Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"I know the roads...but why did I have to knock her unconscious?"

"What are you talking about, Miss Artoria? This is the adjudicator. He is the enemy of our blue team, right?"

Sixth Director Lingxia spoke up and was the first to refute Artoria's words.

"As Lingxia said, although I look similar to you, my position is very different, my king."

Speaking of this, Shuo Yue gave Artoria a thoughtful look, which made her hair grow cold.

"Okay, back to the topic, my plan is this..."

After Artoria exclaimed, refused, felt aggrieved, and agreed, Shuo Yue ended the communication, turned to look at the saint sleeping on the bed, frowning slightly, and sneered after a long time.

"You're in bad luck."

He picked up Jeanne skillfully, brought her to the dining room, and performed a binding technique on her. Then, Shuoyue walked to the stove in the kitchen and started to get busy.

The morning light was dim, and the self-cleaning window lattice fell, illuminating the young man's serious profile and the arc of his mouth with unknown meaning.

The man in black robe laughs in front of the stage, washing his hands to make soup.

The original sentence is "Go to the kitchen for three days, wash your hands and make soup." Of course, I have changed it here.

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Chapter 437 Kitchen, restraint, saint jpg

Chapter 438 Kitchen, restraint, saint.jpg

"Wow, it smells so good..."

The aroma of food wafted from nowhere, and Jeanne woke up immediately after fainting, and then found herself sitting on a chair.

No, he was 'tied' to the chair.

The moment she moved her arm muscles, she revised her previous judgment. The laziness after waking up from a coma disappeared, and her slender body tensed. She was wearing light silver armor and holding the holy flag with a gun tip in her hand. With just a slight scratch, the magic chains that trapped her would be broken.

"Okay, that's it."

"Well……!"

As if it were a spiritual power, Joan of Arc clearly felt a weakness in her wrist. The magic power that was originally slowly recovering was greedily devoured by the chains and was completely consumed.

Looking towards the place where the sound came from, Jeanne squinted her eyes in the early morning light, and vaguely saw a tall and straight figure, as well as the young man's stern profile.

"I'm glad you're awake." The young man handled the instruments on the table without looking back, pouring the precipitated pure liquid into the reagent. Then he turned around and looked at the stunned girl with his shining golden eyes.

"Although I already said it once last night, it seems necessary to say hello again."

Shuo Yue slowly walked to Joan of Arc with a calm expression: "Hello, Joan of Arc, the arbiter of this Holy Grail War."

As he spoke, he put the reagent in his hand to the girl's lips and motioned her to drink it.

"My name is Shuo Yue."

New Moon... Joan of Arc tightly shut her mouth and stared at the young man, ordering him to untie the restraints.

Secretly, she was not idle either, but activated the Arbiter privilege behind her, looking for the Command Seals corresponding to the Servant in front of her.

As the judge of this Holy Grail War, she was given the absolute power to execute two orders on each Servant. The twenty-eight Command Seals of the fourteen Servants turned into wings and were branded on her back, protecting this saint who represented the Holy Grail system.

Even if you restrain her and deprive her of her magic power, it will be useless, because the command spell only requires a trace of magic power to activate——

But when the search results came out, Jeanne's amethyst eyes suddenly widened, and her little mouth opened involuntarily. She was unaware that Shuoyue had taken the opportunity to force the reagent into her mouth, and she just stared blankly at the young man who exuded the aura of a servant.

Among her authority as a judge, there is no Command Seal related to him!

There was no doubt about what was going on, because Joan of Arc's revelation gave the direction from the beginning. The reason why she chased him all the way was because of Shuo Yue, not the artificial man.

Since young people have such special characteristics, it proves that Joan of Arc's revelation was not wrong and he was indeed the key factor in changing this war.

It's just that the way he met the young man was a little too much.

"Ahem..." The liquid rushed into her throat, and Joan of Arc was caught off guard and began to cough violently. Shuoyue sighed helplessly, wiped the liquid from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and gently patted the saint's back.

"I'll choke even if I drink some water. I really don't know how to say hello to you."

"It's not because of this reason!" Joan of Arc coughed so hard that tears came out. Her hands were tied and she could only let the young man wipe her face. She felt embarrassed and angry. "Since you know that I am the Judge, you should understand that I have no ill intentions!"

"Of course I know, that's why I tied you up." Throwing away the projected handkerchief, Shuoyue stood up and went back to the kitchen. The clashing sounds of pots and pans echoed with his voice, "Before I took the android away, I asked the witnesses to keep it a secret, but you found me.

damn.

Joan's pretty face fell, and she instantly understood the reason why Shuo Yue tied her up.

"So, who was the informant, Siegfried, Astolfo... or that one?"

"I don't know." As a saint, Joan of Arc is absolutely good in order. How could she betray Artoria? She closed her eyes and focused on her, and forcefully explained, "I just found you based on my feeling, and the others." People don’t matter.”

"Based on your feeling?" He heated up the pan and projected bottles and jars. He exposed Jeanne's poor acting skills while cooking. "You should have realized by now that you have no special privileges against me, that is, the Command Spell."

Smelling the aroma coming from the kitchen, the eyes of the Saint Lady, who had not eaten for a long time and had traveled hundreds of miles, lit up. She rubbed her thighs unconsciously, and her stomach made an empty whine. But she still used her iron will to force her attention back to Shuoyue's question.

"Exactly...how did you do it?"

"It's very simple, because I am not a servant of this Holy Grail War." Shuo Yue kept talking nonsense and opened his mouth, "I am a servant that the Magic Association found long ago. Because of my special ability, I was able to escape from that war. Framework, freedom of movement.”

“This is…”

The temptation of food was unusually strong for Joan. Her rationality could not tolerate Shuo Yue's words at all, and she simply accepted it as fact without doubting that he was there.

wrong!

The skill 'Revelation' issued a warning. Jeanne's body trembled, she raised her head and looked at Shuo Yue in disbelief.

“What was that thing you just made me drink!”

"Nutritional supplements to replenish your energy consumption throughout the night. The efficiency of converting energy with food is so low." Shuo Yue operated the spatula with one hand and confessed, "It's just that I added a little bit of ingredients, such as containment." Magic power, like amplifying hunger or something..."

"Wait, amplifying hunger?" The blond saint's eyes widened in disbelief, "And you're not going to let me eat, are you? What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Eh, that's weird. Did I ever say I would treat you to dinner?" Shuo Yue turned around, looked at the shameful and angry Joan of Arc, and smiled jokingly, "It took a lot of effort to carry you over, Miss Prisoner, I'll do it Can’t you treat yourself to something delicious?”

"You gave me this kind of medicine, and then you had to eat delicious food in front of me..." Jeanne was stunned for a long time, her lips moved, but in the end she couldn't curse out, she just wailed, "Why is this like this -!"

It's a pity that Shuo Yue has already put up a soundproof barrier, and others are destined to not be able to enjoy the miserable appearance of the fallen saint.

"You can eat it if you want, just give it to the person."

"Really? No, no... I will never say who it is!" Under the hunger that was amplified countless times, Joan of Arc's psychological defense was crumbling, but even so, she still refused to commit an act of betrayal.

Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that Shuo Yue had already known that Dai Mao had stabbed him in the back. The reason why he asked again was partly out of bad taste, and partly to amplify Joan's guilt and prepare for her next behavior. Prepare.

After putting in the ingredients and simmering in the large pot, Shuo Yue took off her gloves, wiped her hands, and walked towards Jeanne again.

"What...what?" Jeanne's eyes dodge, but this time, Shuo Yue didn't give her a chance to escape. He stretched out his hands and directly grabbed her soft cheeks.

"what is your purpose?"

"Hmm..." Joan of Arc's eyes were wandering. The handsome young man was sticking so close to her. How could she have the nerve to say that she came for him because of the 'revelation'?

"Really?" Shuo Yue's eyes darkened, and Jeanne's avoidance verified his guess. From Shuo Yue's point of view, Jeanne had obviously discovered Shuo Yue's anomaly and regarded it as the biggest threat to this Holy Grail War. Factor——Yes, just like Amakusa in the original plot, it is something that must be eliminated.

After a fatal disagreement in understanding, Shuo Yue completely regarded Joan of Arc as an enemy. His originally fluctuating mood instantly stabilized. He loosened his hands and his tone became calm and cold again.

"It's a pity and hopefully we won't be enemies next time."

enemy? What's the meaning? Did Shuo Yue misunderstand something?

Joan opened her mouth to explain, but the words she wanted to say turned into a short scream!

In front of her, the young man pressed forward, holding Joan of Arc's moving legs with his left knee, and wrapped his left arm around her neck, pressing the two of them together, while his right palm pressed against her light armor, constructing a complicated ritual.

The next moment, Joan of Arc's clothes were forcibly transformed into spirits, exposing her delicate and smooth back!

Because she couldn't exert any strength, the girl's exclamations quickly turned into sobs and sobs. Shuo Yue ignored Jeanne who was trying to lower her body as much as possible. She just put her cold palms against her back with a calm face. on the command spell.

As the white-gold light shone, Jeanne uttered a slightly painful groan, and the Command Seals on her back gradually lit up with the same color as Shuoyue's palm...

The starting point is limited. You can imagine whether it is easier for Shuoyue to just take off the top of Zhenping or to focus on the back part (spreading hands)

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Chapter 438 I can play with this leg for a year

Chapter 439 I can play with this leg for a year

The night lingered, and the morning light faded. His palms wandered along the lines on the girl's back, and he heard a sobbing plea in his ears, but the young man just pressed his body further, concentrating on finding the rules of the Command Spell system.

And then came to the conclusion - it can't be done.

He couldn't snatch the Command Seal from Jeanne's back.

If it were an ordinary Holy Grail system, Shuoyue, who possessed the Third Law, would naturally have the highest authority and could do whatever he wanted. But this time, the Holy Grail War was amiss, and Jeanne, who was summoned by the Holy Grail itself, was like an administrator with a special ID card, and even Shuoyue could hardly interfere.

Deliberately ignoring the softness at the base of her thighs, Shuoyue looked down at the captured saint, his eyes becoming increasingly dangerous.

Since I can't get the Command Seal, otherwise... I'll die?

No, if you kill the Judge, his hatred for the Holy Grail will be full immediately. Whether the blue side will be exposed is another matter. The red and black camp will never let him go.

So, seal?

But he did not come in his real body. If he wanted to seal a saint who was resistant to magic EX, the magic power consumption would be beyond his ability to bear. Even if he connected to the red side's artificial human system, its performance would not be enough to lock Jeanne d'Arc in the imaginary space.

"Tsk...this troublesome assassin."

Although he complained like this, to be honest, Shuoyue was a little worried about the current situation.

I can’t kill, and I can’t play even if I’m imprisoned, so what should I do?

It's not a solution to continue the stalemate like this. He can't stay with Joan of Arc, but once her magic power is restored, it will be her turn to wield the holy flag and chase Shuoyue to beat her.

What's more... there is a well-behaved and foodie kid at home, staring at him quietly.

Thinking of this, Shuo Yue made a complete decision, took her hands off Jeanne's back, and wanted to get up.

"Wait a minute!" Joan of Arc exclaimed, her voice quickly became quieter, her body curled up into a small ball, and her voice could not hide her crying, "Don't look..."

This body is not only hers, but also belongs to Leticia. Even if Shuo Yue's misunderstanding leads to her current situation, the innocence of that girl should not be tarnished.

Although the assassin version of Shuo Yue had no emotions, it was not like he had lost his lower body. After finishing his work, he looked at the Saint Miss, who was curled up, with her hands trapped behind her back and skinned like a little sheep by him, and his Adam's apple could not help but roll.

Gan, who can bear this!

Fortunately, Shuo Yue also knew the special nature of Joan of Arc. He shook his head and threw away the charm in his heart. Then he bent his fingers and lightly tapped her shoulder, releasing the third method of imprisonment.

The costume that had been forced to become a spirit child returned, and Joan of Arc, who had been trying so hard to hide it, was relieved. She relaxed and slumped on the chair, her eyes filled with tears, panting, her face red and hot, and the brain was congested due to incorrect posture. The person was so dizzy that he didn't even realize that his hands were freed.

But a certain bad man deliberately didn't want her to rest. Shuo Yue thought about it and suddenly knelt down again and grabbed her slender white legs.

I have to say that Joan of Arc's dress is very understanding. As long as she lifts up her skirt, there is only a thin layer of black silk, and her delicate skin is exposed above the knees, which looks sexy and sultry.

"I can play with this leg for a year." Unable to help herself, Shuo Yue murmured Er Ye's famous saying.

Everyone laughs at the second master, everyone is the second master.

"Ah! You, what are you doing?!" Joan of Arc subconsciously tightened her body and protected her chest with both hands. Unfortunately, the struggle just now had exhausted her energy. Even if she was not restrained, she had no strength to stop Shuo Yue's actions. , could only emphasize again and again with shame and anger, "I think you must have misunderstood! I didn't mean any harm."

She has been treated so lightly and thought it was her fault. How stupid can this saint be?

"I already know." Shuoyue answered without raising her head, the third method in her hand quickly analyzed her body and spiritual clothing data, "If you don't want to be stripped naked by me again, shut up."

"?!" Village girl Jeanne d'Arc hurriedly covered her mouth, fearing that the young man would turn into a beast and execute her and Letitia on the spot.

Fortunately, the young man did not do anything too outrageous this time. In Joan of Arc's opinion, he just stared at her legs in a trance for a while... then stood up and went back to the kitchen again.

"Have you eaten? I'll give you some."

"Ah? Oh, thank you." Joan of Arc responded subconsciously, then reacted and looked at Shuoyue in disbelief.

Is this over? Not even an apology? !

She was, was... treated like this!

But recalling the young man's dead fish face from beginning to end, plus the expression that perfectly interpreted "There is no woman in his heart, the god of nature draws his sword", Joan of Arc puffed up her cheeks and punched him twice angrily, but she could only I could lie on the table and comfort myself helplessly.

"At least... not seen, uh, in the light... right?"

When she was captured during her lifetime, she was raped by an English nobleman in prison and was forced to wear men's clothing again - and the nobleman's obscene look still makes Joan feel cold when she thinks about it.

In front of a girl's chastity, the so-called reasons and misunderstandings must be put aside first.

And if at this moment, a kind person offered food to her who was hungry...