Roland slowly approached Joan of Arc, who was a little paralyzed, and sighed secretly in his heart.

It was completely said by Kalian.,Compared to using violence to control this means.,Seal the power of the other party.,A little bit of a soft knife to promote the kind of emotional revival that she belongs to a girl.,This effect is much better.。

In the resolute and cold eyes before, only a blur was left at this moment, and it was also glowing like mist.

It sublimates the spirit with pure faith, but ignores the body, as long as it is not a prop that Solomon does not even have a self, even if it is a saint under such a stimulus, even if it is a will like steel, it is inevitable that she will compromise with instinct.

In her current state, Joan of Arc couldn't resist as she normally would.

If Roland wants to, he can easily get it, but this level can't satisfy him.

As long as he is out of this state, the faith that cannot be shaken even by the evils of this world will save Joan of Arc from it, and there will still be a little clarity in the eyes containing chaotic desires, expressing vague resistance, which is enough to prove that Joan of Arc is still not completely succumbed.

"No ......"

The Lady Saint muttered to herself, recounting her last insistence in feeble words, a gesture that was undoubtedly very endearing.

Roland, who was already a little moved, couldn't help but stop, balancing reason and desire.

With Joan of Arc as she is now, as long as it continues logically, Miss Saint will fall.

Now these slight resistances in front of us will also collapse in an instant, and even become active.

But in this case, all the previous efforts will be in vain, and after everything is over, the soul door that has been pried open by Karen and slightly pushed open a corner must be completely closed.

After that, if you want to encounter this kind of scene again, in addition to spending a lot of energy, you also need to wait for the right time.

Although it's not bad to let the other party become a canary in a cage for viewing, this is undoubtedly a waste of the girl's value.

Let the noble saint completely become her own thing, is Roland's ultimate goal.

Both physically and spiritually.

Therefore, the next step is the final battle, and if Joan of Arc's old-fashioned notion of selflessness is not completely defeated, Miss Saint may fall, but she will never give in.

You must make the other party fundamentally realize that you can't do anything, and everything you insist on is meaningless.

Joan of Arc's faith is supported by past experiences, following the Lord's revelation and responding to the call of inhibition to clear up unstable mutations.

In the process, Joan of Arc has encountered a dilemma, but every time she tries to redeem everything as much as possible, with the help of revelation and inhibition, she has not really experienced the despair of asking for nothing.

After all, even if she encounters that situation, she will inherit the will of the victim and help him avenge it, so as to save the world.

Therefore, she will be compassionate for the people, and she will do her best to give up her immediate interests to save the threatened people, but in the face of the real right and wrong, Miss Saint is never weak.

People who can blow themselves up always have this kind of confidence.

It is very difficult to shake this unsullied will, but if you grasp the key point, I am afraid that it will also make Joan of Arc's character distorted and completely depraved mentally.

At that time, even if Roland asked her to help hold it down, or even guard the door outside, the Holy Maiden would bow her head in shame and obediently become an accomplice in pushing other innocent people into the fire pit.

Worst...... This picture is so tempting that just thinking about it makes Roland a little embarrassed.

Thanks to Karen's previous help, it would have been quite a test of his willpower to resist this temptation.

Roland took a deep breath and moved closer to Joan of Arc.

In the warm gasp, the girl also realized her state, forcibly restrained the illusion that her whole body seemed to be ignited, and looked at Roland stubbornly.

She didn't spit out a weak tone as before, but made as fierce expressions as she could, but against the backdrop of that rosy face, it was more or less convincing.

"So, I'm going to get started......"

Roland smiled meaningfully, brushing the messy hair next to the girl's sideburns and straightening it out.

He did it deliberately slowly, because after approaching, Roland could clearly feel that the girl had accurately grasped the last straw in the chaotic emotions.

"Roland, please, change the conditions...... As long as it's something else, I'll do anything. ”

The Holy Maiden and Roland, who were only a stone's throw away from her, looked at each other, and their mood unexpectedly calmed down.

"On a different condition? As a prisoner, I can still say such things, and sometimes I feel that I am too easy to speak. ”

It's really good, at this moment, I can still accurately grasp the key points, and even cater to my own preferences, deliberately showing a state of submission.

It seems that Joan of Arc was able to become a saint who saved France, and it seems that Joan of Arc was not entirely dependent on revelation, and such a humble plea seemed to offer him all the criteria of being a saint, but as long as he agreed, the other party would immediately pull Karen away as much as possible...... No, it should be directly using her identity as a saint to inform the church, so that the secrets of this Holy Grail War will be revealed, so that it will be invalidated, and finally directly blow yourself up.

In the other world line, when the enemy uses the sky garden as a fortress, it can be seen from Joan of Arc's natural offer to use strategic bombers, bunker bombs, missiles, and even satellite missiles that she is not a person who will stick to such rules.

Roland thought as he unconsciously brushed his shiny hair to his white neck and stopped.

As if encouraged by this behavior, Joan of Arc controlled her rapid breathing a little and continued to persuade Roland.

"And I can't let you ...... Satisfied, I've never studied this aspect of things, and I'm always careless......"

"It's okay, it's better to let the Holy Virgin become a real Holy Maiden, and reward me instead."

He bowed his head skillfully, and his palm landed on the girl's weak shoulder.

"Moreover, I won't even eat the big meal delivered to my door, I won't waste it so much, and with your intelligence, this gap in experience will soon be bridged, and there is still a lot of time left for us, so don't worry about it at all."

Indeed, before dawn comes, tonight's Christmas Eve is still a long one.

But who would worry about that!

The Holy Maiden's heart tightened, and she finally realized how strong Roland's will was.

I'm afraid this bastard scum didn't intend to let himself go from the beginning, and the attitude that seemed to be easy to talk about before was just a disguise before his nature was revealed.

At a distance as close as a lover, Joan of Arc could clearly see Roland's undisguised eyes full of greed and ambition.

When all evasion was useless, the Holy Maiden could only finally spit out all the unhappiness in her heart before falling.

She hooked Roland's neck with her backhand, her flexible waist was slightly strained, and her slender legs locked the opponent's body.

In such a rather ambiguous position, Joan of Arc spoke softly.

"Then it's as you wish, but I can't guarantee that I won't be buried in the fire with you at the critical moment, and at that time, will you still have time to let my soul out of my body? Even if it's a beast, it's not comfortable to be put in this way. ”

When Roland came out of the confessional, the blockade that had been placed on her was gradually lifted for the sake of pleasure, and at such an intimate distance, this threat was quite convincing.

However, the smile on Roland's face still did not fade.

"Dead in the fire? I'm a little curious about how you'll feel at this temperature, but you don't really think that the lines tattooed on your body before are just pretty. ”

Such light-hearted words made Joan of Arc seem to realize something.

As the intense anomaly centered on the lines began to spread across her limbs, wave after wave, like the beach at low tide, the process of the ebb and flow of the tide was constantly repeated, slowly wrapping around Joan of Arc's body.

This curse-like feeling has turned pleasure itself into a pain.

Joan of Arc's thoughts suddenly turned into a mess, and the lines did not seal her own power as a servant, but in turn blessed her...... In terms of perception.

At this moment, everything that the Holy Maiden perceives has been magnified thousands of times.

The touch of the stockings, the temperature close at hand, and the previous desire of the body instantly crushed Joan of Arc's reason, and under the unconscious friction of her legs, the saint who experienced it for the first time could not control herself at all.

"If you really understood how big a level gap there is between us, you wouldn't have said such ridiculous words."

Looking at Joan of Arc, who was almost immobile, the corners of Roland's mouth hooked up a chilling arc.

Joan of Arc is not a hero, but a saint who has received revelation, and her pure and tenacious heart is both her incomparable advantage and the biggest breakthrough.

"Hmm......"

Facing Roland, who really no longer concealed himself, Joan of Arc's brain was blank, obviously there were countless reasons to resist, but his body couldn't move, as if he was really just a country girl.

I don't know whether to be scared or relieved, she just responds blankly.

Until the other party took the initiative to separate, she even sighed softly in a daze.

After being punished, the girl's pupils had become watery, blurry and unable to see the focus, and even the corners of her lips and her fair neck were tinged with wisps of red.

Joan of Arc has reached its limit, and the next step is to decide which route to take.

Therefore, Roland will next completely break through the wall of her heart that she uses to maintain her obsession.

"Roland, I won't give ......"

"Of course you won't, Joan of Arc is the saint who guards the world...... How could you succumb to the devil. ”

Seeing that Joan of Arc was now unconvincing but still hard-mouthed, Roland's tone softened.

"So, those sacrifices are necessary."

Roland said in a rather intimate tone.

"-For the world itself, the value of Karen alone is nothing, right?"

"She was neither a great man who could move the world forward, nor a hero who could spread the gospel, but a little nun who could be seen everywhere in the churches of this era, and the meaning of her happy life was nothing compared to Miss Joan of Arc's mission."

"If she hadn't been so lucky to be chosen, you wouldn't even have met."

This is sophistry, if Joan of Arc didn't care about Karen, she wouldn't have been induced by Roland step by step to this state, but for the Holy Maiden, who has a very strong sense of morality, just this idea is enough to kill.

“……”

Joan of Arc's hands clasped tightly together on her legs, so hard that her knuckles turned white.

It was impossible to tell whether it was the feelings of loss or anger slowly fermenting in her heart, so that the Holy Maiden could not open her bitter mouth to refute Roland's violent arguments.

"By the way, the child did not hesitate at all when she sacrificed herself for you, and, even if she was treated like that, there was only one thought in her, and nothing changed."

"—she has never regretted meeting you."

Roland whispered in the ear of the saint who was gradually stiffening.

"And you, Miss Joan of Arc, with what consciousness do you have to say such things?"

"You're just a summoned servant, can you afford that Karen has gone to a completely different life because of me? You're just trying to make your heart feel as good as possible while protecting the world. ”

You have to refute it, you have to resist it.

Joan of Arc's full, light cherry lips opened and closed slightly, but she was like a demon, unable to say anything.

In the end, all that remained in her chaotic mind was Roland's voice with a low smile.

"—You're a person who thinks only of yourself."

The next moment, the door of the confessional closed heavily, and the raging shadows completely covered everything inside.

"Hoo ......"

When it was opened again, Roland also sighed with a little satisfaction, looking at the sticky traces remaining at the corners of his mouth, flowing down, and the saint lady who was already worthy of the name, couldn't help but smile.

From now on, the saint who saved the country has completely belonged to him from head to toe, according to the legend of the Bible, if the other party is an angel, I am afraid it is already a state of fallen.

Pulling out a quilt from the side and covering Joan of Arc, Roland gently closed the door.

After that, there was no need for him to say, Miss Karen would take the initiative to help her wash her body and send her to a more suitable room to rest.

It can be further observed that the legendary saint gradually distorted and degenerated after breaking the defense, and Karen's desire for such an opportunity was already unwanted.

Therefore, Master Luo, who has worked all day and night, can finally rest for a while.

Although there is no need, in terms of Roland's current physical fitness, even if he has exercised so far, he has not felt the slightest fatigue, and even behaves energetically, looking unfinished.

Dusk has come to an end, and the long night is approaching.

Pouring out of the stained glass windows, the moonlight was already cold.

Although she only talked about it for one night, perhaps because of her first experience, because of her lack of experience in this area, the Holy Maiden was quite unyielding before she passed out, and the contrast brought by her honest body perfectly constituted a cycle that made Roland more and more excited the more she struggled.

If she had given up resistance altogether, things would have been much better.

After all, what Roland wants to gain from her more than experience and skill is the kind of shyness but obedience, the kind of reluctance but still the process of taking the initiative to show youthful skills, every time Miss Saint does not admit defeat, it will only make Roland more satisfied.

Wait until the next time with Karin, and the soul of the Holy Maiden will surely sink forever.

As for now, it's time to shift your attention.

Thinking like this, Roland snapped his fingers skillfully, and the pervasive darkness rose in front of him, forming a clear mirror.

"Master, I thought you had forgotten about the Holy Grail War, you were behind it, but you left all the work to me, and I don't know if you were too reassuring of me or didn't take the plan to heart at all."

"I've always been serious, in terms of attitude towards this game."

Roland responded to Solomon's words as a matter of course, and admitted the other party's statement cleanly.

"Game...... I really can't argue with that. ”

Compared to when he was first summoned, King Solomon, who had already retrieved a lot of knowledge, also sighed faintly.

It was precisely because he knew that Roland was not joking that he couldn't laugh at all, this was an unjust war, from fate, the organizers, to the contestants themselves were all as open as possible, and he had some pity for the enemy who didn't know anything about it.

"According to your request, everything has been prepared, and the Root Princess must know this, obviously it is completely unsuitable from a strategic point of view, but she still ordered Archer to go out and fight, it seems that she does not intend to miss this opportunity."

"Anyway, the ruler's spirit base has already been obtained, so let's take advantage of the situation, but you said that she doesn't plan to miss this opportunity, and the rider has finally come out?"

"Yes, it's better to miss the battle a few nights ago, which makes him feel quite aggrieved."

Speaking of this, Solomon's tone also made some waves.

Roland didn't continue to ask, but looked up at the window, as if he felt something.

The light cast from a corner of the sky was no longer moonlight like water, but a flame of light that dispelled all darkness like a sharp sword, like the first light of the morning light that splits the night.

Although this church is located on a spiritual vein, it is not sparsely populated because of the nature of the church.

Since this light can be clearly felt here, it must be that the scale of the body is not only huge, but also has no attitude to hide.

"This is Rider's treasure, it's so blatant, he won't think about ......"

"Judging by the scale, that's what you guessed," Solomon concluded as he looked at the behemoth hanging over Tokyo Bay at night, feeling the magic within.

"Rider intends to wipe out the city and all life on our feet."

Thank you Xuanyuan Bin for the tip! Thanks to R Sang for the tip!

(End of chapter)