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"No, I should say thank you for it." Joan of Arc understood what the Kanlihuoori meant, shook his head and smiled, "Although the requirements have not been met, I think I already understand what I should have, let alone, you did not let me do something that violates the responsibilities of ruler."

"Joan of Arc..."

Kan Rift Huoori took a deep breath, and some impulse surged into his heart and couldn't help but take a step forward.

"After this war is over, you can be my companion, in that wider world."

"Okay." Joan of Arc smiled happily.

Companion, what a distant word.

After receiving the gift, can she really have her own life again? It does not belong to the deceased, but to the life of a country girl who should have been stopped forever at the age of nineteen.

Return your mind to this moment.

After saying goodbye to Kamiriki, he still walked on the street in the maid outfit used to work. Facing the gaze of the people around him, his mentality was not as good as usual, just a feeling from afar, and he became a desire to integrate into it.

It was not until I walked into the church that I seemed to return from the heart-pounding expectation to the identity of the hero.

"It's indeed you... the noble saint!" An old priest looked at Joan of Arc in front of him with great excitement. "Although I have heard of this Holy Grail War that has a special rank and ruler, I really didn't expect it to be you!"

For those in the church, Joan of Arc is just about the existence of this, and is almost equivalent to being the messenger of the Lord.

The identity of a saint, the reappearing heroic spirit.

It is still such a unique saint who can obtain oracles. Her stories are learned and studied by every clergy since childhood.

"I'm here today, I want to ask for something."

Joan of Arc did not say that she was not a saint. She understood that such words were just irresponsible removal and instead talked about the serious matter seriously.

"So that's it, caster? I didn't expect it to be that one." The old priest sighed a little, and then replied respectfully, "This Holy Grail War seems to have undergone some incredible changes. The church can now contact only Assassin, Archer, Lancer, Rider and his Lord. However, only Assassin, who can ensure participation, is the only one who is under the throne."

"It doesn't matter, even if you have contacted me, I will go there in person in the Tosaka family where Archer is." Joan of Arc said.

This is the same as expected.

Originally, the church would use worldly power and make the demons monitor every emperor and heroic spirit as much as possible.

But now it is impossible.

The rider was found because the generous king didn't hide his figure at all. He often went shopping like an ordinary person. If it weren't for the church's hands, it would be difficult to find the curse left by several previous Holy Grail Wars.

"So, please let me make arrangements." The old priest laughed, "archer's Lord is a truly well-educated magician. I believe he will welcome you."

Joan of Arc nodded slightly.

Looking at the statue of Jesus above the church, he walked over, knelt on one knee on the ground, and prayed silently.

It was originally just a routine prayer before the battle.

But this time.

But unexpectedly I got some long-lost inspiration.

The Lord hopes that she can obtain the gift of the God of another world, become one of those, and spread the Lord's gospel to the other world.

The saint's expression was a little strange.

This sounds like...

There was a slight sense of being instructed to do an undercover agent.

Ah, it's really disrespectful.

His pious Saint quickly prayed for the Lord's forgiveness for the disrespectful thoughts that arose.

But silence is a little happy.

"This blatant undercover group is worthy of being a restraining force. The more you look at it, the more you feel like a child." After thinking silently for a while, he decided to go to the two world rules collections that only have basic self-awareness for a friendly conversation. Anyway, he is idle.

then.

After the church spread the news, Joan of Arc was respectfully invited to the mansion by Tosaka Toshiko on this day.

"I really didn't expect that His Highness the Saint would be the ruling of this Holy Grail War."

Tosaka Toshiko's meticulous dress, words, movements and expressions did not disappoint the old priest's evaluation of him.

Be humble and polite, and abide by etiquette to highlight nobility.

"Although I am the ruling, I am not in line with the ruling's strength now." Joan of Arc's face was calm, and he sat upright in the reception room of Tosaka Mansion, but his eyes looked in a certain direction.

The archer did not hide his breath at all, but did not do anything specifically.

It was as if I didn't care about the arrival of the ruling.

Just this is the case, which matches the evaluations of him by the rest of Joan of Arc.

"The king happened to be resting at this moment. As a subordinate, it is difficult to disturb him. Please forgive him." Toshimoto Tosaka took the initiative to recite the arrogant culprit shown by Gilgamesh.

There is no way.

He had asked Gilgamesh if he wanted to meet Joan of Arc, but he got an expected answer.

"Saint? She is just a foolish village girl who actually followed God's revelation and went to save the kingdom. It's ridiculous. She is not worthy of seeing me."

When Jin Shanshan said this, the contempt was obvious.

For him who lives in the God generation, gods are enemies that need to be dealt with and powerful beings, but they are not people who need respect. After all, as a demigod, he always has a stronger and more arrogant superiority towards believers of God.

Toshino Tosaka naturally would not refute the king.

But I don't want to offend the saint of the church either.

He simply took the blame on himself.

And the result of doing so.

Gilgamesh snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, and it was particularly clear across several rooms.

"It doesn't matter." Joan of Arc did not embarrass Toshiko Tosaka, who was slightly embarrassed, but just shook his head and said, "I believe the church has explained the situation to you. Caster's real name is a person with a connection with me, and his goal is also me."

"Please rest assured." Toshiko Toshiko said immediately, "I have heard of caster's evil deeds. If I do such evil deeds in our three families, even if he doesn't come, I will not let him go. It is related to the reputation of the Toshiko family for hundreds of years."

Toshiko Toshiko of Tosaka certainly has the disadvantage of being too confident and stubborn, but in this regard, he is undoubtedly the head of a perfect magic family.

The adherence to blood glory has been integrated into his instinct.

That's why he still invited Joan of Arc to his home while knowing the risks.

And this was also expected by Orochimaru.

At this time, Orochimaru stayed not far away, smiling sinisterly.

"What you said is indeed correct. This kind of person is better to plan, Matsuki Inkstone."

"Yes." Matsuki Yoshiyan lowered her head and stood behind her with a little dullness.