the bed without even taking off her high heels, squinting and muttering to herself, "So tired~ Hall, please call me when it's time to eat."

Hall sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was focusing his consciousness on the Star Cup to accelerate the transformation of Tiamat's spirit base, though progress was minimal.

Hall's consciousness withdrew from the Star Cup that existed deep within his soul, and seeing Olga Marie's languid side that she would never show to outsiders, he touched his nose and said, "After your soul materializes, you should possess infinite magic power."

"Hmm... I was called to maintain those magical devices you made on the North Wall today. I've been constantly expending magic power. Even with unlimited magic power, my mind gets tired." Olga Marie mumbled, her head buried in the soft pillow. She lay on the bed, raising her jade-like legs encased in red crystal stockings, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Also, help me take off my shoes."

Her personality has changed so much lately...

Hall was speechless. He stood up and took off her shoes. Her jade-like feet, encased in red stockings, were neither small nor large, but just the right size to be held in one hand. "Before you go to sleep, there is something I need you to do."

"That's too much trouble for me, I won't do it."

"Give me your contract with Joan of Arc and the Command Seals." After saying that, Hall could feel the jade foot in his hand stiffen slightly, reflecting its owner's current mood.

Olga Marie squinted, resting her chin on the pillow, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "I still can't contact her through the contract, what do you need the Command Seals for?"

"A very important thing."

“Important…” Olkimari propped herself up in bed, but then noticed her shoes were missing. Sitting on the bed, she said seriously, “If you have a reason to convince me, I can transfer the contract to you.”

Hall chuckled, pulled Olga Marie into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Then I'll show you with my body."

Olga Marie tried to push Hall away, but there was no response. Feeling exhausted, she simply gave up and glared at Hall with her chin raised: "If you're not joking, please allow me to refuse. Also, I'm very tired right now and I haven't used any cleaning magic."

Hall chuckled wickedly, "Isn't this perfect? ​​It's just the right time to replenish mana, and physical contact is beneficial for transferring the contract."

Faced with Hall's forceful approach, Olga Marie had no way to resist. Blushing, she looked away in a final attempt to make a struggle, "I haven't agreed yet!"

Hall inhaled the fragrance of the silver hair and kissed the reddened earlobe: "But I didn't refuse, and there's no room for negotiation on this matter."

What if I still disagree?

"I will take strong measures."

"..."

Olga Marie slammed her head against Hall's shoulder as if in protest: "I understand. If you're going to hand over the contract no matter what, I hope you'll grant me two conditions."

Tell me about it.

"First, I don't know what you want to do with the contract. Joan of Arc is a very important friend of mine, and I don't want her to be treated unfairly because of me."

I will be careful.

“Second.” Olga Marie suddenly turned around, pushed Hall down onto the bed, her long, silver hair cascading down Hall’s face, her rosy cheeks radiating a charming smile as she proudly declared, “I will preside over this mana replenishment ceremony.”

Hall was stunned. "Whatever you like."

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There were noisy sounds: voices, footsteps, and the ringing of bells.

The flickering, chaotic images felt like experiencing a nightmare.

Hall was used to it. Every time he replenished his mana, his mind would be in perfect harmony with the other person's memories. He sat calmly in the audience watching this movie called life.

The lead actress is Olga Marie Asmirette Animusfia, a princess born into the prestigious Animusfia family of Clock Tower magicians. Her father is one of the twelve monarchs of Clock Tower, the celestial Komarisbury Animusfia.

I grew up in a pampered environment, but I hadn't yet developed a spoiled personality.

Soon after, her mother passed away, and her father was also unable to take good care of her due to his academic research.

Born into a prestigious family of magicians, with her father being one of the Twelve Lords, she naturally faced high expectations, which became a burden for her.

Although he was exceptionally talented in magic, he was far inferior to his father, and he also realized that he was not qualified to be a Master.

In the world of magic, Olga Marie's inferiority complex about her talent, fueled by her pride, gradually became a shell that hurt others, fostering a domineering personality and causing her to be gradually ostracized.

During adolescence, one yearns for recognition on the one hand, but feels utterly unpopular on the other.

Her father's mysterious death had a profound impact on her, leading her to abandon her student status and inherit Chaldea.

Then the heavy responsibility almost crushed her, her temper became irritable, and she was eager to prove herself but failed to achieve anything, until the future of Chaldea disappeared and she was betrayed by the most trusted Raef.

"Some of my memories have been sealed away."

"A suggestion from someone else? Or a conscious, instinctive defense mechanism?"

Hall could easily guess that those memories were about the truth of the Grand Order, and Olga Marie, who inherited Chaldea, could not possibly be completely unaware of the nature of Chaldea's existence.

All I can say is that they died too quickly in the original storyline.

No, whether his soul died after being cast into Chaldea is still unknown. It's not surprising that the celestial monarch has any connection with the alien god.

Hall didn't know what the consequences would be if he rashly broke these sealed memories, but it would definitely alarm Olga Marie.

"Forget it, if we delve any deeper, even if we obtain Tiamat's spirit origin, we might still get dragged into trouble."