My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 793 Vol. Welcome, the Saint Girl of a Dream (IV)
Joan of Arc is autistic.

This is natural. Anyone who has no idea what is going on and someone says, "You like a scumbag to the point of hopelessness," will inevitably fall into confusion and answer the three questions of life, sitting on a park bench in a state of computer shutdown.

——Especially when that scumbag was still a seemingly harmless boy.

Not far away, the young version of the Moon Spirit King called in a construction team to clean up the messy streets. When he looked at the poor girl huddled on a bench like a homeless person, his expression showed some pity.

"What's wrong?" A sweet breeze blew across his face as the little girl in a red dress put her arm around his shoulders and caressed his cheek lovingly, "Are you heartbroken?"

"Yes." Shuoyue nodded frankly, "Although these are the facts, I'm afraid she will find it hard to accept."

Draco's hand paused for a moment, and after a moment of hesitation, he whispered, "I'm sorry... I was impulsive."

"No." Shuoyue shook his head quickly. He turned around and held the little red dragon in his arms. Feeling the warmth from her body, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes. "How can I blame you? I'm very happy to hear the oath you said in person."

Without waiting for Draco to speak, he took the initiative to move forward and pressed an extremely passionate mark on her delicate lips. Draco narrowed his eyes and could feel the young man's unreserved love. His previous resentment and jealousy dissipated like smoke, and she began to respond, ravaging her like a hungry carnivore.

She is a dragon, the embodiment of the most greedy being. How could she be satisfied with just a short-term enjoyment?

I'm just used to being patient.

Sitting on the park bench, Joan of Arc glanced over here, then looked away as if stung.

I’m already so miserable... and you’re still showing off your love in front of me!
I...I'll cry for you to see!
Thinking of this, she subconsciously sobbed, and when she wiped her fingers across the corners of her eyes, she actually felt a little wet. She couldn't help but hug her legs tightly and buried her head in her knees, feeling more aggrieved.

What can I do? I can’t defeat them, and I don’t know where to escape to.

The only people I really know in this city are this annoying couple...

The doubt about who she was once again surfaced in her mind. Jeanne pursed her lips and shook her head vigorously, trying to remove certain nightmarish illusions from her mind.

War, betrayal, sacrifice...

Birth, massacre, revenge...

What comes after this? What comes after this?
While she was thinking absentmindedly, something touched her cheek, so cold and wet.

"Hiss...!!!" She jumped up because of the cold, snatched the cold thing, and took a closer look. It turned out to be a Coke can with red and black packaging.

"Here." Draco put his red hands behind his back, bit his lower lip, and tried to look like he was asking for forgiveness. "I'm sorry for what happened just now."

There was no response. Joan of Arc took a few steps back cautiously, her body tense. It was obvious that she was not magnanimous enough to forgive this arrogant and unreasonable little red dragon.

The situation was at a standstill for a while, until Shuoyue spoke up to help: "Okay, okay, Draco was impulsive before, but that is the fact after all... If you want to be angry, come at me."

"Angry? I want to stab you to death with a sword." Joan of Arc glared at him coldly, but still opened the can of Coke and took a sip. The sweet soda flowing on the tip of her tongue calmed her complicated mood a little.

"Go on." She ordered Shuoyue, "Consider this as an apology. You must fulfill your duties as a tour guide and continue to introduce me to the people I have met before - if doing so can help me regain my memory instead of listening to your nonsense."

"It's my honor." Shuoyue breathed a sigh of relief and smiled appropriately, "Beautiful lady."

As long as I take her for a little while longer, this child will definitely be able to walk out of the image of that saint, like certain things, love certain people... For her, her own life has just begun.

This is a thought hidden in Shuoyue's heart, which even Draco has not yet understood. If he knew it, Draco would definitely show an envious expression and say something sourly like "You really have a preference for her", and then ask for double the return at night, right?
With his secret thoughts in mind, Zhao Li began to lead the way, but the moment he arrived at the destination, his good mood and his plan were shattered by the brutal reality.

The Knight King, who holds the Holy Lance and attacks with the ability to understand people's hearts, and her child with messy hair, who is as rebellious as a little lion.

The wise king of Uruk who utters a demonic laugh, and the two Sumerian goddesses who control the sky and the earth.

The Demon King sat on the throne in deep thought, with countless tentacles shaking and countless demon pillars with trembling eyes behind him.

And the French Saint, holding the holy flag of irises, showed a look of surprise when looking at the door, but that happiness quickly turned into a dazed look.

In the Grand Time Temple, what Shuoyue encountered was such a strange and evil combination.

"Why..." Shuoyue shivered and asked in a trembling voice, "You are here?"

"This question is meaningless." The Demon King said in a low voice, "This is our residence. Even if we voluntarily imprisoned here, you still promised us freedom."

The Demon Pillar behind him danced wildly with joy, expressing his full support for the king's speech.

"Britain has a workweek, and the busy work was declared over an hour ago." The Knight King lifted up his long hair that had fallen from his temples, revealing his charming charm. "I just came to visit the kings with my heir while the knights were noisily rushing to the Avalon Tavern."

"Come to think of it." Artoria looked at Shuoyue with a half-smile, "How long has it been since you last reported to the Round Table, my prince?"

Xiao Mo was making unhappy faces behind his father, especially when he thought of the loneliness his father showed when no one was around, he wanted to launch a gorgeous rebellion against this guy Shuoyue.

"As for us, we were pulled here by this half-naked guy, who said there was a good show to watch." Ishtarin raised his index finger and turned it, looking at the holy girl behind Shuoyue with an interested look on his face. "I was thinking of making a big fuss in Uruk tonight, but it seems that we still get something out of it, hehe, hehe..."

Is this how clairvoyance is used? The ancient king of tax evasion!

Shuoyue's face was stiff, and he glared fiercely at the heroic king of the Uruk lineage, but Gilgamesh raised his chin arrogantly, meaning, "You are busy with your own business, and you still have time to go to war with me, cook!"

In desperation, Shuoyue made eye contact with Ailei again, trying pitifully to ask her for help... Ailei looked soft-hearted, and was about to speak up to help him, but was stopped by Ishtar. She didn't know what she said, but a dangerous light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Shit, you're not planning to kill me and then lock me up in the underworld, are you?

Shuoyue felt a chill on his back, and something even more chilling was yet to come. After the kings finished speaking, the Saint, who had changed into white chain mail and was holding a holy flag, stepped forward and asked in a long-lost cold tone:

"Shuoyue, who is she?"

"I should be the one asking this question first." Joan of Arc behind Shuoyue also took a step forward. A flash of purple-black flame appeared, revealing her jet-black chain mail and cloak. She also held the flag and spoke in a hostile tone.

A ding-dong sound.

As if they had heard the sound of a prompt, everyone instantly revealed a dark look of expectation, and took a step back in unison, reducing their presence to the minimum, leaving the stage to the two saints with the same appearance. Watching servants with the same essence but different sides fighting each other is indeed a great pleasure that the members of the Throne of Heroes must experience.

Come, eat melon!

Even the Demon King lowered his head slightly and pretended to cast a casual glance. The big eyeballs behind him crackled, and the blatant prying eyes almost burned the temple to ashes.

When a large number of beautiful blonde servants faded away, the features of the two Joans of Arc became more distinct and different. First of all, the cloak. The hem of the black Joan of Arc behind Shuoyue had burnt marks on it, while the hem of the white Joan of Arc's dress was clean without any dirt.

Secondly, the armor. The curves of the armor worn by Joan of Arc in black are concave, and the large and ferocious area makes it look extremely aggressive. In contrast, the arcs of the armor worn by Joan of Arc in white are round and peaceful, emphasizing the element of protection more than war.

Even the chains symbolizing the "Suffering of the Saint" were not obvious on the white Joan of Arc, but the black Joan of Arc was tied up to a great extent. Not only were they tied behind her back, but they also hung down to her waist, as if the slightest tug would force the girl to kneel on the ground and hang her head in humiliation.

With the completely different pale skin and the crazy look, many servants' expressions changed slightly, realizing what moment this Black Joan of Arc was in with the French Saint.

Bound in chains, abandoned by his country, and buried in the flames of the cross.

That is the end of the saint that has been passed down to later generations to this day.

The one who reacted faster should be the White Jeanne who was born from the same body as her. However, after a short silence, the White Jeanne showed a puzzled expression:
"Why are you here... No, I should say, who are you?"

"Me? I'm Jeanne d'Arc—at least that's what this guy called Shuoyue said." Black Jeanne d'Arc responded with a hostile sneer, "How dare you turn into my appearance, but you don't even know who I am?"

White Joan of Arc shook her head slightly: "In that case, I have something to ask you."

"What else are you asking now?"

"It's a simple question. Do you...remember your family?"

"……Why?"

"I told you, this is a very simple question." White Joan's expression became serious. "No matter how vivid the memories of the battlefield are, I still have more memories of being a country girl in my mind. Even with my dark side, I can't forget the pleasant time of pastoral life."

"No, it should be said that it is precisely because I cannot forget that I feel despair, lamentation, and anger towards betrayal and hatred."

"I..." The black Joan of Arc opened her eyes slightly, and fragmented memories flashed through her mind, giving her a splitting headache.

Although I still can't remember it, there is only one thing that is certain - it was not a beautiful past.

"You... have no memories, right?" White Joan of Arc saw the expression of her other self and nodded in understanding.

"Joan of Arc, stop talking." Shuoyue protected the black Joan of Arc behind him as he had done before, and sighed softly, "At least not now."

“Please move aside, New Moon.” White Joan of Arc took a step forward, refusing to give in. “At this moment when we meet, everything we do is only about me and her. At the end of death, I was indeed betrayed and mocked, but I do not hate my motherland. It is impossible for me to hate it because I love this country deeply.”

"If that's the case, then where did you come from? Joan of Arc never felt unwilling until the last moment of her death, so why were you born in this form! Could it be that you are a fictional phantom imagined by countless people who have read the story of Joan of Arc..."

"Joan of Arc!" Shuoyue interrupted the White Saint Girl's thoughts with a loud voice, "Stop now, no more revelations!"

"Do not."

There was a laugh of self-abandonment after collapse, so crazy, with undisguised hatred and tyranny.

"It's too late." The black Jeanne slowly drew out the magic sword at her waist, "I remember everything."

I never thought that she would be so weak as to run away from the past, whether it was the memory of being tied to the stake as a witch, or being born in that evil dragon singularity under the crazy attempt of her best friend, and then being expelled under that holy light, not even qualified to return to the Throne of Heroes, and disappearing sadly...

“So, what is this?” Black Joan of Arc, no, now it should be Joan of Arc Alter, she looked at her hands, her tone revealing a heartbreaking emptiness, “The wreckage of the wreckage? Another shadow cast by the phantom on the ground? It’s so embarrassing that I’m about to laugh…”

"That's not the case, Jeanne." Shuoyue approached her step by step. "Since you exist here, it means that the world still remembers your existence. Even if your essence is just a wish made to the Holy Grail, here, you can..."

"do not come!"

Without waiting for Shuoyue to finish speaking, Jeanne Alter swung her sword violently, and scattered and broken light and shadows were reflected on the blade.

The darkness spread, and the deep red misery and pain that had accumulated until now burst out, relying on clusters of condensed purple-black flames, condensing into a solid shape.

There was a dragon with its wings spread out, its iron-like scales spread out, reflecting the last glow of dusk, it roared towards the sky, and violently destroyed everything in the poisonous fire surging in its throat.

"This is the roar of my soul, tempered by hatred. Roar, my rage!!"

The moment the words of liberation were spoken, endless dragon flames came like a flood!

"Avalon!" The Knight King stepped forward and raised his arm calmly.

"My Lord is here!" The white saint pursed her lips and held up the holy flag of iris.

Under two consecutive EX-level protections, the raging fire started by the Avenger was blocked at a distance, and when the aftermath of the Noble Phantasm dissipated, the black Jeanne d'Arc, the Avenger Jeanne d'Arc Alter, had disappeared in the Grand Time Temple.

"It's none of my business." Facing Shuoyue's angry gaze, Gilgamesh shrugged. "Anyway, given the attraction between the two of them, they will collide at an unexpected moment sooner or later - at least here, we have your back."

"What a joke! I am the King of Moon Spirit, and I still need your help?"

The light of the third law lit up, and the intimate moment with the little red dragon ended. Now, the tall, handsome and noble-looking Shuoyue Youth made his grand appearance!

"Just wait. I will reduce the resources allocated to the Uruk lineage by eight quotas. I want to see if your Golden Rule can escape Siduri's pursuit, Gilgamesh." He waved his fist at Gilgamesh, turned around and walked out the door. "Let's go, Draco, let's go and catch Black Jeanne."

"No, I don't want to be a light bulb." Draco refused without thinking. She also turned into a wild long-legged beauty. After blowing a kiss to Shuoyue, she walked towards the Saint and the Saint King who were facing a formidable enemy. "It just so happens that we ladies haven't had a tea party for a long time..."

"Hey, be careful and don't tear down the Demon King's temple." After Shuoyue gave a helpless warning, he embarked on a journey to find someone alone.

"So, dear Miss Heizhen, where are you now? Come and let me talk to you..."

(End of this chapter)