"Joan of Arc is her faith in kindness, humility, integrity and innocence. That's all she has. ”

—So said a certain theologian.

Rouen. Old Market Square

Like an elegy from the other side, she turned a deaf ear to the filthy words that came to her ears. It would be a lie to hear these words if she did not feel sad in the slightest, but they were exaggerated if they made her feel pain.

Fear, in other words, is just a concern. When she was determined to fight, she had put aside her shame and remorse, and even in this moment, she did not feel it.

She was dragged into the square, and the crowd of onlookers gathered around her. She walked straight, subconsciously clutching her chest, realizing that her cross had been stolen at some point.

The pillars of her heart left her, and grief slowly soaked her inside. While she was mourning, an Englishman rushed up and reverently handed her a crudely made wooden cross.

"Thank you." She whispered gratefully that she had to look down at him as the man knelt in front of her, tears streaming down his eyes. Although some people will belittle her, many more people will cry for her.

If those foul words are foreign songs from faraway lands, then those sorrows may be the lullaby of mothers.

Her hands were tightly tied, and her back was pressed tightly against the wooden frame. With such bondage, no one would think she would be able to escape. The restraint is so tight that it is futile to let it go.

I couldn't escape being sent so far away. She thought so.

When her last indictment was read out during the ceremony, the torch lit the firewood beneath her.

The tongue of fire slowly licked her feet. For those gathered around her, burning a person's body with fire was the most horrific form of execution they could think of. The skin was burned by the flames, and the flesh and bones were burned by the fire. Only the name of God and Our Lady is chanted over and over again.

"Your prayers are all lies."

She has been accused of this many times, and she has been insulted many times. She was powerless to solve the problem. There is no fixed right or wrong way to pray, they must always be the same, no matter who is praying.

She wanted to tell them that they were wrong, but she couldn't speak out. Instead, she sees her former life: her lovely hometown, her usual family, and a fool who abandoned them. But is she really a fool? Yes, she may have been.

After all. When she so chosen. I had long expected such an ending. No one knows the worst ending better than her.

If she had looked away at that time, she would have had a different ending at this moment.

If she had ignored those voices, if she had turned her back on the deathbed lamentations of the soldiers, perhaps she would have lived the happy life of an ordinary woman. Maybe she will get married and live a happy life as a wife and mother.

Such a future will belong to her. Nothing will change.

However. But she put that happiness aside. Running to a very different end. She raised her sword, put on her armor and carried a flag representing the glory of her country. The cutting-edge conductor Jin Ge Iron Horse began his career as a horseman.

You must know that's how the Tao ends, don't you?

She has long known the Tao and has long been enlightened. Her efforts only mean that she will end up like this one day. Although many cursed her for being a fool and laughed at her stupidity.

But it saves more lives! I chose the right path.

Her visions of the past and her future faded away with the harsh reality that swept her away, and she was reduced to ashes in prayer as the flames around her burned her.

This is her last prayer, this is her sacrifice. Even if everyone in the world blamed her and betrayed her, she was sure that she had not betrayed herself in the last moment before she died.

There are no regrets, and there is no hope for the future. After the most she will get quiet.

Despite such cruel treatment, before her life came to an end and everyone was extinguished, her selfless prayers and uncomplaining thoughts still echoed in her heart.

- Lord, commit yourself.

Her last consciousness was gone, and at the last moment of her life she was finally freed from the sea of suffering. Her sleep without dreams was over, only reality remained. But it's far from over. In the land where the girl's dreams turned into bubbles, the legend of Joan of Arc began to circulate.

- The search begins

- Searched

— A condition matches

- Fit physique

- Lingge is suitable

- The pedigree is suitable

- Personality fits

- Magic fits

- Begin to temporarily seal the personality and insert the spirit of the Heroic Spirit by dependence

- Obtaining the consent of the original personality

- Begin to preserve the body in other areas

- Ringo Install completed. Begin to work on the fitness of the Lingge and the physique.

- Started granting special abilities to classes

- Begin to insert information on all Heroic Souls and the necessary information up to the present age

- Other fields have been preserved

- Rank special abilities have been granted. The intrinsic skill 'Saint' selects [Secret Trace] and the effect is increased.

- The necessary information has been inserted.

- Suitable for the completion of the job

-- The whole project is completed

- Servant rank - Ruler is now complete

About three days ago, the blonde girl opened her eyes. His confused eyes quickly sobered up, and he silently recalled that this summoning method was really unusual. The call for such a fragile connection to the present world is unprecedented. Could it be that this Holy Grail War is too abnormal?

The current world has finally been completed, and there is no problem with all the indicators. But right now, this body is an authentic French girl. Furthermore, she also has most of the memories of this French girl. There are two personalities housed in one body, which is more appropriate than the so-called multiple personalities, but rather the unity of two personalities. Perhaps because of the girl's strong sensibility and devout faith, she admitted and fully accepted the girl who was housed in her body.

"I'm going to borrow your body for the time being. Letitia. ”

The maiden called the bearer's name.

I thought of what to do first. Go say hello to a friend. The girl got up from the bed and shook her friend who was sleeping on the next bed. The friend rubbed for a while, and finally rubbed his eyes after hearing the girl's whisper, and half-woke up.

"Hmm, what?"

Hearing this sleepy voice, the girl felt guilty in her heart for waking her up, and said in a clear voice:

"I'm going to get out of here for a while from today"

Perhaps before she could understand the seriousness of her words, her friend said goodbye and fell back to sleep—and after a few seconds, she jerked open the futon and shouted, "What did you just say? ”

"I'm sorry for being so abrupt, but I don't have time."

"No, no. What has time and no time. I don't understand what you say! It's too abrupt! Why did you say such things as soon as you said 'good night, see you tomorrow'! ”

In the face of her friend who was screaming in confusion, the girl told her with a sincere face, "This is a long journey," "This trip is absolutely necessary," and "Don't worry." The friend listened to her words dumbfounded for a moment, and soon nodded as if understanding.

Zhilu said. If you have to go, there's no way around it."

"Good. I'll explain it to the teacher. ”

"Hmm. So. Good night"

"Good. Good night"

The girl didn't use magic to cast hints. But as a ruler, she has the power to convince third parties of her words.

She told her teachers and classmates that she was going to embark on the journey. And make them understand that this is a necessary trip. Although the girl thinks it's a bit arrogant, it's also something that can't be helped. She sighed and put her thoughts aside.

Fortunately, the original owner of this body is now living in a student dormitory. Stay away from your parents. This is a trip of only about a month at most, and it should not be known to them.

The girl left the dormitory after putting the necessary change of clothes, passport, and textbooks in her bag. The original owner of this body, Latitia, is still a student. Girls from rural areas had never had the opportunity to learn to read and write before. Therefore, it is really strange to be able to grasp the knowledge of modern language as information with the Holy Grail.

"That being said, there is a limit to anomalies."

She didn't even have to borrow someone else's flesh, but should have been summoned in the form of the present world on the urban battlefield, just like the usual servants.

This time, however, she was summoned in the form of attachment to the flesh of others, and in her own homeland, the same France that still retains its former appearance.

Is it because this Holy Grail War is too abnormal and caused by an accident? Or is there another reason? In any case, since he was summoned as a ruler, he must be tasked with overcoming all difficulties. The girl made up her mind.

The maiden's real name is Joan of Arc. The rank of the servant is the ruler (adjudicator), there is no master, and he is the absolute administrator of the Holy Grail War.

In this way, the girl took the night bus all the way to the airport, and then took a plane to Fuyuki City, Japan. It would be nice to be able to transform into a spirit, but it seems impossible. She had no choice but to buy the ticket at her own expense (with Reticia's money, to be precise). After that, I'll have to go to the Templar Church and the Magic Society to make a request, she thought about it, and her heart was a little gloomy.

On the plane, she sorted out the knowledge she had been given. Learn that the site that became a battlefield was the small Japanese city of Fuyuki. The owner of that land seems to be the Mizo family. On the other hand, there are also magicians who are not from the three families. The problem with the current situation is that there has been a clear difference in the battle situation from the beginning, on one side is the True Ancestor with abnormal combat power, on the other side is the resistance faction composed of survivors, and in addition, there are no other humans in Fuyuki City, and it doesn't hurt to say that it is reduced to hell, I am afraid that this is the biggest violation.

It's no surprise that the aftermath of one-on-one combat alone has ravaged the surrounding buildings. But to kill the entire city before fighting is a serious violation of the rules. Whoever wins the best of both camps is melancholy to imagine the outcome.

Anyway, let's go to Fuyuki City in Japan first.

I'll talk about it later.

Including the transfer and waiting time, it took more than a day and a half to arrive at F Airport, the closest airport to Fuyuki City. It's just past noon, and the sky is unfortunatelyly cloudy. The sky covered by thick black-gray clouds is very fitting for the saying that you will cry when you see it. Although it has been given to itself as knowledge. But the airport built with the latest technology still looks very new to the girl's eyes.

Maybe it's because I've been sitting, and my waist is a little heavy. Half of the long journey to the skies was spent contemplating the Holy Grail War, and the remaining half was dedicated to prayers for a safe journey. Thanks to the knowledge she was given as a Servant, she knew exactly what kind of transportation an airplane was. But there is no comparison between knowledge and reality. Honestly, what kind of iron can fly for the sake of the coarse? She still didn't understand.

It's nice that it won't fall.

That's what she thought.

A girl with a bag in her handbag on her face wandered around the crowd, which was the best target for a thief. But for some reason, no thief had the heart to attack her. They weren't scoundrels enough to step their dirty feet into clear water.

To get to Fuyuki City, you have to take some kind of transportation, and the only way to get there is a taxi.

The moment you just stepped out of the airport. Countless eyes ran through the girl. But there is no breath of a servant in her territory and within a radius of ten kilometers. Obviously, I can't even perceive the enemy's ability to neutralize the Assassin's "Breath Occlusion", but I can still feel the line of sight, which means-

"Detect magic and magic?"

The magic of observing distant things can be roughly divided into two means. One is the magic of long-term vision. It is a kind of magic that looks at a distant place through a crystal jade or a mirror. With some kind of medium, you can monitor the outside even if you are in a safe workshop. Therefore. Most magicians have mastered this magic.

On the other hand, the demon is the devil. It is a magic technique in which small animals or parts of the flesh are processed to create a life-like form. You can share your five senses by establishing a causal line with your master. This is also preliminary magic for magicians in general.

The girl looked around. No matter how she could not sense where the gaze was coming from, it seemed to be a very subtle detection magic.

But in the next moment. That feeling of being spied on is gone.

After confirming that no one was watching, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, it was great that the other party could be so reasonable, I was afraid that it was the kind of enemy who deliberately looked for a single target, otherwise it would be troublesome.

When she arrived in Fuyuki City, the sky was still so blue, but this kind of weather couldn't wash away the gloom in her heart.

Walking a few kilometers on her legs, although she witnessed the purgatory-like scene, the girl did not regret it. If she hadn't forcibly asked the driver to stop and drop her off the highway outside Fuyuki City, it would have been impossible to sneak through the barrier with a human. It is estimated that it was the handiwork of the True Ancestor, and in order to close the news, he used an enchantment to completely cut off communication with the outside world.

Not to mention the government, even the Magic Society and the Templar Church reacted too late.

The ordinary people are all dead, and only a group of non-humans are left to fight to the death.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded in the girl's heart, and there was the breath of a servant ahead. Gently lowering her bag, she immediately changed her costume to her original battle outfit. Armor woven with magic enveloped her entire body. It seemed that the situation was more urgent than she had imagined. The summoned ruler gradually ignited his fighting spirit.

She didn't hide her breath, so the other party quickly came to the door.

"—It seems that we thought of a piece, but I'm sorry that I don't plan to delay too long with the female streamer, my master asked me to make a quick decision." Hair grows freely and maintains a translucent whiteness. His gaze was as sharp as a sharpened blade, and the red stones inlaid on his exposed chest also reflected each other, brewing a glossy and bewitching color. But the most striking thing is the golden armor that radiates divine brilliance that is not so much wrapped around the whole body, but as if it is integrated with the body.

Despite the beauty of each part, the youth that unites gives a strong impression that transcends beauty, what a wonderful youth it is.

"You're Lancer."

The girl stared at him carelessly.

"Great, I saw through my job placement before I even made a move, so you're Saber. Your sword has exposed you. ”

Karna nodded in acknowledgement. Although it is a casual statement, there is also a tentative tactic.

"No, I'm Ruler."

“Ruler？”

I've never heard of this job, and I haven't even given the Holy Grail the knowledge.

So much so that Karna couldn't help but be stunned.

But his inherent skill, the insight of the poor, told him that the other man was not lying.

What's going on? Forget it, the other party has the spirit of a heroic spirit, then it must be a servant, no matter what her intentions are, she has no reason to stop.

Murderous intent flashed in Karna's eyes

The battle is heating up.

Before he could get close, the extremely sharp wind struck like a sharp blade, and there was a slight pain on the face. The opponent's spear skills have reached the realm of gods and demons, and the body values that match them show the unparalleled force to the fullest. Although she knows the other party's real name and job agency, and naturally has a certain understanding of the enemy, in terms of intelligence, it is undoubtedly the party that occupies an absolute advantage, no matter how bad it is, it can have some effect with the luck value of the exceptional level, but the overall strength of the other party and this spearman is still beyond her psychological expectations.

Still, when the gun was so fast that even the afterimage could not be seen stabbed straight at it, the blonde girl still fought back with her sword cleanly and decisively.

The clash of swords and guns was only audible.

It was as if a hundred or ten pounds of explosives exploded in an instant, and the rolling air waves formed a hurricane, which not only swept away the ghouls attracted by the battle, but also collapsed the ground under their feet, which was like a meteorite falling. Both of them are proficient in white-knuckle warfare, which can be described as an instinctive use of the method of unloading.

"-I wasn't going to ask too much, lest people think I'm going to be suspicious of releasing water, but the truth is, you're not really good at swordsmanship." Taking a step back suddenly, Karna said coldly.

"Huh?"

"Because your swordsmanship is like someone shoehorned into you, the dwarf wielding a giant sword is more in line with the sense of disobedience you brought me."

(Special reminder, the setting of the heroic spirit in this book is slightly different from the original book) (to be continued......)