"Because I'm special. ”

This sentence shows Artoria's attitude, she wants to have a showdown with Joan of Arc, tell her about her peculiarities and tasks, and enlist her help.

It's not an impulse, it's a thought that comes to the answer.

In a different ruler, Artoria may not use this unabashed, one-on-one approach, she will be careful to touch, judge little by little, and then decide whether to say or not to say, whether to say all or only part. The Knight King may not be smart enough, but after all, she is a person who has been the king of a country, as long as she can stay calm, she should have no less intelligence and caution.

The reason why she chose this way was only because she was Joan of Arc, Queen Skaha, and Artoria herself considered someone of a similar personality and spirit. With this premise in mind, Artoria only needs to put himself in the role of ruler to come up with the answer.

There is also an element of temptation to mention Gilles de Rice, testing what Joan of Arc would make in such a situation. Altoria was satisfied with Joan of Arc's answer, so she directly said that she was "special".

"Special?" Joan of Arc looked puzzled and a little wary at the same time, could it be that my anomaly had something to do with her?

"That's right. Let's put it this way, I-goo~~~~~~~~~~~"

Before the second half of the sentence could be spoken, the two suddenly heard a strange sound. Although the sound is not loud, it cannot escape the ears of the servant.

"Well, that, I'm also a little special, I have to eat like ordinary people, otherwise I'll feel hungry. ”

Joan of Arc lowered her head in embarrassment and whispered that the "goo" came from her stomach. Although she had eaten dinner in the church and had eaten a lot of food, she had exhausted the energy she had gained from food and needed to replenish it urgently after traveling dozens of kilometers in the middle of the night and using holy water to explore.

"I can understand, I can understand. Artoria nodded repeatedly, "An empty stomach is a great enemy, and only when you are full can you have the strength to fight." ”

At first Joan of Arc thought it was a comfort to avoid embarrassment, but when she saw Artoria's serious expression, she felt that it was more than just comfort.

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course, my stomach yours protested earlier than that. If I hadn't sensed your breath, I would have gone back to replenish my provisions. “

When it comes to eating, the great knight king never jokes.

"I don't live far from here, if you don't mind, come with me for a bite to eat? ”

"This ......" Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment, and finally the referee's reserve was overwhelmed by the instinct of the body, "Excuse me." ”

"Then let's go, if there is anything we have to say on the way. ”

Artoria spoke, but Joan of Arc was still standing still.

"What's wrong with you?"

"That. Jeanne d'Arc's face turned even redder when Artoria asked, "I not only have to eat but also sleep, and now I'm tired and hungry, and I can't walk anymore - can you please carry me?"

In fact, it is still possible to act on the magic of large consumption, but it is necessary to endure this desperate feeling of fasting and fatigue all the time, and it will get heavier and heavier. Continuing on, Joan of Arc was sure that she would lose consciousness, so she had the cheekiness to ask the Knight King in front of her - her retention skill "Revelation" told her that Artoria could be trusted.

Revelation: Level A.

Skills equivalent to "intuition". "Intuition" is the sixth sense in combat, but "revelation" applies to all things that are related to the achievement of a goal (such as choosing the most suitable path for you on a journey). Since it is unfounded, I can't explain it to others.

Tsk, this similarity is really speechless.

Joan of Arc trusted herself so much, and Artoria wouldn't fail to live up to it, smiling and saying, "Yes, but I have a better way to do it—first, there's no magic or magic around around." ”

"Nope. "The exaggerated perception is enough to keep all the surveillance classes secret. Since you have agreed to the invitation, you can't let Artoria's stronghold be exposed for your own reasons, which is also fair.

"That's good. ”

With a call, the white horse appeared.

"This is my partner, Don Stalien. Dong, this is my friend, Joan of Arc, can you let her rest on your back for a while?"

Don Stalien put his head in front of Joan of Arc and touched her nose to Joan of Arc's cheek.

"Thank you, Higashi. “

This intimate display gave Joan of Arc an innocent smile and Artoria was a little surprised.

BMW is psychic, but BMW is also proud. Although he would not refuse Artoria's orders, he would never approach strangers. Once, Bedwell, a newcomer to the Knights of the Round Table, recklessly went to brush Don Stalien's back, but was kicked out by the latter.

Maybe I think Joan of Arc is my relative. Thinking so, Artoria helped Joan of Arc onto his horse and led the way.

"Joan of Arc, if you find someone watching, be sure to tell me. “

"Hmm. ”

"I live in a small and secure village, and I don't want them to get involved in the Holy Grail War. ”

"Hmmm......"

"And-"

The sensation of being touched on the shoulder, interrupting Artoria's words, was Don Stalian's jaw.

"What's wrong, Higashi?"

Turning his head, he saw Joan of Arc lying on Dong's back, holding its neck with both hands, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

"I actually fell asleep. Artoria didn't know what to put on a face.

She looked silently at Joan of Arc's sleeping face, her blue eyes covered by her eyelids, her face no different from her when she was a girl.

"When you look at it this way, you really look like sisters. ”

Don Starlien shook his head and agreed, if it weren't for that, it wouldn't have been so close to Joan of Arc.

◇◇◇

Sighisoara, somewhere a secret stronghold hidden by natural barriers and magic.

Celestial Ramis was beaming and proudly declared, "This is the garden I miss." 'Hanging Gardens of Babylon'. How's that, master?"

"It's amazing. My request, you have to fit in well. Shirou's eyes lit up, as if he had seen something he had always dreamed of.

In front of him was an unimaginably huge building. It is made up of neatly arranged green floating islands and marble floors, as well as columns. All kinds of plants are intertwined, making the ugliness of chaos and the beauty of splendor become one.

It's more of a fortress than a garden. It's not so much a fortress as it is a giant flying weapon. That's never a mistake. This sky garden is a real floating fortress.

"Of course. As soon as Rider and Archer return, the garden will be activated. Even Black's minions are likely to be frightened. ”

Hearing Shirou's praise, Semiramis was even more pleasant and laughed out loud.

"Before that, why don't you visit my courtyard? ”

"I can't ask for it. ”

"I would like to remind you that in the courtyard, the poison I have produced will be maximized, and you must be ready. ”

Shirou was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "You won't be worried about me, right?" ”

"Thou—" said Semiramis angrily, "thou shalt die, and now, at once—the wine of the King of Pride!"

PS: The problem that the Fgo slave has a memory mushroom has given an explanation, and I won't go into much detail about it, but it roughly means that it is special because it is a special point, so there is a memory - look, Chaldea is such a cow!

PS2: In the FZ anime, the Emperor's horse flies, but it doesn't, and it keeps running on the ground.