I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

Just like playing RPG games, Joan had to talk to François Prelati first, but Shirou said, "Don't talk nonsense, use Command Seals!"

Joan froze for a moment, then nodded.

She looked at François Prelati's back with a solemn expression, and said, "Use the command spell to command Francois Prelati to commit suicide!"

However, nothing happened.

"What happened?" Joan of Arc couldn't help being taken aback.

She could clearly feel that the Command Seal carried by the Ruler class had already taken effect.

but……

It has no effect at all!

How could this be?

"What a pity, Joan of Arc. In the presence of the great Lord, the Command Seal has lost its effect!" Francois Prelati turned his back to them, spread his hands, and said, "Raise your heads and take a good look , to witness the true face of the great Lord!"

As François Prelati's voice falls, the darkness is lifted from here.

Showed his true face.

Huge, impossibly large, earth-green stone constructions, dizzyingly tall monolithic carvings, magnificent stone statues and ornate reliefs, and an indescribably nauseating string of bizarre runes.The whole city looked extremely distorted and perverted.

But this--

Not the point.

"That, that is..." Joan of Arc was stunned.

No.

It should be said that he was completely stupid.

It was a sleeping, gigantic monster like a mountain.

The image of this gigantic monster is roughly octopus, bat and human.

He is green all over, and his body is extremely huge, like a giant god floating in this city.Its soft head has countless tentacles, its body is fat and has scales, its forelimbs have limp claw-like objects, and its back has a pair of tattered wings that seem to have no shape.

The giant was asleep, eyes closed.

Like falling into an eternal sleep.

But seeing the true face of this giant god, Joan really felt that she was going crazy.

It seemed that there was an indescribable fear depriving her of her firm will.

"Lord, Lord."

Joan murmured the name of the Lord in a low voice, and it seemed to have strange power to drive away the indescribable resistance.

His demeanor gradually became normal.

Matthew looked up too.

As a result, at the moment before she was about to witness, a hand reached out even faster and covered her eyes.

Shirou said, "Don't read it."

Matthew froze for a moment, then nodded obediently, and said, "I see, Mr. Fujimaru."

Although Mash doesn't understand Shirou's meaning, she also knows that she is just a novice and can't provide much help. She can only try to make herself less cumbersome.

"Did you see, Joan?" François Prelati opened his hands with his back to them, and laughed loudly: "This is the true face of the Lord! The Lord——, really exists! And Where is your hypocritical god..."

Joan listened with a serious face, ready to refute at any time, but before François Prelati finished speaking, Shirou showed the Holy Lance Rungomignard, and fired a light cannon at him .

His body was swallowed by the light of the stars.

Joan was stunned, and turned her head to look at Shirou who was covering Mash's eyes while blowing on the smoking Holy Lance Rungomignard.

Shirou looked at the stunned Joan of Arc, put down the holy spear Rungomigniad that had been turned into powder, and said helplessly, "Why do you have to listen to him talking nonsense?"

"That's right." Joan nodded blankly.

She felt that the Eternal King was a little different from what she had imagined.

The Eternal King she imagined was so holy and wise that she yearned for it.

And the Eternal King in front of him...

Sure enough, she is still so intelligent, which makes her look forward to it.

Does longing need a reason?

Of course, no need.

I don't know why, but at this moment, I realized that Leticia, who was thinking of Joan, despised Joan a little.

This kind of person, in modern times.

It should be called brain powder.

And this time-

"It's despicable...!"