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What kind of emotion is hidden in such a complex yet slightly indulgent look?

For some reason, she was curious.

At the same time, the restaurant

The android enjoyed the feeling of waking up early, breathing the fresh air, and feeling the comfort of stretching every part of her body - before Shuoyue prepared lunch, she had already walked around the entire house excitedly, but still obediently did not go out.

While Shuoyue was busy in the kitchen, the android girl held her chin and tilted her head to observe the young man's movements. Her ruby-like eyes were pure and full of childlike curiosity and exploration.

"But, teacher, don't you look good today?"

After seeing Shuo Yue's handsome yet cloudy face several times, the android thought for a long time and then frankly expressed his thoughts.

"It seems that you can already feel other people's emotions, not bad." After Shuo Yue gave a habitual instruction, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the area below the collarbone. The sudden explosion of pain made his eyebrows jump and he took a breath of cold air. .

For some reason, the pain caused by this small injury was actually stronger than being pierced by Vlad III. Every time he touched it, it was like a bomb exploding in his heart, setting off a turbulent flow of emotions that made Shuo Yue himself. Hard to tell.

There are complicated reasons for this, so I won’t explain it to you.”

At this point, Shuoyue just caught a glimpse of the blond figure, who was sneaking out along the corner. When he saw the two of them in the kitchen, he froze.

"Ah, is it Miss Joan of Arc? The one who lives in the teacher's room."

Because of Shuo Yue's intrusion, although the android girl has never talked to Joan of Arc, she is not a stranger to her: "Well, I remember the greeting is... Good lunch, have you eaten?"

Out of politeness, Joan stopped sneaking around and was about to answer when Shuo Yue, who was wiping the dining table, spoke quietly.

"Miss Saint, who has been sleeping like a lazy pig until now and even dreams about food, of course she hasn't had lunch yet."

"Ahahaha..." Having her sore spot touched, Jeanne laughed dryly and tried to leave this place as soon as possible. "Thank you for your hospitality. I have things to do. I'll leave first. Bye!"

"Stop." The young man's slow voice was like an order, imprisoning the magic EX saint in place, and showed a little expression as if he was mourning for his concubine.

Ding.

The white porcelain plate was placed on the dining table, making a crisp sound. Shuoyue looked at the timid Saint with a fake smile:

"Did you forget something?"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc said "uh", and her pretty face turned rosy to the naked eye. After hesitating for a long time, she still handed out the shirt hidden behind her back. She turned her head with erratic eyes, not daring to look at the young man in front of her.

"Is this dress yours?"

Obviously, this is the teacher's shirt.

The android girl recognized him at a glance. She looked at Jeanne with a strange expression, then looked at Shuo Yue, who had been wearing a black robe since morning...

In other words, the teacher is actually wearing nothing underneath?

"Of course, otherwise who do you want it to be?" Shuo Yue was wiping her hands, so she raised her chin and motioned for Joan to put down her shirt.

The blonde girl hesitated for a long time, and finally took small steps, approaching the dining table little by little, and threw the clothes on the table like she was throwing a bomb, then pulled her hand back like lightning, wanting to escape but meeting the young man's eyes again. She didn't dare to move, and could only stammer:

"Well, why are you, your clothes, here with me..."

Hearing this, Shuo Yue raised her eyebrows.

"You don't even remember? Can't you? I still want you to give me an explanation?"

Explanation?

With a bad premonition, Jeanne's breath was choked, and she heard Shuoyue continue: "After you fell asleep, you either wanted to hug me or strangle me, and then... Oh my."

Seeing Jeanne's changed expression, Shuoyue said with a hint of mischief: "I really didn't expect that Miss Arbiter would be like this when she fell asleep."

"I...what happened to me?!"

Jeanne's legs were obviously weak, but in order to maintain the dignity of the judge, she still stubbornly tried to quibble.

It looks quite cute.

The young man's smile deepened, but he still tried to look embarrassed: "He did something unspeakable to me..."

Unspeakable?! Jeanne looked at the shirt on the table in disbelief.

"Unspeakable..."

Too hard to say?! The girl's face flushed, her eyes were wet, and she staggered. She quickly sat on the chair, gasping for breath, her full chest rising and falling.

What on earth did I do to him last night?

"Miss Jeanne, please drink some water."

The android girl handed her a glass of water. Jeanne snatched it and drank it all up. She drank the water like Erguotou. With a 'bang', Jeanne slammed the glass on the table and took the initiative to attack:

"Mr. Shuo Yue, please answer my question directly. What on earth did I...do last night?!"

"You want to know?" The young man was no longer as indifferent as he was yesterday. He smiled, with a fox-like cunning light in his eyes.

Jeanne rubbed her thighs nervously, but still gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Feeling that the Saint would explode if she continued to be provoked, Shuoyue sighed in a pretentious manner: "Okay, then please watch carefully."

Looking? What?

Joan of Arc looked at Shuoyue in surprise, but found that the white-haired young man was smiling. He suddenly reached out and took off Pluto's cloak.

Her eyes widened in an instant, Saint Maiden opened her mouth slightly, and her brain, which had just cooled down, began to work at full capacity again, almost turning her into a Steam Queen.

What caught Joan of Arc's eyes was the young man's naked upper body, his slender arms and beautifully shaped muscles. Just standing there, he was as sharp as a spear, exuding an indescribable charm.

In front of the two girls, Shuoyue showed off his figure confidently, and his masculine aura made Jeanne d'Arc breathless.

Her eyes involuntarily slid down, following the lines of the muscles, and Joan of Arc saw a row of neat teeth marks, which fell on the lower part of Shuoyue's collarbone. The red was obvious, and it was obviously an "injury" that had just been inflicted.

As for who is the initiator, it must have been revealed.

What happened last night also became clear. Apparently, a certain saint who was half asleep was not only satisfied with hugging Shuoyue and touching him all over, but she even bit him like he was some delicious food...

Joan of Arc made a sound, her brain was completely overloaded, and she lay on the table with smoke rising from her head.

Shame on you, absolutely shameless!

The majestic French saint dragged a man to bed in the middle of the night and did that to him.

What's more important is that it's someone else's body...

Lord, please forgive my blasphemy, my violation, my unchastity...

“It’s not the One in Heaven you should be asking for forgiveness, it’s me.”

The young man's voice came from far away. Joan of Arc only felt someone rubbing her head, and then picked up the shirt beside her. Amid the rustling sound, Shuoyue's voice was filled with smiles.

"Get up, Miss Adjudicator, I believe you won't dare to do anything inappropriate."

After hearing Shuo Yue's words, Joan of Arc could no longer pretend to be dead. She raised her head and looked at Shuo Yue with moist eyes.

"Well, how should I compensate you?"

"Oh, you still use the honorific title." Shuo Yue couldn't help laughing. He didn't take advantage of the situation, but knocked on the table, "It's lunch time, let's eat first."

Oh." Under Shuoyue's smiling eyes, Jeanne pursed her lips, and finally sat down obediently and picked up the knife and fork.

Then...she had the most grueling meal ever.

The desserts before the meal were delicious, the main dishes were delicious, and the snacks after the meal were the same... But Shuoyue, can you please stop looking at me! Don't you want to eat? !

The saint wailed in her heart, but it didn't stop her from turning her grief and anger into appetite, and swept away the food on the table. Even the android girl was shocked by her momentum, put down the tableware, and carefully handed the meal to the boss.

As for Shuoyue, who was dressed neatly again, she stared at Joan of Arc intently, admiring her beautiful and holy profile, and the depths of her golden eyes were filled with a smile that she herself was not aware of.

Indescribable? Hard to say?

This is a lie!

Shuo Yue is a servant and can turn into a spirit child and leave at any time, so how can she be taken advantage of by Joan of Arc?

He just couldn't help it, the beauty of last night flooded into his mind like a tide.

He thought of the sleeping saint girl, who was as obedient as a baby, hugging him like an octopus, burying her face in his chest, and murmuring softly and cutely.

He remembered the girl sniffing, suddenly opening her little mouth and biting his chest, her hair falling down, the pain and itchiness intertwined and attacking him, making the young man frown slightly, but he suppressed his voice and found it difficult to take his eyes off the girl.

He remembered that after the fooling around, the girl let go of his arms, but he couldn't help but hug her back and refused to let go. He looked at her pouting red lips, reached out his hand to stroke her cheek, and lifted up her golden hair.

Just recalling it, Shuoyue could no longer suppress the smile on her face, until Jeanne felt frightened when he saw her, holding her bowl and chopsticks, pushed away the dining table, and silently retreated, retreated, retreated...

"Well, have you finished eating?" Shuoyue came back to his senses. He looked at Jeanne who had retreated a few meters away and stood up as if nothing had happened. "Are you full? Do you need me to make some more?"

"Well, no need." Joan of Arc was extremely uncomfortable with Shuo Yue's current appearance and whispered, "Excuse me, how can I compensate you?"

Looking at the respectful Saint Lady, Shuo Yue smiled secretly in his heart. He stretched out his hand and tapped her smooth forehead, causing the girl to scream. She covered her forehead in grievance, and then she stood up contentedly.

"We'll talk about compensation later. I have something to do and need to go out first. Miss Arbiter, please communicate with the android I rescued. As a new master who escaped from the Black Fortress and obtained the qualification to participate in the war and signed a contract with Black, I believe she has a lot of knowledge that you need to teach her."

"Master? Is this the android lady?" When it came to business, Jeanne instantly sorted out her inner emotions and looked at the silver-haired girl who rarely spoke. Shuo Yue also took this opportunity to get out of their sight and return to herself. s room.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with body temperature still on it, the smile on Shuoyue's face gradually faded. He snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the imaginary space expanded, and an image display emitting a metallic luster fell out.

This image display looked ordinary. It did not contain any great mystery nor was it attached with any powerful magic. However, when Shuoyue turned it on, a corner of the courtyard was reflected on the lit screen.

A gentle-looking priest in a robe was walking among them, heading towards somewhere in the courtyard.

"You've been hiding it for so long, and now you're finally going to wrap it up while I'm away."

Looking at the man in the picture, Shuoyue's lips curled slightly, and his golden pupils were full of indifference and ridicule.

"It's a pity that even if you take every precaution, you still can't escape from my grasp, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada..."

The red priest was completely unaware of the assassin's whispers. He simply straightened his manners and respectfully pushed open an inconspicuous door.

The misty smoke drifted away, and the priest disappeared into it with a smile on his face.

——Including someone’s familiar lurking in the imaginary number.

I am so excited about the exams that I still have to make some dog food to make up for my hurt heart (laughing and crying)

The scene between Shuo Yue and Joan of Arc is almost over here, and next is the scene between Mo Zai and Da Mao... Well, plus the appearance of Joan of Arc's Takeuchi face.

Chapter 441 Red Masters and Sieg

Chapter 442 Red Masters and Sieg

Thus, the largest Holy Grail War in history - the Holy Grail War came to an end. Black's defeat and Red's victory have been confirmed. It is regrettable that the function of the Great Holy Grail has stopped and the wish cannot be fulfilled, but the huge reward from the Magic Association is enough as consolation. With the Great Holy Grail out of action, there is no need to argue about it again.

The Red Team members each had their own thoughts and went into a state of rest, slowly healing from their post-war fatigue.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

Just like when they first met, the white-haired priest handed out black tea to everyone.

"Thanks."

The moment I put it in my mouth, the refreshing aroma immediately penetrated my chest. Not only my lungs, but all my internal organs felt extremely comfortable. At the same time, it was also because the work was completed smoothly. I hadn't felt so comfortable since I became a magician.

“Very good tea.”

"Thanks for the compliment."

"Priest Amakusa, don't you want to drink?"

"No, although I am good at making tea, I am not used to drinking black tea."

He smiled helplessly and poured boiled water into his cup. Is this how Japanese people are? The magicians thought in their hazy minds.

But if they were familiar with the culture of the island nation, these arrogant magicians would know how the people of that island nation at that time were full of loyalty and betrayal, and how they were smiling but hiding daggers.

The poison that belongs to the empress has been deeply rooted in every black tea that is handed out, and in every conversation and laughter.

And now, it’s time to bear fruit.

"Ah, yes, yes, I just remembered. I still need you to hand over the Command Seals in your hands."

"Command Spell? Why?"

The Command Seals are very important things that must be mastered firmly in order to achieve victory in the war.

"Hey, everyone, isn't the Holy Grail War over?"

Come to think of it, it is indeed so.”

That’s true.”