In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

She could hardly believe it.

Then, clutching her stomach, she burst into maniacal laughter: "Haha! Aa ...

"He's asking me, asking me, the evil witch he once tied up, mocked, and burned at the stake, to spare his life!"

The dark-skinned saint laughed so hard she almost fell over, while Gilles de Rais looked at Joan of Arc and Bishop Pierre with a satisfied smile.

"So humiliating! So incredibly humiliating!"

"The bishop who murdered me like an ant and taught me with hypocritical kindness is now begging me for mercy!"

"You are truly a disgrace among believers."

Joan of Arc leaned close to Bishop Pierre's face: "You are the heretic."

"Hahahaha! How tragic! How tragic! I'm laughing so hard I'm going crazy!"

Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground, his fat trembling, and cried out for mercy.

"Oh, right, Your Excellency, since you are now a heretic, I don't need to say more about how heretics should be dealt with, do I?"

Joan of Arc smiled, and flames suddenly appeared around Bishop Pierre.

"No...no...please...ah!!!!"

The girl's soft laughter mingled with her screams, creating a melodious and pleasant sound.

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Chapter 229 Encounter with the French Army

Three people were standing on the grass.

"Senior, it seems the spirit transfer was very successful!" Mashu said happily to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed at Mashu's feet with a puzzled look.

"Fu-Fu." The little white beast let out a joyful cry.

Lawrence quietly sensed the magic in the air, then suddenly looked up sharply.

Above the sky, a massive aggregate of magical energy floated.

"Hello, this is Chaldea, can you hear me? Please respond if you can." Dr. Roman's slightly urgent voice came from the screen.

"Ah, it's Chaldea's communication, it's connected." Mash had already taken the large black shield in her hand.

"Gentlemen, it's great news that Chaldea's communication link has been established, but now, please look up." Lawrence's voice was solemn.

"Huh?" Everyone, including Roman, looked up at the sky.

"What—what is that?!"

“I’m searching—” Roman’s voice was filled with tension.

Encountering this situation right after entering the singularity is terrible!

"The mass and area of ​​magic—are already approaching the North American continent?" Roman relayed the search results to the others.

"Tsk, the quality of this magic condensation is impressive." Lawrence frowned.

"Maybe that's the reason why singularities are formed." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the condensed magical energy in the sky, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"...Let's assume that's the case, Lawrence, what's your opinion?" Dr. Roman asked.

"The magical knowledge granted to me by the Throne of Heroes correction is insufficient for me to understand the existence of that thing, but I am certain—it is dangerous, but it must be investigated." Lawrence conjured a gem, holding it in his hand and playing with it. "Mash, what time is it in the current timeline reality?"

"Ah, Miss Lawrence, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be June 1431 now."

"I think this era was during the Anglo-French Wars," Lawrence murmured to himself.

"Yes, Britain and France were engaged in intermittent wars during that era." Mashu had learned a great deal.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, Miss Kyrielight, what happened to you?" Lawrence touched Mash's leather armor, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

In fact, it wasn't just the leather armor; the large black shield was even more suspicious.

It's very much like Britain's own...

"Ah, my words..." Mashu was stunned by the question and stammered, not knowing how to answer.

"Let's stop this small talk for now. My radar shows someone heading in your direction," Dr. Roman's voice came through the screen, reminding everyone.

A column of soldiers dressed in French uniforms marched in from the other side of the horizon.

"Master, you make the decision."

Chaldea's communications have been cut off, and Lawrence looks at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered for a moment, then glanced at Mash and Lawrence.

Ultimately, she decided to trust her followers: "Let's try to make contact with them, just in case, and be prepared to become enemies at any time."

The group approached the French troops, whose commander looked at them warily: "Who are you?"

Mashu softened her tone and asked, "Hello, sir, I'd like to inquire about..."

The French commander, somewhat angry and frightened, said, "These people speak English, attack!"

Mashu was instantly stunned.

"Master, stand behind Mash!" Several gems instantly materialized around Lawrence, who frowned. "While I am weak in battles against Servants, I am confident I can handle ordinary people!"

"Miss Kyrielight!"

"Yes!"

"Protect Master!"

The colorful gems surrounding Lawrence flew off in all directions.

"Damn it! What kind of witchcraft is this?" the French commander shouted.

Lawrence smiled. "This isn't witchcraft; it's just some little tricks." She said this in French.

Gems flew everywhere, and the French soldiers couldn't get close to Lawrence at all.

“I think there’s some misunderstanding between us,” Lawrence continued in French.

However, the French officers did not say another word to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others. After realizing that they could not defeat the enemy, they scattered and fled.

"Tsk." Lawrence said with some regret.

I couldn't get any information and I didn't dare to kill anyone. It was a really tough feeling.

"Master, please give your instructions." The scattered gems were almost blinding, and one by one they turned into magic and dissipated.

"Let's try to find a city in the direction the French army just fled," Fujimaru Ritsuka said without hesitation.

The French army's escape was inevitable from the moment Matthew greeted them in English; she had to consider what would happen next.

The reason for not killing was to show the other side that we had no ill intentions, but now it seems that it has no effect.

Even Mash used the shield back attack technique that Anno taught her when she was in Fuyuki during the battle.

Mashu nodded: "Then, begin tracking the French cities, prioritizing confirming our current location."

Lawrence smiled.

She snapped her fingers.

A necklace adorned with transparent gemstones appeared around the necks of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu.

"Ugh?"

Lawrence himself had one around his neck.

"This is my magic trick, 'Artistic Examination,' let's get going."

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka took two steps.

"Senior, do you feel like you've lost a little weight?"

"It seems so, it really is!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was pleasantly surprised.

"Don't think too much, you two little girls." Lawrence patted Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka's heads with a smile on his lips.

She wasn't short; she was at least a bit taller than the two little girls.

"This magic trick will only slightly increase your strength and speed; it's a trivial little trick. As for your weight, you'd better go and lose weight on your own."

“I’m not fat, Miss Lawrence…” Fujimaru Ritsuka chuckled awkwardly twice.

She's not fat, but she's always wanted to lose weight, and she just can't seem to reduce her food intake...

The three of them set off on the road.

......

"You stinky fire-breathing lizard, when are we ever going to find anyone...?"

In the forest, three female servants walked around with their tongues sticking out.

"I don't know either, it's so hot..." another girl in a blue dress replied to the girl with two horns on her head.

“Vampire, aren’t you hot?” she asked the third girl.

It's June now, and the forest is still very hot and humid.

"My blood is cold, it won't get hot," the pale-skinned girl in a black dress replied cheerfully.

"Ahhh, I'm a little envious no matter how you look at it..." the other two wailed.

"When will we find someone, and someone alive?"

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Chapter 230 Intelligence Investigation

Fujimaru Ritsuka and his two companions followed the direction the French army had fled and finally found the city.

But what came into view was not a sturdy city wall, but rather ruins that looked as if they had been ravaged by something.

The entire outer city wall was dilapidated, with many gaps that looked like they had been torn by the claws of wild beasts.