"It stinks! It stinks everywhere! It's disgusting. ”

The woman's slightly shrill voice rang out with a thick sense of displeasure, and the walls around her echoed with her intense unpleasantness.

With an unhappy expression on her face, the female servant walked in all in pitch black.

Although the description of the whole body being pitch black will remind people of Catherine, the temperament of the two is much different.

Rather, it's completely different.

The black servant in front of him, dressed in metal armor, the black armor glows with a beautiful luster, the black petticoat underneath, and a wide cloak on the body, but the edges and corners are tattered, and the neckline is a fluffy black master, which sets off her fair skin a little white.

Her eyes were golden, her short hair was a pale blonde similar to white, and her haughty and unpleasant eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally fixed on Vlad III's face, and she remained arrogant like that, glaring at Vlad III in front of her.

Iron boots made a crisp sound on the floor, and the battle flag rolled up into a long pole was dragged to the ground by her at will, and the woman in black quickly approached Vlad III.

In the light of the fire, her face could be clearly seen.

It can't be wrong, it's Joan of Arc's face - or rather, Artoria's face, Okita Soji's face, Nero's face is not a problem.

"What's the matter?"

Vlad III ignored her words that bordered on provocation, and spoke lightly, in a tone that was not at all in doubt.

There is no need to ask, as the so-called Three Treasures Hall is not allowed to do anything, she must have her intentions when she comes.

"I mean, you, at least have the respect you deserve for the Master! - I ask you, you have been provided with so many wyverns during this time, what are your results? Don't tell me that you've consumed so many Wyverns for nothing! Burn you! ”

"There is nothing worth mentioning, just the capture of the Chaldean lord."

Vlad III continued lightly.

"Hmph, that's really not worth mentioning, and it looks like the legendary Dracula is ...... Ay?! Have you captured the Master?! ”

Because the tone was so flat, that the servant in front of her—because of the darkness, let's call it Black Joan of Arc—she didn't react at all, and thought that he had said something, defeating the enemy's two servants or something.

"Oooo Worthy of Grand Duke Dracula! The Strongest Vampire Root in the Legacy! Oh oh oh oh! Great! Only those who shine deserve to be defiled and fall! Such a hopeful girl could not have been more fit to be a blasphemous sacrifice to the gods! ”

Beside Joan of Arc, the gaunt body of the man who made a screeching voice appeared.

He was dressed in a black magic robe, his body was thin, his fingernails were long, like the figure of a legendary demon, his hair was scattered, draped over the collar like an exaggerated shape like a sea anemone, his complexion was similar to that of a drowning man, his eyes were like frogs, and he looked like a funny clown.

However, when he spoke, the fanaticism in his eyes was so reminiscent of a fanatic.

Vlad III's brow tightened, and a clot of blood gathered in his hand, turning into javelin-like stakes, and a flying shot shot at the man who screamed.

Rumble!

Flames erupted.

As Joan of Arc flicked her cloak, the thick flame magic turned into blades and rolled up, blocking the swift and ruthless blood stab.

"Hey! It's ......"

Before she could attack, it was Vlad III who shouted first:

"Don't call Yu by that cursed name!"

His eyes widened, and he stood up from the throne, revealing the undoubted majesty of the king on his body, and Joan of Arc trembled subconsciously, and then realized that he actually retreated?! Quickly puffed up his chest again and took a step forward.

"Don't talk about this! Since you have captured the Chaldeans, shouldn't you hurry up and sacrifice them to us! ”

Yu refused.

He calmly refused. There is no hierarchical relationship between master and servant that is generally understood.

"You!"

"That person still has important value. That's an indispensable person in Yu's strategy. ”

Vlad III's disobedient attitude made Joan of Arc angry - this man! How dare you refuse your own request! Obviously a servant!

What made Joan of Arc even more angry than that he didn't do what he wanted was that this man actually dared to [refuse] himself!

"Jill! Teach him a lesson! Let him understand who is ...... in the end."

"Ahh O my holy maiden! Everything is as you wish! Oh oh oh, my Joan of Arc!! ”

He made such a disgusting sound, and then, from his thin arm, a frenzied magic surged, turning into something like an arc net, and wrapped around Vlad III.

The black-clad vampire king completely ignored it. Just squinted his eyes and looked at this side silently, and a disdainful voice leaked from his nose.

"Is it just that?"

Although these two people claim to be the masters, in fact, it is the [Holy Grail] that really summons Vlad III. Although the two of them were able to exert influence on him as users of the Holy Grail, they were far less effective than the spell came from.

Vlad III raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and with a snap, countless pile nails grew out of the entire inner wall of the palace, blood piles, iron piles, wooden piles, bone piles, and everything around them was used as the material of the pile nails, and the entire palace turned into a sea of pile nails.

"What for! Do you want to fight, you bastard! ”

Black Joan of Arc is also angry, and when he saw this, he was angry, and his body was burning with flame magic, and he was about to attack. It was the black-clad magician Guildrey who saw it thoroughly.

"Joan of Arc, Holy Maiden, if Vlad is really going to hurt us, he will do it just now."

"It's good to understand."

Vlad III snorted coldly.

"Do you really have a strategy? Success, then I will give you a period of time, as if I would lend you a flying dragon. One week...... No, three days, within three days, you have to make an offering to us when you run out! ”

"A week. Three days is too short. ”

"You !!"

Joan of Arc glared at him indignantly, and finally it was Guildley who came over to play the round: "A week will be fine." But there is also a limit to our patience. ”

"Let's go! Jill! I'm! ”

"Oh Joan of Arc, you see, sometimes waiting makes the results even more delicious. The so-called revenge, all the grudges, will precipitate over time, and all of them will explode in the moment of final success! The greatest joy will burst out at that moment! Joan of Arc! In order for you to enjoy the greatest pleasure of blasphemy, please wait a little longer! ”

After listening to Guildre's speech full of evil taste, Joan of Arc snorted and said coldly: "Okay, but before that, I have to burn the city to vent my hatred!" ”

"Oh-oh, let's go! it to your heart's content! Blasphemy! That's the revenge you deserve, Joan of Arc!! ”

The two of them finally left, Vlad III watched the two leave with contempt, and the mood for a break was completely gone, shaking his hand, and walking towards Fujimaru Rika's room.

On the mattress, the orange-haired girl slept peacefully, but her face was tired for days, which made people feel distressed.

Vlad III looked her up and down and reached for the clasp on her chest......

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