"That would certainly solve the problem here...but it wouldn't solve the root of the problem."

Altria watched the black figure riding the dragon, gradually moving away. Her eyes revealed the pity that one must have shown after learning the truth.

"She deserves to be saved, too."

"We have to find a way... to free her from this abyss of hatred."

Chapter 77: Iron Fist Saint Martha

Artoria believes that Black Jeanne must be redeemed.

There is no doubt that this is because her "heart of glory" is stirring again.

As a knight with a noble spirit, she particularly hated the plot of "heroes falling into villains" - especially after learning about Joan of Arc's deeds and how she was betrayed by those shameful traitors.

"If even worldly justice cannot redress her injustice, then her revenge becomes noble."

This is how Altria commented on Black Jeanne's behavior.

Even though Shirataki had already told her that the Black Jeanne was actually a fake, a magician who had distorted the sacred existence with his wishes - but, did it matter?

"It's not what she thinks that matters."

“It’s about how the world sees it.”

Altria's voice became very serious.

Burning alive a hero who saved the country in the form of a "heresy trial" - to be honest, Artoria really wanted to crack open the current King of England's skull to see what was inside.

Did he think that this approach would inspire his own troops and weaken the enemy's confidence?

What a joke!

"No matter whether she is a saint or not."

"After she was betrayed by a traitor and burned alive by the enemy."

“This era, and all the people who lived in it – whether they were British or French.

"They have all been nailed to history's pillar of shame!"

……

Altria and Shirataki left the town called [Orleans].

Black Jeanne d'Arc assigned tasks to each of their heroes, assigning one city to each, intending to quickly destroy the country in this way.

The city that Altria and Shirataki were assigned to was [Lyon] - an ancient city where tribes had settled since the 6th century BC. During its heyday, the population once exceeded 200,000.

"So, what are you going to do with those civilians?"

"I have not decided yet……"

Shirataki and Altria walked towards the bustling city, undoubtedly to delay time.

And the interesting thing is, they are not the only ones who think this way.

"Hey, you're Saber, right?"

"From the look of you... you don't seem to be affected by this madness?"

Suddenly, a clear and hearty voice sounded from behind them.

She was a purple-haired woman holding a cross and a long staff, wearing a white monk's robe.

There was a faint black aura of madness swirling around her, but at the same time, her eyes were exceptionally bright, and she didn't look like she was affected by the frenzy at all.

"You can't say that... Actually, it did have an impact, but I just suppressed it forcefully."

"Ah, excuse me, my name is Martha, and I came to this world as a Rider."

"I'm glad to see you haven't been affected by that madness either."

……

【Iron Fist Saint】Marda.

One of the Messiah's companions, he entertained the Savior with his brothers and sisters and gained faith under the Savior's guidance.

After the Messiah ascended to heaven, she did not give up her faith. Instead, she wandered all the way to Europe and subdued a dragon named Tarasque in a town in southern France.

It is said that when she subdued the dragon, she recited the Lord's teachings while using her fists to let the dragon feel the Lord's power. It is unknown what kind of power subdued it, but in the end, this dragon, which looked like a six-legged turtle, became Martha's mount.

This is also the reason why she was able to be summoned to the human world with the job of [Rider].

"Is this your dragon?"

"so cute!"

Marda looked at the white dragon standing next to Altria - it was only about three or four meters long now, with a large white head that was particularly eye-catching.

This dragon was also the main reason why Marda noticed Altria.

As Dragon Riders, it is of course normal for them to be attracted to each other.

After careful observation, Marda discovered that this heroic spirit, who was completely covered in white metal armor, did not seem to be affected by the madness. She became even more excited and happy.

"Well, as expected of a heroic spirit who can control a dragon, you're different!"

"By the way, what do you think of that little guy?"

"Having lost his mind due to righteous revenge, he must be redeemed to prove God's love? That's right, absolutely right, that's it!"

On the issue of Black Jeanne d'Arc, Marda quickly reached a consensus with Altria.

In fact, Martha's sympathy for Black Jeanne was even stronger than that of Artoria.

"If He were here, He would surely reach out and pour the fragrant oil on her head, right?"

"She truly is the most outstanding child. Even when burned to death, she didn't give up her faith... Never mind. Let's not think about that anymore. Let's think about how to save that child and how to handle the mission she assigned to us."

Martha's face also showed a look of distress.

Obviously, she also encountered the same problem as Artoria - whether it was a saint or a knight, they could not attack ordinary people, let alone bring disaster to the world.

"If only someone could stop us."

Martha suddenly said.

Can anyone stop them? Perhaps.

According to Martha's understanding of the "Holy Grail", when a world-destroying disaster occurs, the Holy Grail will exchange the same miracle - this land will also summon the corresponding heroic spirits to save this era.

But... is it really reliable to place our hopes on those unknown heroic spirits?

"Wait, stop us?"

"Hmm...I suddenly thought of a way."

Altria pondered for a moment.

Then, this idea king from Britain, his eyes began to light up as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Do you know who I am?"

She looked at Marda and asked suddenly.

"I do not know."

Marda shook her head in confusion. She looked at the Heroic Spirit in front of her, who was completely wrapped in armor, with a bewildered expression.

And this is exactly the effect that Altria wants.

"do not know?"

It’s right not to know!

No one knows who is hidden in this armor.

Then she could be...anyone!

Chapter 78 The King and the Hero

Altria came up with a good idea of ​​"swapping roles".

But this idea was definitely not her original one.

The Knights of the Round Table under her command like to wear each other's vests, or create a new vest to challenge powerful enemies.

——The most famous example is Gareth. At that time, because she had a ring that could transform, she suddenly had the idea of ​​concealing her identity and fighting with Gawain... and then was beaten bloody by Gawain for two hours.

"Ah, there's nothing we can do about it."

"After all, we are too famous on this island. If we don't change our identities, no one will be willing to fight us."

It turns out that these Knights of the Round Table only possess noble character, but that doesn't mean they don't know how to adapt.

The same is true for the king.

It's not enough to govern a country with just general principles. To be an excellent king, one must have excellent vision and the right methods. And the ability to quickly formulate strategies in complex situations.

"Okay, it's decided!"

"We will build an absolute defense circle with Lyon City as the center to resist those dragons and monsters!"

Artoria quickly formulated a strategy.

Her decisiveness amazed even the Saint Martha—regardless of whether her strategy was right or not, at least she had come up with a solution.

And in this country that is about to be destroyed, as long as someone comes up with a solution, it is a good thing!

"However, I still need your cooperation in this performance."

Altria said to Marda, but her eyes were always on Shirataki.

——She asked Shirataki to cooperate with Martha in destroying buildings and creating terror, while also trying to avoid casualties as much as possible and to "escape" at the critical moment.

"Yeah, I understand."

"Isn't it just about creating a god?"

Looking at Altria's expectant eyes, Shirataki nodded slightly.

It was that "Chosen King Saves the World" drama again - he was already very familiar with it.

But then again.

"This woman... is really annoying."

Shirataki turned around and looked at Marda, who looked expectant.

He sensed an aura that he hated very much from this Iron Fist Saint, who was apparently quite good-looking.

【Ride the dragon】.

Because she once tamed the French Dragon, this saint gained A+ riding ability, allowing her to control real dragons.

But Shirataki is not a [Dragon Seed].

He is a [True Dragon].

As a true dragon, he naturally hates these dragon tamers - and he hates the dragon species controlled by the dragon tamers even more.

"I'll try my best to cooperate with her."

"But I won't carry her on my back."

Bai Long hummed, spread his wings first, and flew into the sky.

"Eh?"

"Why?!!"

Martha was a little surprised and disappointed.

——Damn, I thought I would have a chance to ride this cute white dragon!

……

Lyon, France.

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