Sell ​​jars from Hokage

This place itself is like an unknown shadow corner of a glamorous city.

There are almost no lights, and ordinary people even need to grope carefully and move forward.

But for silence and Joan of Arc, it is naturally clear like daytime.

Joan of Arc had already smelled the smell of blood, which made her speed up her pace, quietly and quickly traveling through the alley, while Silence was still walking slowly, but she was strangely staying beside Joan of Arc, never leaving her step.

Finally, I arrived at the place with the strongest smell of blood.

This is a small courtyard with a separate villa, and all the lighting bulbs that should have existed at the door have been broken.

Joan of Arc slowed down.

The beautiful face was very serious, and the eyes were filled with sharp anger.

For Joan of Arc, who had been involved in war on the battlefield for two years, it was easy to identify. There were at least dozens of corpses in this room. When she thought of many children, her anger burned.

However, he still forced himself to remain calm.

After she looked at the silence, she tried hard to hide her breath and approached little by little.

There was a sound like fine lines coming from it.

"It's so wonderful, this is simply a work of art! It's worthy of being a caster."

"Ryunosuke, you can understand that humans are species that are numb to fear, but if you give hope first, the moment from hope to despair is the most wonderful fear. If the gods really exist, you will definitely be angry about it." Another was the same intoxicating voice.

It seemed that he had a vague understanding of the meaning of these two people's words, and when he recalled the tragic situation at the scene before, Joan of Arc could no longer wait.

"Let's stop here!" She waved the flag and broke through the front with a loud bang.

As shown in the picture, it is an extremely tragic scene.

Blood everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms, countless wriggling tentacles climbed on the corpse, making terrifying sounds. The initiator of all this, a demon-like hero, was even fiddling with a head full of fear.

This can no longer be called the dead hero.

It should be called a fierce spirit.

But at this moment.

The head in the evil spirit's hand fell to the ground because of the weakness of his fingers. His raised eyes trembled at the girl who broke in, as if full of incredible joy.

He took a step forward.

When he was stumbled and fell in front of Joan of Arc, the smile on his face seemed to see a relative who was separated from life and death.

He stretched out his hands humbly and shouted in a trembling voice:

"His Majesty, is this true? I actually have another day to see you. Oh, has the god finally heard my wish? I have been looking forward to your resurrection and waiting for the day when I meet you again. At this moment, at this moment! My wish has come true!"

Joan of Arc opened his mouth slightly when he heard the man's words.

She had thought about various scenes after meeting, but she didn't expect this.

Since she is called His Highness, she is the one who knows her.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but look carefully at the servant in front of him.

Wearing an ancient style robe with blood-like red patterns on it, her face was thin, her big raised eyes, and her crying and laughing expression, she looked like a moody and dangerous person at first glance.

but.

Joan of Arc was still vaguely identified from the outline of his facial features.

"Gil...is it you, Gil?" she said as if she was a little disbelieving.

"Woooooooooooooo." Jill's tears flowed down his big eyes and cried hysterically, "There is one day I can hear you calling my name. Even if I die immediately, there is no regret!"

“…”

Joan of Arc opened his mouth slightly, feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

She is not ignorant of history.

After being burned to death by the witch, Jill de Lei, who had fought with him, ascended to the throne of the marshal with his military achievements, was still addicted to black magic and even tortured hundreds of young men. There is no doubt that Jill in front of him is the incarnation of the demon and the manifestation of his tragic fate closely related to him.

He held the spear and exerted a little force.

"Gill." Joan of Arc calmed his voice as calm as possible. "We are all people from the past, and now as servants gathered here because of the Holy Grail War. There is no Saint or Marshal. I am a ruler, and you are a caster. It is just such a reason. However, what you do has violated the rules of the Holy Grail War."

Although I met my former comrades and friends, Joan of Arc could not reminisce about the past, nor could he reminisce about the past.

Even if Jill becomes like this, he has his own responsibility, even if Jill is eager to meet him again.

However, he cannot be allowed to continue like this.

Joan of Arc felt guilty in his heart, but he was determined to bear the sin of betraying his companions, so she never thought she was a saint, but just a dull sinner who was covered in blood for her wishes.

so--

Joan of Arc raised the spear in his hand slightly.

"Please don't say that! Your Majesty." Jill raised his head, his blood-stained eyes still seemed to be filled with some ecstatic joy. "It doesn't matter anymore. The Holy Grail War has no matter for a long time! I have found a better god, a more beautiful god than the Lord you believe in! It is the great He who made me realize my wish and let me see you again! So, don't say anything like ruler and caster. The so-called Holy Grail, and even the so-called gods, can no longer shackle us. Your Majesty, there is only your most loyal servant here!"

At this time, Jill did not have that crazy expression, but was more immersed in the beautiful future.

He returned to His Highness the Saint again.

Once again, I returned to the day when I could see His Highness the Saint.

For him, nothing else matters.

"Gill, you..."

Joan of Arc took a deep breath in the strong smell of blood, as if he wanted to recall the time he was on the battlefield, make himself indifferent and stop hesitating.

Haven't you decided long ago?

Kill some people to save more people.

Isn’t this hopeless idea something she believed in and was doing during her lifetime?

And just as Joan of Arc was about to do it directly.

Shen Mo's voice suddenly came.

"You said you found a good god?"