"That's right."

Mary nodded, her emotions calming down a lot by this time.

"But with so many new companions, my carriage ......"

"Your carriage is left for Master to rest, and the others can sit with me on Tarask's back."

Marda thought for a moment and said. I saw her snap her fingers, and the legendary evil dragon obediently lay on the ground, and took the initiative to collect some of the rock thorns on the carapace, which shows that the prayer (physical) of the saint is indeed outstanding.

"Hurry up—" Mary summoned the glass carriage and asked Matthew to put the mentally overburdened Rika Fujimaru into the carriage first, and then drive the dragon with Mozart.

Immediately after that, the others also sat on the dragon's back, and the dragon's huge size did not pose a problem for the group of servants.

Last was Matthew Gilerlet, who could have gotten into the carriage with her, but she didn't, because she had to say goodbye to her comrades who had fought alongside her.

Although it is just an army of ordinary people who can't play much role in the monster battlefield, Matthew is still grateful to them.

When she and the Lord had just arrived in this strange era and didn't know anything, it was the kind soldiers who helped the two of them, telling them the information of this era, so that they had their first understanding of the twisted world.

After learning the purpose of the two, although the soldiers had doubts and distrust, they finally helped them and led the way, and it was in the process that they met Elizabeth and Kiyohime.

Hearing that a nearby town might be attacked, the whole army came together from top to bottom to ask Matthew to use her power to help them and help the poor people.

It's just that they didn't expect to be attacked before they arrived in Rasharithai, and they didn't expect so many things to happen and reunite with their lost companions.

"Marshal Jill, and everyone, we are going to separate here, and I really appreciate taking care of you during this time. Next, please take care. ”

"Ah, okay, Miss Matthew and Mr. Fujimaru, please take care too." The commander, known as Marshal Gil, was visibly somewhat absent-minded.

Matthew didn't care, and after bowing again, he turned to leave.

"That-"

The sound behind her made the girl's footsteps pause slightly, but the person Marshal Gil called was not her at all, but another saint standing on the edge of the dragon with Marda.

"Joan of Arc! I'm Gilles de Les, remember me? ”

"......" Joan of Arc's shoulders trembled slightly, but he ignored Jill who called loudly, and just whispered to Marda beside him, "Let's go." ”

Joan of Arc !!

"Miss Joan of Arc, is this really good, Marshal Gil is your ......?"

Ma Xiu, who jumped on the back of the dragon, kindly reminded. Because of Roman and Olga Marie's knowledge, she knows the story of Jill and Joan of Arc.

Gilles de Les, the marshal of the French army, a comrade-in-arms who fought alongside Joan of Arc many times, and Joan of Arc's most trusted partner during his lifetime. Disheartened after Joan of Arc's death, he returns to his own territory to study alchemy. In the process, his mentality became more and more distorted, and he even used children for bloody experiments, and was finally denounced and ended up being burned at the stake like Joan of Arc.

"Hmm...... He's a friend of mine, and—"

Joan of Arc nodded slightly, still not looking back. The moment the spiritual base stabilized, it retrieved not only the power but also the knowledge given by the Holy Grail. She knows very well what happened to her friend and what happened to her, and she also knows his dedication to herself.

"—one of the crimes I have committed."

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At this very moment, a similar conversation is taking place in the castle in the heart of Orleans.

It is worthy of being the center of the peculiarity, the key point of distortion. At this time, Orleans had long lost the noise and prosperity of the French people.

There was no living inhabitant of the city for a long time, and there were only various dragon beasts that circled in the sky all day long, chirping.

The imposing buildings were covered with tentacles that looked like moss and seaweed, twisting from time to time, and were ugly and unusual.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and I don't know how many forests had been devoured.

That's right, the once cosmopolitan city of France has been reduced to hell on earth.

In this hell on earth, the only human beings left are the "Dragon Witch" who lives in the central castle, the palace where Charles VII lived, and a group of mad Servants - let's count them as human beings first.

"What? Rider and Saber killed? It's really unusual, Yu Mingming has already reminded you. ”

Lancer, a vampire standing at the bottom of the steps, complained to Joan of Arc as she sat on the throne with her legs folded. The latter glared at the former unceremoniously.

"Shut up, why didn't you talk when I asked someone to pick up Rider?"

"That's because...... The holy woman ......," the vampire Assassin disced.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk about it now, and I'm not unprepared. Jill, how is Fafnir doing? ”

Joan of Arc waved her hand impatiently, and looked sideways at the man standing beside the throne in a strange robe. If someone on Joan of Arc's side were standing here, they would have found that they looked exactly like the French Marshal Gilles de Les Les who had seen him before.

The man bowed his head and replied respectfully, "The curse of the wound still can't be removed, but I've already used my demon to deal with the emergency, and it shouldn't be a problem if I don't fly at high speed." ”

"Good, what about Archer?"

"Still resisting, I'm using my demon to correct it, but her sense of resistance is very strong, as if she can't let go of the killing of children."

"Ahh

Hearing the man's report, Joan of Arc's face showed obvious disgust.

"I thought it would be a very useful chess piece, but I didn't expect it to be a heroic spirit of this nature, and when it really came to that time, she replaced it with her own treasure - the ancient Greek huntress Atalanta and the wild boar she shot, isn't it interesting? Until then, I'm going to introduce you to the new companions you've just summoned, all of them! ”

"Ahhhhhh—" He rode first, wearing pitch-black full-body armor, and because his helmet obscured his face, he could only feel undisguised strength and madness.

"Evil, evil, listen to my song." The second rider, with a slender figure and a half-mask on his face, wears a tuxedo that is ready to take the stage, and keeps making wonderful and evil arias

"Whose head are you going to cut off today?" The third rider, dressed in a gray trench coat, with white hair and a cold face, carried a strange decapitation knife in his hand, and every step carried the wind and yin wind.

These three riders, like the two vampires, were all summoned by Black Joan of Arc, with "madness" attached, and they only knew how to kill!

PS: When I wrote this chapter, I somehow thought of the cavalry on the back of the dragon, alas......

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