Whose Xingyue looks like you?

Bluebeard's eyes never strayed from the sword-wielding blonde girl in the crystal ball.

"Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! It's Joan of Arc! This is definitely God's will! Everything has come true, everything has come true. I originally thought that the Holy Grail couldn't do it, but it really did."

Bluebeard's eyes widened as he pointed at Altria in the crystal ball and said, "This is the saint of my destiny. Joan of Arc, so wonderful, Joan of Arc—look at that majestic appearance, that solemn and dignified temperament, it's her, definitely her."

Uryu Ryunosuke scratched his head.

Although he didn't understand why Bluebeard was so happy, considering Bluebeard's previous killing method which could be called an art, Ryunosuke Uryu believed that as long as the other party was happy, it must be a good thing.

If you must say it, there are no normal people in this Holy Grail War. After all, whether they are magicians or servants, they are all crazy.

Tōsaka Tokiomi, who wanted to stab a Servant in the back.

Kotomine Kirei is searching for what joy is.

Emiya Kiritsugu, who has never been educated and believes that external things can bring about world peace.

Ryunosuke Uryu who likes to kill people.

When the dog failed to get what he wanted, the hatred was transferred to Matou Kariya.

He had no idea that he had written a paper that could cost him his life, and he even thought that his teacher was jealous of the talented Weber.

Kenneth, the number two bootlicker, is full of arrogance.

Gilgamesh, the egocentric middle school student with a bit of a second-year syndrome.

It was completely a spur of the moment decision by the psychopath Bai Ming.

Altria is a rigid and dogmatic person who is totally unlike a normal person.

Iskandar who wants to have the body to buy ten B2 bombers.

Hassan, who wants to end his split personality.

Diarmait simply wanted to be loyal to the king.

I don't know what Gilles de Rais is up to, but the magician who yells "Joan of Arc" the moment he sees Takeuchi's face.

Upon closer inspection, the only normal one is the berserker Lancelot who has almost no consciousness.

What should have been the most abnormal has become the most normal thing at this moment.

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Bai Ming changed into a relatively formal outfit and left where he was.

During the day on the second day of the Holy Grail War, Bai Ming encountered something that he couldn't understand.

Emiya Kiritsugu contacted him and told him that he would go on a one-day date with Emiya Kiritsugu's wife Irisviel.

Dating in the middle of the night means the other person must have some mental problems.

At least that's what Bai Ming thought.

In Fuyuki City, there is a national highway that extends westward from Miyama Town, gradually leaving the city.

There was a dense forest ahead on the road, and a Mercedes-Benz 300SL Coupe was speeding on the highway like a wild beast.

The vehicle was traveling at a speed exceeding one hundred kilometers per hour, and the person driving it was Irisviel, Emiya Kiritsugu's wife.

Irisviel and Bai Ming looked so relaxed, but Altria's expression was extremely stiff.

She was extremely nervous.

It wasn't because of the uncertainty brought about by the psychopath Bai Ming, but because Irisviel was driving too fast.

But Irisviel didn't think of this as anything dangerous, just as a fun toy.

Although this car is a 2996-year-old antique car, the maximum speed of the 198CC M engine is set at kilometers per hour.

In other words, Irisviel hadn't given it her all and was just giving it a try.

In addition, Irisviel drove against traffic the entire time and couldn't understand what the traffic lights were doing.

Bai Ming, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could only laugh wildly, and when Bai Ming laughed, Irisviel would laugh along with him.

Sitting in the back, Altria felt devastated.

Thanks to the fact that it was late at night and the Holy Church had evacuated and controlled the traffic flow in advance, this group of crazy people were able to successfully get from the city to the castle in the suburbs.

When the Mercedes stopped and Altria got out, she fell to her knees with a thud.

"Wouldn't it be better to hire a full-time driver?"

Altria asked this question in a slightly frustrated manner, but Irisviel just shook her head and said seriously:

"That would be too boring—no, it's too dangerous. After all, the Holy Grail War could affect ordinary people at any time, and it has to be conducted in secret."

You were obviously talking about being boring, right?

Artoria struggled to her feet, holding onto a tree nearby. Just as she was thinking about which was more dangerous, the Holy Grail War or Irisviel's driving skills, a sense of crisis enveloped her heart.

Someone stood in front of them.

The man was wearing a luxurious robe of ancient style, the dark fabric stained with a deep red like blood.

A pair of unusually large round eyes reminds people of the eyes of nocturnal animals.

Even if you ignore the man's strange appearance and behavior, considering the current time and place, no one would think he is an ordinary passerby.

"It's Caster."

Bluebeard ignored Irisviel and Bai Ming, stared straight at Artoria, and respectfully performed the salute of a subject.

"My saint, I'm here to pick you up."

Artoria was sure that there was no such guy in Camelot.

Why does it feel like there's not a single normal person in this Holy Grail War? A ridiculous thought came to Altria's mind.

So Altria looked at Bai Ming beside her, asking him with her eyes whether there was such a guy in his world line.

Bai Ming's words, "He is a Frenchman," confirmed one thing for Altria.

There really isn't a single normal person in this Holy Grail War.

In such a Holy Grail War full of psychopaths, can the Holy Grail really fulfill one's wishes?

I am afraid that even after the struggle is over, it will be contaminated by the souls of these psychopaths.

"Saber, do you know this person?"

There were only two women present, so Irisviel went directly to ask Artoria.

"No, I don't know him at all. I'm the King of Britain, and I know a lot of people from France—"

"...How is this possible! Are you saying you don't remember my face?"

Saber felt even more unhappy when she saw him speak in such an exaggerated tone.

There were already enough psychopaths in my life, and just when I was about to go back to my sister and ask her to treat me to a big meal, I was stopped by another psychopath.

"It's not a question of whether I remember or not. This is the first time we've met. I don't know if you've misunderstood something. Maybe you recognized the wrong person?"

Even so, Altria explained very patiently, but Bai Ming beside her sighed.

What explanation is there for a madman? Every madman, including him, only sees what he wants to believe.

As Bai Ming expected, Gilles de Rey grabbed his hair with both hands and let out a tooth-grinding wail.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

The joy on his face just now disappeared instantly, and panic and disappointment made his greasy face distorted like a cartoon.

The other person's emotions are out of control.

Just from this point, we can see that this person's emotions fluctuate extremely violently and are very dangerous.

"Joan of Arc! I wholeheartedly hope that you will be resurrected. I look forward to meeting you again every moment! Just like this, I will come to the distant future and pay my respects to you. I am your loyal servant Gilles de Rais!"

Even after knowing her real name, Artoria couldn't be happy.

"I don't know you, or the one called Joan of Arc."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. After hearing this, the crazy magician began waving his arms around and his tone became hysterical.

"How is it possible... Could it be that you've forgotten? Forgot your previous identity!?"

Then he continued to talk to himself: "Yes, it must be him. This damn God, the damn God erased your memory and prevented us from meeting again."

Just as he finished speaking, Bai Ming heard the pigeon's voice, which was rare: "Go, give him two slaps, beat him to death with two slaps, and I will give you hellfire if you do it."

God is a being that is both tolerant and petty.

This time, one deduction will send you to hellfire.

Bai Ming went up and slapped the other person twice without saying a word.

Hellfire has arrived.

The sudden change prevented Irisviel and Altria from reacting.

Looking at the magician flying high and twisting his body until it began to disintegrate, the two women realized belatedly that they were terrified.

What kind of strength is this? He can slap someone high up in the air with just two slaps and even kill him.

"Boring."

Bai Ming pulled Alice Faith back into the car and said, "Don't try to explain to any lunatic. They won't listen."

"How do you know that?"

Irisviel had no idea why the man in front of her was so confident. Altria, who was sitting in the back seat, explained, "He's a lunatic. Lunatics have no logic at all."

Otherwise she wouldn't be so nervous.

"Speaking of which, have you ever considered a question when you use necromancy to sign contracts with Servants?"

"what?"

Irisviel really didn't understand, so Bai Ming said:

"This summoning technique is too simple for some beings, and can be unleashed in the blink of an eye."

"Varied--"

Artoria felt something was wrong, and then the golden light on her body began to dissipate.