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Facing the firm gaze, Hei smiled. Did he think this was a joke from a country girl?

"It's almost dawn now. First of all, please explain your purpose of coming, Adjudicator."

Faced with Vlad III's question, Joan of Arc, who had been running all night but was always a step slower, did not use euphemisms and said bluntly:

"In the middle of the night, you fought with the red servants, right? They were Achilles, Atalanta, New Moon, and Spartacus."

"Sure, so what?"

"As a result, he retreated and fell into your hands as a capture. What happened after that?"

Chiron, Siegfried and Artoria present gave subtle reactions to Jeanne's question. No, it wasn't just him, the artificial people holding battle axes were also a little shaken.

However, the one who reacted more strongly than anyone else was Black, Vlad III.

“It’s really unpleasant.”

Just by saying this, the king was filled with murderous intent. Although it was an unreasonable behavior like a child throwing a tantrum, its power was enough to match a wide range of suppression weapons. Facing this tsunami of murderous intent, he endured it calmly.

Compared with the malice she felt when she asked to see Prince Charles in Chinon as a village girl and when she was interrogated as a prisoner, this time was nothing. After all, at that time, if there was anything suspicious about his actions, he would be killed immediately.

"If you don't want to answer, there is nothing you can do. The matter ends here. I will then conduct the investigation myself."

Just when she wanted to turn around and leave, the murderous intent suddenly slowed down.

"Sorry, it seems I went a little too far in joking." After finishing the initial test, Vlad III knocked on the throne and stated his purpose:

"Well, let me get straight to the point. We are facing an enemy that is a combination of the Magic Association and the Church, and they are also beings that want to kill you. Therefore, it is natural to hope that you can become a fighting force on our side, right?"

The topic seemed to become more tense, and Jeanne frowned.

"I have said it before. I am the absolute judge of this war summoned by the Holy Grail... I have my own purpose, and that is not to stand on the same front with you."

"Don't you have any wishes? Since you were summoned by the Holy Grail, you should also have your own wishes, right?"

"That's not the case. One of the qualifications for accepting the call as a judge is that you have no desire for this world."

After hearing this, everyone was shaken. Especially after understanding the story of the holy girl in front of them, it was hard for anyone to believe that she had no wishes.

He punched the armrest of the chair as if feeling very anxious. He stood up and shouted loudly as if to show his past madness:

"Joan of Arc Darhk, I know your ending very well! You were betrayed by everyone, had everything taken away, and finally died a violent death. It is impossible for you to have no wishes! Answer me quickly, there is no room for falsehood!"

If the murderous aura just now was a wide-range suppressive weapon, then every word now was as sharp as an iron stake. If you say even a single lie, or something that doesn't gain the Grand Duke's approval, your body will probably be pierced immediately.

Even in such a sinister atmosphere, the Saint of France remained unmoved and said in a quiet voice that was enough to suppress his momentum:

"I didn't. Everyone thought I died with hatred, that I must have longed for revenge or redemption. But - the life I have led has a sense of fulfillment that only I know. Although it is not something that everyone can agree with, at least I have no regrets about my life, and I don't have any wishes for the Holy Grail. If there is anything, it is just that I hope that this Holy Grail War can proceed on the normal track."

“You have been abandoned by God and you still say such things?”

"That's a stupid idea. The Lord will not abandon us. No, the Lord will never abandon anyone. The reason why we pray is to heal the Lord's sorrow. Yes, I am indeed——"

I heard the Lord’s sigh——

Wail, sigh, whimper, mourn.

The world is rolling straight towards hell, and no one can stop it. No, or... is that hell from the beginning?

How sad - the Lord lamented. People are not even allowed to live simply. They can either become wild beasts or become prey. They can only choose one.

The disputes never end, and blood continues to saturate the earth.

That’s why the Lord lamented, and I heard His voice, the extremely weak voice that was difficult for anyone to detect.

This is very clear. Listening to that voice and doing something that responds to it means giving up everything you have so far.

You must give up your lifestyle as a simple villager, and you must give up the joy of being loved by others. There is no reward for doing so. Whether it's my enemies or my own people - I will definitely be laughed at by most people.

That's an appalling thing. For a country girl to single-handedly break into a battlefield full of human evils, that is simply not what a normal person would do.

But the Lord is weeping.

I... must not be able to bear this feeling, nor can I turn a blind eye to it.

In order to stop the Lord from crying and to give Him the greatest comfort, I will challenge the hell of this world.

Put on your armor, hang up your sword, raise your flag—give me your life.

Yes, the revelation I received from the Lord was not glory and victory, nor was it a sense of duty and mission. The Lord was merely sighing in sorrow.

Therefore, at least you, who have received this revelation, should eliminate the causes of sighing for the Lord.

Flanders III stared at Joan of Arc silently for a while, then finally shook his head and sat down.

"Even though we believe in the same god, it seems we are incompatible."

"Even though we believe in the same god, there are people who would burn me at the stake. This is only natural."

She answered calmly. Hei laughed happily at her ironic words.

There is nothing we can do about it. However, it is also true that the Red Servant is targeting your life. We just want to win you over, but the other side doesn't seem to think so. "

"That's right. I must also investigate what the Reds are planning, although I don't intend to become their enemy..."

"It would be a different matter if you were attacked."

Indeed.”

"Then I'll just pray that the Red team is a bunch of stupid people who want to take your life." Black said this and laughed again.

After a brief moment of madness, the king's grace returned to Vlad III once again. Joan of Arc looked at him silently for a while, and after confirming that she could not get any more information, she said goodbye and left.

"Wait a minute." Danik called to Joan of Arc before she went out.

"The Duke is busy and can't talk to you. I'll explain what happened next on the way."

Joan of Arc turned her head away, looked at the black robe swaying quietly between the king's legs, and nodded slowly.

"Well, thank you very much."

Chapter 434 Teachings of Freedom and Happiness

Chapter 435 Teachings of Freedom and Happiness

Joan of Arc and Artoria left. In the royal room, Danik looked at Vlad III.

"Lord, are you just going to let her go like this?"

"Let him go?" The Grand Duke on the throne laughed, and the sound was like a fire burning in the shadows. "Danik, maybe you have never met such a person in your life?"

The Lord of the Thousand Realms Tree, Darnic, has been wandering around in intrigues and desires all his life. How can the people attracted by his destiny be noble or even innocent?

Wasn't even Vlad III himself a gambler lying in the mud of misery, struggling to reach out to the wish machine?

"But... I know that such people exist."

Dazzling and sacred, they are the light that walks on the bloody battlefield, and they are the fallen white wings of the Lord that redeem the miserable world.

How could such a person be bound by desire-ridden people like them?

Ah, if there had been such a person to govern the country with me, maybe I, maybe Wallachia wouldn't have...

"Oh God……"

Chewing on the loss and envy in his heart, the former Grand Duke of Wallachia prayed softly, and only he knew the feelings contained in his prayers.

In the heavily guarded city fortress, two figures walked side by side.

One is a young girl judge wearing a silver skirt and armor with a holy appearance; the other is an assassin hidden in a cloak, whose body shape is almost the same as that of his companions.

"Excuse me, you seem to be very curious about me...?"

More than once, Jeanne d'Arc noticed the scrutinizing eyes around her. She turned her head and looked at the black-robed assassin frankly. Her body trembled, shocked that her blatant voyeurism was exposed, but she still concluded. Stuttered:

"Well, I want to ask you a question.

"Of course, please tell me." For some reason, Joan was very fond of the assassin's voice.

"Here's what happened..." Artoria organized her words and told him everything that happened after she captured Red Spartacus.

The story of Hei, who firmly believed in his own morality and fled with the androids, sounded far from a heroic story. It was like a saint, Hei, who suddenly appeared and extended a helping hand to the dying people... and then, the unknown girl (android) who was saved by them was eventually taken away by the conspirator and embarked on his own journey to freedom.

"Do you think she will be happy? Even from the beginning to the end, it was us heroes who were doing everything wrong. It was we who rescued her from a small cage (Black), but then locked her into a larger cage (Holy Grail War)... …”

"I understand how you feel. If you are right, then she is purely a victim. As long as she does not want it, no one should interfere too much with his actions."

"But what if Shuo... what if the conspirator instilled faith in her and prompted the child to return to the cruel battlefield?"

"Then it depends on what the servant who took away the artificial man was thinking. Whether his belief is good or bad, I think we can only judge it by personally witnessing it, right?"

For Joan of Arc, what she cares about most at the moment is of course the young man in black robe who suddenly appeared. That is the key to her 'revelation', and it is also what the Lord told her in the dark, to 'save' this... An important factor in the Holy Grail War.

Thinking of this, Jeanne looked at Heizhi who had witnessed the whole process. Her amethyst-like eyes seemed to be able to speak, sparkling in the dim corridor.

"So...tell me, where did they go?"

That was the news that Arturia was not allowed to leak because of Shuo Yue's three orders.

Since the thought transformation of artificial humans is to be carried out, it should be done thoroughly. Joan of Arc Darhk, who truly led the artificial humans in the original work, naturally should not appear in front of Shuo Yue.

However, recalling what her Master had done before, Artoria hesitated for a long time, then sighed bitterly and spoke with difficulty:

"They walked towards the mountain road, where there was a small village."

She felt her heart beating.

The blood flowed in her veins and reached every part of her body. She felt her lungs breathing, and then she smelled the cool scent of the night and heard the rhythm coming from the distant earth.

She felt her hands, and then her feet again.

The fear of dying became clear again. The android opened his bright red eyes, which were exactly the same as Einzbern's. He gasped violently, exhaling the death and pain that remained in his lungs, breathing in the oxygen in the forest full of vitality. He couldn't help but let out a low groan.

She is still alive and functioning normally.

"Oh, I finally woke up."

Someone spoke in her ear, and the android realized that she was being carried on someone's back. During the constant and steady movement, air began to flow, turning into a breeze and brushing her cheek.

"Ah..." He made a sound without any pain. The android was stunned and forgot what he wanted to say.

She never imagined that breathing in and out would bring her such comfort.

After enjoying the trivial things for a long time, the artificial man spoke again: "Thank you..."

"No need to thank me." The young man carrying her on his back was unexpectedly cold. "I am not qualified to accept your thanks. Only after you understand this, can we continue to communicate."

"Oh..." The android nodded, not quite understanding, and soon remembered something else. Where is she (note that the person here is correct)?"

"I have returned to my own camp. Although I have rescued you, as a Servant summoned by the Black Side, I still have to run and fight for the Holy Grail War until this life is burned out."

Do you feel ridiculed at this way of living? A sneer appeared on the young man's lips:

"Including the black man who knocked the Master unconscious and wanted to take out his own heart to save you. He is also destined to become a victim of this Holy Grail War."

Black, Holy Grail War, and

Although he knew little about the information revealed by Shuo Yue, of course, the android's mouth seemed to be tightly strangled by something, and he only felt a stinging pain.

"This feeling……"

"This feeling is called sadness. Remember, this is another emotion you have learned in addition to the pain of dying." The young man's tone was still calm and joking, "These two emotions will accompany you throughout your life. Until death."

After a long silence, the artificial man whispered: "Is life always so painful?"

"It's always like this." Even when talking about a dark topic, Shuoyue's steps were still firm and he never stopped. "Even if the heroes tried their best to free you, what are you going to do after that?"

"What to do?" The artificial man was confused.

"If you want to say it, it's probably the ideal of life." The young man replied, "Although everyone takes different paths, they have to take steps after all. What do you want to get, and where are you going? This This is a proposition that I will explore throughout my life.”

After listening to Shuoyue's words, the android tilted his head and thought seriously: "I don't really want anything... I just want to live a good life."

Spend your life happily?

Shuoyue stopped and put the android down, staring at her tender and pure eyes. After a while, he rubbed the android's silver hair and sighed helplessly.

"It's difficult," the young man said. "It will be difficult for you."

More difficult than immortality, more troublesome than building a empire, more luxurious than money and beauty, the so-called happy life has always been something more unattainable than the Sky Garden.

What's more, the command spell has been printed on the back of the android's hand. Even if she avoids talking about it, the shadow of war will come to her sooner or later. After all, this is her 'destiny'.

But obviously, although the gender has changed, the character of the android is still as stubborn as in the original book: "Then let me give it a try. I can't let them down."

"Really? Then you have a lot to learn."