Joan of Arc lay in Webb's arms in a daze, and his whole soul was out of his body, dazed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But no matter what, she clutched her cloak tightly in her hand and refused to let go.

'That's really ......'

Webb pursed his lips, but gave up the desire to continue exploring.

Because he knows that now is not the time to do such a thing.

"Alright, alright, get up, it looks like there's still a fight on Skaha's side."

Webber reluctantly pulled Joan of Arc up, only to find that she couldn't stand steadily.

"You ......," Webber looked at Joan of Arc strangely.

Joan of Arc's heart tightened, and her eyes flickered involuntarily.

Is it being seen......

What to do......

Joan of Arc was almost fainting in a panic.

"Is it because I'm hurt?" Webb frowned, "Where is it?" Legs? Why don't you say it? ”

Huh?

Joan of Arc looks at Webb, but what she sees is Weber's purity (meow meow?) To the limit of the eyes.

'Ahh......h How could anyone be so perverted as to think about it directly? Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief, and then said softly, "Almost, but not in the way...... I can still go... You see. ”

Jeanne d'Arc asked Webber for help, walked a few steps with some trembling, and then turned his head and smiled reluctantly: "Look, it's okay." ”

"Hmmm......"

Webber looked thoughtfully at Joan of Arc with a forced smile and nodded, "That ......" When he said a word, Webber's expression changed, and his hand suddenly stretched out, and the flashing magic circuit light represented that he had used enhanced magic.

So, although he was on guard but didn't think that Joan of Arc Weber would use magic, he was robbed of his cloak like this.

“…… Nope..."

Joan of Arc didn't even have time to react, feeling empty in his hand, and at the same time Webb shook his cloak and just said 'no' sluggishly.

“……”

Webb was silent.

When he saw the cloak, he was silent.

Even, the hand that lifted the cloak almost lost its strength and caused the cloak to fall to the ground.

"What is this?" For some reason, his voice became hoarse, and Webb closed his eyes and let go of his hand holding the cape.

The cloak with the cross fell to the ground in the wind, and on the upward side, it was a little red.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Probably annoyed, Joan of Arc's voice was low.

It was filled with thick anger and a touch of grievance.

Why.

She just wanted that little bit of face.

Why, just don't give.

Why.

Joan of Arc looked at Webber with some despair.

The seed called 'despair' quietly sprouted in the heart of this holy girl.

- But did Webber really do it to embarrass her?

"Hmm......"

Webb suddenly took a few steps back, clutching his head in pain.

'I'...... What's going on? ’

The desperation on Joan of Arc's face was so obvious that Webber saw it naturally.

Knowing this moment, he suddenly realized what he had done.

It felt like someone was being controlled...... Am I the one who does this kind of thing? ’

Webb's mind was confused.

It's so confusing that I can't even say a simple 'I'm sorry'.

Raising his head and taking a deep breath, Webb walked towards the church step by step.

Passing the distance between him and Joan of Arc, he walked past Joan of Arc, arrived a little farther away from Joan of Arc, and stood.

"Keep up."

Thriller.

Webb was suddenly a little frightened.

Is this kind of indifferent words really what he said?

Maybe he'll use that tone, but ...... Will he say it to Joan of Arc?

When I was still an ordinary person, I liked Joan of Arc Dalke so much, whether it was her Webb Emeloy Velvet in history or in anime...... Would you really be so indifferent to Joan of Arc?

What the hell is wrong with me?

Webb vaguely felt something, something in his spirit.

But no matter how he felt, the moment he realized it, he forgot about it.

“…… Coming, coming. ”

Although I don't know why Weber has changed so much, Joan of Arc, who still retains the last hope for him, even if he is aggrieved and powerless in his heart, and even wants to cry, he still follows.

- So cheap.

Am I down to this point?

Joan of Arc seemed to be laughing helplessly.

But in fact, no matter how you look at it, you can only see despair.

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"So...... The person who inherited my swordsmanship seems to have given me a code name? I'll tell you this. ”

The Assassin's gentle voice flowed into Skaha's ears, causing her red pupils to widen involuntarily.

Just kidding.

In this way, you have to tell your real name?

Skaha was a little confused.

Originally, the reason she asked was simply because Artoria and Saber were too tired and wanted to delay time.

Didn't expect him to tell at all.

Outcome......

But that's fine.

Skaha's eyes steady.

Now, she knew she had no hope of victory over the Assassin.

It's not because she can't beat him, if she's in her prime, what's there to fear?

It's a pity......

"This is basically a long tampered Holy Grail War, damn it, we have to go to Webber sooner......"

The wisdom of the Demon Realm was inexplicably sealed, and now the seal is becoming more and more loose as the 'true' approaches, so Skaha has discovered the conspiracy of this Holy Grail War.

Or rather, the man's conspiracy.

"I'm lonely."

“…………”

His thoughts were disrupted by Assassin's words for a moment, and Skaha looked up at Assassin.

It's not just her.

Artoria and Saber also looked at him.

With the exception of the Servant, who was held back by Skaha's death-filled Demon Gate, the three of Skaha looked at the Assassin.

Lonely seeks defeat.

This man does not exist in history or mythology.

This person does not even exist in this world.

But Skaha, they just knew him.

From the martial arts novels of the Ancient Heavenly Dynasty, Sword Demon.

The famous name is like thunder!

"Impossible......"

Artoria stepped forward, emerald eyes fixed on the Assassin.

"That person doesn't exist in the world at all! There can't be a heroic spirit of that man! ”

- It's because it's the Holy Grail.

Not only myths, but even this kind of novel, as long as it is widely circulated, the heroic spirit will be clear.

That's why they were surprised by the identity of the Assassin.

He is not supposed to exist, legend.

The Assassin smiled, and in the face of Artoria's questioning, he just said gently, "So, I'm not him either." ”