The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

"——But unfortunately, this is not the Holy Grail responding to your expectations."

Just when Gilles de Ray was about to say something, such as "warm the wine and kill the aho-god", Lin Qiao's voice came from not far away.

"If I must say, I used the backdoor program in the Holy Grail and then used the appropriate holy relics to perform an illegal summoning, which is how I summoned Jeanne d'Arc."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand, revealing an arm full of Command Seals.

"Oh, I see. Thank you so much, you are also a magician of Caster class."

However, Lancer and Saber on the side frowned at the same time.

"How is that possible? You are obviously a Servant, it is impossible to summon..."

"Is it impossible? Don't forget, I am also a magician, and with the backup plan left by the Matou family, this level of cheating is simply child's play."

Lin Qiao explained to everyone present, then looked at Gilles de Ray.

“But having said that, since I have almost no magic power, even if I have snatched a large number of Command Seals from the Church, I can only let them exist for a short period of time... Do you understand what I mean? Gilles de Ray?”

Lin Qiao's meaningful look made Gilles de Rey feel as if he had met a relative.

magic?

I do, and I happen to be a Caster, isn’t that a coincidence?

“Of course, of course. Next, please hand Jeanne d’Arc over to me. In exchange, I, Gilles de Res, will become your most loyal ally in the Holy Grail War!”

"Please don't worry about my betrayal, because my wish has been fulfilled!"

The more he talked, the more excited this fallen French marshal became, while Artoria and Diarmuid on the side felt the situation was difficult.

One is a murderer who can summon an army of sea monsters, and the other is a cheater with the power of time manipulation.

If these two guys really join forces, it will probably cause extraordinary trouble.

but......

"Don't you understand at all?"

Lin Qiao spread his hands and continued, "Precisely because her existence is limited, we must maximize the use of this saint."

"Compared to the Holy Grail, what I want to see now is your painful howling, Gilles de Ray."

"so--"

With a joyful smile on his face, the Command Seal on the back of Lin Qiao's hand emitted a red light, and his tone changed from being gentle to becoming cruel.

"Give the order in the name of the First Command Spell to seal your consciousness, Jeanne."

"!"

At the moment when the words fell, under Gilles de Re's bloodshot gaze, a flash of astonishment flashed across the face of the saint in front of him, and then she lost her life...

Like a puppet without a soul.

"Damn magician! How dare you! How dare you do this to Jeanne! It's unforgivable!"

"Tear him apart! My demon army!"

He gave the order in a completely out-of-tune voice.

In an instant, the surrounding sea monsters rioted, and hundreds of sea monsters with wriggling tentacles, like mutated starfish, pounced towards Lin Qiao.

But the latter had no idea of ​​dodging or counterattacking.

“——I order in the name of the Second Command Spell that if Gilles de Rey harms me by any means, he will commit suicide immediately!”

"!"

This guy...!

After realizing how vicious Lin Qiao's order was, Gilles de Ray was filled with anger and sadness.

What made him feel even more chilled was that, along with the sound of swords being drawn, Joan of Arc, whose eyes had lost their luster, had already drawn the sword from her waist.

He placed the sword of Saint Catherine, which he had never used in his lifetime, on his neck.

The sword blade, flashing with a cold light, only needs a slight force to cut the girl's delicate skin, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.

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Chapter 580: Despair is a novelty

"Stop! Stop right there!"

Without caring about anything else, he immediately kept all the sea monsters away from Lin Qiao.

Gilles de Ray even tore apart a sea monster that was about to attack him.

He was afraid that the bad man in front of him would be hurt, which would cause the saint who finally appeared before him to commit suicide.

——This existence made him feel more indignant than that British bastard.

"Hahaha, how is it, Gilles de Rey, how do you feel? The saint you've been pursuing for a long time is right in front of you, but you can only watch her being controlled by me. Even committing suicide is a matter of my imagination. How do you feel now?"

"You despicable bastard..."

"Oh, by the way, psychological damage counts as damage."

"..."

So Gilles de Rais, in extreme anger, chose to keep silent.

He bit his lower lip and endured it, a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the ground.

But even so, Lin Qiao had no intention of stopping.

"And to make up for the shock I just had, I'll punish you a little bit..."

With a cruel smile on his face, another Command Seal glowed on the back of his hand.

"In the name of the Third Command Spell, Jeanne, cut off your left hand."

"Left hand? Left hand! No! No...!"

puff!

Before Gilles de Rey could shout out, the sound of a sword cutting flesh rang in his ears... The next second, something fell to the ground and the sound of water dripping was heard.

"Ah...ah..."

At this moment, the murderer who had killed countless people and regarded it as an art completely lost the ability to speak.

Even though he had killed countless people in his life, he couldn't even muster the courage to turn around and look at the girl next to him.

"Turn around, Gilles de Rey, or I won't know what order I will issue for the next Command Seal. After all, I don't lack this thing."

Lin Qiao's joyful and cruel voice rang out, forcing Gilles de Ray to bite the bullet and turn his head to look at the saint on the other side.

“Ugh…Aaaaaah!”

At the first sight, the fallen killer was on the verge of collapse, and the sharp nails on his hands left deep blood marks on his face.

And where his eyes could see, Joan of Arc was standing there with an expression like a puppet...but her left arm had fallen to the ground, and the dripping blood had gathered into a small pool on the soil.

Even though this scene was far from the "art" he and Ryunosuke had created, for Gilles de Rais, this moment was like hell.

“Kill me…”

"Anyway, your only target is my life, so just kill me and let Jeanne go!"

He begged in an almost choking voice.

Perhaps it was because he witnessed a scene that was enough to cause him to have a mental breakdown, but as negatives add up to positives, he, who was mentally polluted, actually regained some of his sanity.

And his words also piqued Lin Qiao's interest a little.

"Well, now that you've said that, then..."

"Kill him, Jeanne."

He gave Jeanne an order in a rather casual tone.

The latter mechanically picked up the musket on the ground and walked towards Gilles de Ray step by step.

puff!

The silver-white tip of the gun pierced into the chest, and blood flowed down the wide black robe.

However, the latter did not resist at all...he even opened his arms with a smile on his face.

Perhaps for this once glorious but ultimately corrupt French marshal, being able to exchange his own life for that of another was the happiest thing of all.

"But it's a bit too boring just like this."

"After all, there is a certain freshness to despair."

With brisk steps, Lin Qiao walked in front of Gilles de Ray.

Gilles de Rey, whose chest was pierced, could only suppress the anger in his heart as he looked at the face with a happy smile that made him feel disgusted.

But Lin Qiao didn't care about his murderous gaze.

"Hey, Gilles de Res, did you know that according to the historical research of the Clock Tower Archaeology Department, you had five chances to save Joan of Arc before she was burned at the stake?"

"Yes, that's five chances. In other words, as long as you succeed in one of them, you can save the girl from suffering."

"But why was Joan of Arc finally burned at the stake?"

The words came out of Lin Qiao's mouth slowly, like a slow torture.

"Is it because you don't want to? Or has your slogan of giving everything to the Saint been just a slogan from the beginning?"

"Or maybe you just want to use the title of the Festival Saint as an excuse to kill people... That makes a lot more sense, otherwise you wouldn't just stand by and watch."

"So the truth is, you wanted Joan of Arc to die from the beginning?"

As the last words were spoken with a chuckle, Gilles de Ray felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his head...

But it’s different from some novels where the protagonist just talks and makes the other person doubt his life.

Gilles de Rais did not doubt himself at this moment, and all he felt was an unprecedented rage.

"You are a liar and a villain!"

"Joan of Arc is everything to me! I am willing to give everything to that saint! How can I allow you to talk nonsense!"

Blood foam spewed out of his mouth and bloody tears flowed from his bulging eyeballs. Gilles de Ray roared with a distorted face.

As he was yelling and waving his hands, looking like he wanted to strangle Lin Qiao to death, the tip of the gun that penetrated his body almost pierced him through.

'Just... a liar?'

Lin Qiao narrowed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Well, it is undeniable that the above information was all fabricated by him.

Five chances to save Joan of Arc?

Not to mention the opposing marshal, even he himself didn't know the answer to this question.

But it can definitely be used to mess with people's mentality, not to mention that Gilles de Ray's mental state is not normal.

"Instead of blaming me, why don't you ask Jeanne's opinion?"

"——In the name of the Fourth Command Spell, Jeanne, show your true self."

With a flick of his finger, the spurting blood foam returned to Gilles de Ray's face.

At the same time, Gilles de Rey, who was reminded by Lin Qiao, seemed to wake up from a dream. He looked at the saint who pierced his chest with the flagpole in a pleading manner and defended himself.

"Joan of Arc, Saint! Please believe in my loyalty to you! Do not be deceived by that despicable villain...!"

As he became more and more excited, blood foam kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth. At the same time, as his vitality was lost, light particles gradually emitted from his body.

only--

"Jill..."

A deep voice came out of the saint's mouth, interrupting Gilles de Rey who was still trying to refute.

But the tone and expression were completely inconsistent with the image in his memory...full of resentment, sadness and disappointment.

"Why......"