It's obviously a slave skill, or some kind of mystery of the Noble Phantasm, which gently protects everyone.

Since ancient times, things related to religion and have the meaning of "holiness" have always been given the impression of "white", so it is normal for people to think that the pure white of the wide area released by the cloak girl will be regarded as the mercy of the gods.

The falling dragon of wailing smashed the French officer, he was so frightened that his legs were weak, he couldn't stand at all, his hands were on his head, and he lamented his fate: he had just graduated from the military academy a few years ago, and he was preparing to work hard in the French army and become a general who would go down in history.

Let him fight with the human army, he still has self-confidence, and he thinks that his military command ability is okay, but fighting with inhuman monsters is another matter, so let's spare him.

However, the chaotic thoughts in my head did not stop.

Is it a marquee before death?

Although he never died, he always felt too clear.

He forced himself to open his eyes......

Didn't die.

The vision was still clear, and as the angle of the eyelids opened wider and wider, the clear scenery was still presented in front of him.

"I, I'm still alive? Thank God ......"

He shuddered and looked around at the dragon that should have landed on him......

Just by your side.

Look at yourself again, I don't know when, the turf under the buttocks has been pushed away, like a caricature, leaving an exaggerated trail of pushing.

It seems that the flying dragon hit himself, one person and one dragon, dragging on the ground and leaving a trace?

This, what's going on?! I was hit by a monster of this quality, and it should be ......

He checked up and down, and his body still felt like flesh and blood, not a spirit body.

Himself, indeed, is still alive.

Yagi and others were also dumbfounded.

It was the first time they had encountered such a treasure.

Defense-type treasures, everyone's impression should be that of Matthew, who uses magic to defend and bounce off the enemy's attacks. This is the impression of the average person.

Even Boudicca's Noble Phantasm [Wheel of Guardianship Without Oath] summons a war horse chariot, to be exact, the chariot's [concept] to protect teammates and stand in front of them.

These defensive treasures are all designed to ensure that [attacks do not hit the body of the protected].

However, this is not the case with this flag girl.

After she poked the banner into the earth, she could clearly feel that there was a powerful magic gathering on everyone, forming a strong shield.

If you have to say it, it's similar to the stand-in technique in the comics. Find a stand-in to take the attack instead of yourself.

So, although the wyvern slammed into the French officer, it did no harm. He was pushed and dragged for more than ten meters, but there were no external injuries.

This is an alternate mode of defense that will not work even if the attack hits.

To be honest, it's a little better than Matthew's defense.

"Thank you! Unknown girl! ”

The officer got up, and also understood that it should be the girl who had just rushed over what had done to him. Quickly got up, and with the support of the two guards, he came to the girl and thanked her.

The wyvern had been dispelled, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew the battle flag, and the rich magic returned to the flag. She kept her head down, covering her face with the brim of her hood and her own golden hair curtain.

"There is no need to thank us, for the Lord will not forsake us."

She bowed her head as if a devout believer were praying.

"Ah, who is Miss Hooded~ Let's see!"

As she spoke, Astolford, who had returned from the sky to the ground, saw the man in the linen cloak and became immediately curious.

Astolford has a skill called [Rational Evaporation], which is said to be because he has long since lost his rationality, ah, not that he can't communicate, just that he can't judge with [reason]. All his actions are done by relying on his sensibilities and instincts.

In other words, everyone is curious about what the face of this cloak girl looks like, but everyone knows that it is rude and uses reason to restrain their actions. And Astolfo was not rational, he wanted to see it, so he went to lift the hood.

Brush pull.

The flaxen color fades.

What was revealed was a dazzling long blonde hair, tied into a braid, and the technique was somewhat rough, but the advantage of combing it was very neat.

On the golden hair curtain, the silver mountain-shaped forehead guard is pressed, which is both defensive and decorative, and the silver metal plate is carved with beautiful patterns.

That face, Yukisai Yagi can't be mistaken.

It's better to say that Chaldea really has a fate with this face.

Artoria Alter, Artoria Lily, Mordred, Nero, plus the girl in front of them, there are already 5 people. There are more than five people with this face. If this person is also a saber, then Yagi Yukisai will have to wonder if there is an unspoken rule that cannot be said about the saber who responded to the call in the Holy Grail War.

Having been by Astolfo like this, the girl hurriedly grabbed her hood and put it on herself, however, it was too late. It was just that at that moment, the French soldiers, who were casting a grateful gaze on their life-saving benefactor, had already firmly imprinted this face in their memory.

"Wow, ahh Yes, yes, it's Joan of Arc! Don't come here!! ”

With a roar that was close to wailing, the French officer actually fainted to death!

The soldiers around him scattered and fled, and they kept driving his two soldiers, who were really loyal at the time, and the two of them hugged the officer's waist on the left and right, shouting: "Ensign, hold on!" "Ran away with him.

Looking at them, it was as if this blonde girl, the girl called Joan of Arc, was more terrifying than those flying dragons.

"Hey, what! That's rude. Is she scary? Not really. Not...... Take a closer look...... Not really! ”

Astolfo put his hands on Joan of Arc's shoulders, looked at her side face, looked closely, and came to the same conclusion: this girl is not terrible! Why would they run away?

Joan of Arc sighed, a look of helplessness on her face: "That's why I'm wearing a hooded cloak...... Alas...... Astolford, you still haven't changed at all......"

She glanced at Astolfo with a slightly condemning gaze, but even the condemnation quickly faded away.

Should I say, worthy of Joan of Arc? It gives the feeling of a complete saint.

"Well, hello, excuse me, are you a servant?"

Yagi Yukisai and Fujimaru Rika glanced at each other, Fujimaru Rika nodded, took the initiative to step forward, and asked.

"Yes, Servant, Joan of Arc. Respond to the call as the Ruler. But...... I'm not sure about it myself. ”

She said, laughing, a little melancholy, a little haggard.

"Anyway, let's get out of here. Say as you go. ”