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

Roman nodded: "Yes, Bindo De Leon, one of the Knights of the Round Table, though he is not a very famous one."

"However, all the descriptions of him indicate that Bindu is not weak, and is especially strong in speed, which I believe you have already witnessed."

Everyone remained silent.

That level of speed...

Even as a rider known for her stamina, Mary wasn't confident she could keep up with Bindo's speed.

It can accelerate to the point of leaving afterimages in less than a second, making it a challenge for everyone.

“In legends, Bindu’s speed was even comparable to the arrows shot by the powerful archer Tristan.” Dr. Roman put down the documents in his hand and sighed. “I’m not saying this to make you lose confidence in fighting him, but to find a way to defeat him.”

“I understand, and I have my own ideas.” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked very confident.

“…That’s good.” Roman was somewhat surprised but also somewhat expected. “By the way, you’re almost at the location of the spiritual vein.”

"Ah."

The group is now in a jungle.

“Miss Mary, Miss Jeanne, Miss Lawrence, we can take a break now.” The group had been walking almost all day, and Mashu was very happy to be able to rest for a while and find a spiritual vein.

However, she was still thinking about the conversation she had just had.

Bindo de Leon...

Not just Bindo, but also Mr. Anno, Miss Mordred, whom I met in Fuyuki City, and even King Arthur in black.

She felt familiar with everything, yet she had a urge to deliberately avoid it.

A thought crossed her mind: "I promised my grandfather I would help you more."

"So, little girl, wait a moment... now is not the time to take everything from me..."

"Although this power belongs to me, it can become your power."

"However, this process may be very, very long, and it will be full of all sorts of hardships."

"...Only the power that you have obtained yourself can be used to its fullest potential."

"So, now is not the time to acknowledge everyone..."

"I can sense that you will eventually become me, and you will eventually not be me."

“You are Mash Kyrielight, the Servant who uses my power, the Heroic Spirit Galahad.”

"Your future will be more exciting than mine. When you are ready to handle everything, I can leave in peace."

The white-haired knight stood within Mashu's mental space, smiling and talking to himself.

Now, it can be said that only Mash is unaware of her own identity; the others, Lawrence and Roman, know which Heroic Spirit Mash inherited.

I know, but I won't say. There's a lot going on here.

The most important thing is actually to allow Mash to grow more steadily.

Galahad's spirit origin belongs to Galahad, and what Mash is doing now is turning Galahad's spirit origin into her own.

The idea of ​​giving ordinary people the power of Servants, and forcibly stitching Servants and homunculus together, is the Sub-Servant Project—a project that is almost impossible to complete.

Servants are almost all people who can leave their mark on human history, so how could they possibly assist the Mage's Association in carrying out such an extremely inhumane experiment?

Ultimately, the most likely outcome is a lose-lose situation.

Of course, there are magicians who can withstand the mental damage from Servants, but why would a magician personally engage in such a thankless and arduous experiment?

Therefore, this is a cruel and inhumane experiment on both androids and Servants, and it is resisted by all Servants, regardless of the good or evil of the Servants in their previous lives.

"Ah, women who think quickly are very charming! Let me guess, you must be quite popular!" Mary was exchanging compliments with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, a young girl, blushed and lowered her head as she was praised in this way by the famous Queen of France.

“Miss Mary, may I say something?” Mashu interjected.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was so excited talking to myself, it's embarrassing." Mashu covered her mouth and chuckled. "Please continue, Miss Kyrielight, who is equally beautiful."

Mashu blushed, remembering the kiss Mary had given her yesterday: "Um... the monsters have already gathered here."

The group is now in a spiritual vein, where demons abound.

“Then, let’s prioritize expelling the monsters.” Fujimaru Ritsuka’s demeanor instantly regained its sharp edge.

Everyone was eager to get started.

Can't beat Bindu, but can't beat monsters?

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Chapter 246 Tarask Attack

"What should we do next?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin, pondering. "Although our ultimate goal is definitely to go to Orleans and confront that black Jeanne d'Arc, we'll probably encounter many obstacles if we go directly to Orleans."

“That’s right.” Lawrence nodded. “The enemy has far more Servants than us, and many of them are skilled in direct combat.”

"Besides that, there are also many zombie-like human corpses and wyverns. Although they are weak, their numbers are huge, which is also a problem." Although Joan of Arc was determined, she also felt very depressed.

"Oh, Saintess, please don't be discouraged, there will definitely be a way," Mary comforted her with a smile.

"Your Majesty...please don't call me that. I know perfectly well that I am not some saint." Joan of Arc forced a smile, managing to muster some emotion.

She is an optimist by nature and is good at adjusting her emotions.

"In my life, I was just waving the flag for what I believed in, but in the end, it was the flag that stained my hands with blood."

Joan of Arc was more of a general than a saint during her lifetime.

And a general must inevitably carry the scent of blood.

“However,” Joan of Arc smiled serenely, “I do not regret any of this. I cannot consider myself a saint, but I can accept the title of Miracle of Orléans.”

"I will never regret anything—everything I have, my life, including the impeachment I suffered at the end of my life and the burning at the stake."

"However, France has paid too much blood for this belief."

"I'm just a country girl, a country girl who believes in her dreams, but..."

"Until I died, I never seriously imagined how many lives would have to be sacrificed for this dream."

Joan of Arc gazed at the treetops and spoke quietly.

"The saintess is merely my consequence."

"And this result is inappropriate."

"After all, I'm just an ordinary girl born in the countryside." Joan of Arc scratched her face and forced a smile.

Amadeus nodded: "Hmm! It's quite novel to hear such words from the Saintess herself! But to be honest, a saint like that in this world is absolutely impossible!"

Joan of Arc shook her head: "I don't know, but at least I'm not."

Mary was a little confused: "Then...you're not a saint, but just Joan of Arc..."

Everyone looked at the beautiful and lively queen.

"Then I'm not the queen, just Mary!"

As they talked, a group of monsters gathered again.

"So stop chatting so leisurely!" Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a stiff smile, wondering when the topic had veered off course. "Let's defeat the monsters and quickly discuss our next strategy!"

......

In the wilderness, there are only ruins and broken walls besides weeds.

Two figures raced across the desolate wilderness.

One is on foot, the other is a giant creature that is ridden.

Bindo returned to Orleans and, while receiving treatment for his injuries, reported on everything that had happened in Lyon.

Jeanne Alter understood the fighting strength of this side, so she dispatched another Berserker Servant.

It wasn't to get rid of the Chaldea group, but simply to keep them there.

Then, meet that pure, innocent version of yourself.

The scene will definitely be very interesting, right?

......

Because it is located within a spiritual vein, this place attracts many demonic creatures.

After clearing out several waves of monsters, Lawrence simply set up a magic array on the spot.

Lawrence's magical power has not yet recovered, so he will not be able to unleash his Noble Phantasm in the short term and will have to use his magical power in other ways.

"It's a follower's reaction!" Roman's small screen suddenly appeared, loudly reminding him.

The group that was resting suddenly jumped up, while Marie Antoinette and Mashu, who were holding a simple women's meeting on the other side, quickly got into battle mode.

Camilla silently summoned her Iron Maiden.

"Two Servants reacted. One of them is Bindu's Spirit Origin reaction, and the other—no, he's too fast, he's already close to you!"

The trees were flattened, birds and beasts took flight in fright, and two riders descended before the crowd with an immense sense of oppression.

“That is—” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the scene before her, her heart seemingly stopping for a second.

Huge creatures with heads resembling lions looked down at the crowd with merciless eyes.

Atop the creature stood a purple-haired woman, equally expressionless.

On the ground to the side, Bindo De Leon, whom they had already made contact with, had drawn his longsword.

"This image—" Roman's mind and the instruments were rapidly searching for the other rider's mount.

“Tarask! I remember seeing this document when I was investigating reliefs before I died.” Lawrence recalled the creature's name, “The son of Leviathan, a monster that looks like a turtle, which means—”

"Without a doubt, that's a dragon!"

"In that case, the woman's real name is easy to understand." Roman received the information and immediately remembered, "That servant is a saintess, the saintess who persuaded the dragon."

"Martha!"

Everything happened very quickly.