Flame. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a flame that burns very gently.

It pulsed briskly, but it didn't emit the slightest warmth of fire.

The once endless magic is like flowing water, disappearing;

Now, the fire of holiness that burns in the body has replaced the function of magic.

-- This is what Weber discovered when he was using his magic powers, using meditation magic.

The magic in his body has disappeared, and the flame that came in exchange for it, when Webb wanted to use magic, emitted a faint temperature or warm current, and then this warm current released magic instead of magic.

The effect is amazing.

Completely beyond the magic.

"What's going on?"

Webb opened his eyes, raised his hands in some confusion, and looked over.

He has fair skin and slender fingers.

The body surface has not changed.

Outside the body, however, a sea change has taken place.

Webb felt it carefully.

Then he found the link that came from the flame of holiness.

One locks him with ...... Joan of Arc's link.

"Joan of Arc?"

Webber was slightly stunned, and he looked at Joan of Arc.

Then I found out that Joan of Arc was strange.

She loves cleanliness and pays more attention to appearance, but now she is lying on the ground very badly, her long pale blonde hair is a little messy, her blue-gray eyes are dodgy and dare not look directly at Webb, her face is slightly red, but her expression is calm.

The clothes were wrinkled, and the cloak was not as smooth as before, and it was very messy.

Even on the chest, the representative chains that Weber had always misunderstood Joan of Arc as 'chain playing' were not recorded.

"What's wrong with you?" Webb tilted his head.

Everything else is fine, but this unremembered chain is a little weird.

Webber understood how much Joan of Arc valued the chains.

Normally, she doesn't even let me touch it, and the sparkling and spotless things she keeps, let alone not remember, it's impossible.

"I'm fine."

Joan of Arc stood up very naturally, smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes very naturally, and then wrote down the chains, and her every move was full of nature.

This made Weber's eyes more and more suspicious.

At the same time, Webber noticed that Joan of Arc stood up and carefully wrapped the cloak in a ball and held it in his arms.

“…………”

Webber glanced at it quietly, and then reached out and grabbed it.

The speed of the hand that was fast out of the afterimage in an instant was just to snatch a girl's cloak......

Joan of Arc looked confused.

"Nope! No way!!!!!! ”

Webber shook off his cloak, just to see what was causing Joan of Arc to suddenly attach so much importance to it.

Before he could see the results clearly, Joan of Arc pounced and pounced on Webb.

…… Like a puppy seeing its owner and pounced on it, Joan of Arc pounced on Webb.

The cloak also slipped from Webb's hand and fell lightly to the ground, Webb's head.

"Hey, what the hell is there to make you ......"

"Don't look at it!"

Joan of Arc cried out loudly with a red face, scrambling to cover Webb's eyes, but couldn't, and when Webb grabbed the cloak with his hands and saw what she wanted to hide, she finally lost her mind.

"Hmm--"

Curiosity skyrocketed Webber said he must see what happened to the cloak today, but suddenly he felt that it would be okay if he didn't look at it.

Because, in order not to let him see it, Joan of Arc, who was flushed, kissed him, and while directly blocking Webber's mouth, he blocked Webb's sight with his head.

"............" Webb was stunned.

Because, Joan of Arc is not just ordinary mouth-to-mouth, probably to make Webber's attention completely disappear from the cloak, she also timidly stretched out...... Soft tongue.

Can this be endured?

Webber immediately hugged Joan of Arc, and then responded fiercely.

*

Sakura stood in the middle of the barrier with a pale face.

The pale blue barrier now looms.

The light, destruction, and aftermath of the Noble Phantasm outbreak are gone, but the reason why she is still maintaining mysterious shelter is because of Shinji Makiri's never-ending crazy attacks.

Let the bugs come and bite, let the bugs come and bump, let the bugs spray venom, let the bugs explode too much.

The means are not strange.

He has already attacked three and disappeared.

Three hours ago, when the aftermath and the holy mang completely broke out, Rin Tosaka and Sakura saw a scene that they will never forget.

The hill on which the church was located was gone, replaced by a pit the size of the hill.

And inside the pit, there are the masters and servants who are safe and sound!

Even, the positions of those Servants and Masters have not changed.

The only thing that changed, was the Assassin, who was holding a three-foot blue blade, standing in the center of the big pit, and at the same time, the white mist on the blade of the sword drifted away.

At this time, when Rin Tosaka and Sakura were shocked, Skaha's voice sounded in surprise.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?!"

Listen to her...... Could it be that the Assassin alone blocked this world-destroying attack?

Rin Tosaka and Sakura looked at each other in disbelief.

Don't look at these attacks to create a small mountain-like crater, it means that there is only this bit of power, and the words of destruction are just exaggeration.

Because, this mountain-like pit is really three heroic spirits, condensing the power of the treasure in one point, and attacking only one Assassin, the aftermath of it.

The actual destructive power is not even one thousandth of the total attack power, right?

As a result, the Assassin was unharmed.

"Me? The name doesn't matter anymore, I've long forgotten it, all I remember is my sword, my skills, and my heart. The Assassin said gently, not looking at where he was, not looking at the sword in his hand, he was a noble boy with a good demeanor.

Especially the way he speaks, gentle and soft, I'm afraid ordinary women will be attacked by just a look, right?

"Not important? Forgot? I think Your Excellency is so timid and cowardly that you don't dare to show your real name, right? ”

Skaha seemed to be laughing—a mocking laugh.

The two Artorias were gasping for breath because they were a little tired from using the treasure, and the gentlemanly Assassin did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, so the purpose of Skaha's current speech was to delay some time and make the two Artorias feel better to fight again, and secondly, to find out the identity of the Assassin.

"Oh? That's really not, and my Word won't allow me to be weak. I just, literally forgot my name. ”

The Assassin whispered, and then he tilted his head suddenly, as if thinking about it.

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