Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

But just as she was about to make a move, Jeanne discovered that her limbs were completely chained to the bed, making it impossible for her to move. When she tried to use her magic, she found that she could not use any magic at all, and was just like an ordinary human girl.

My gaze fell upon the jewelry on my wrist, which was continuously providing me with abundant magic.

But it only passed through her circulation, and eventually even carried her sealed power, which was then used in her lower abdomen.

Joan of Arc raises her head.

With the blessing of the magic power that kept pouring into her body, her lower abdomen was already swollen like that of a five-month pregnant woman, and it was still rising in a subtle arc.

Presumably, the life within my womb will arrive in less than a day.

"no!"

Joan of Arc struggled again.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free of the chains. She even tried to abandon the war and return to Valhalla, but then Joan of Arc discovered that her soul was also sealed, and she could not even leave the battlefield!

"How could this be?"

Joan of Arc eventually collapsed weakly onto the bed, her face filled with uncontrollable despair.

I failed.

What truly tormented her, more than the failure itself, was that she had dragged Leticia, an innocent girl, into this mess, and now she herself had become the mother of the Sixth Beast, an accomplice in the destruction of the world!

"Can we talk now?" Lin Jiu'an's voice suddenly sounded in her abdomen.

"We have nothing to talk about." These words were about to come out of Joan of Arc's mouth. She really didn't trust this beast that had bewitched so many female heroes, but the words just wouldn't come out.

In this situation, I'm already at their mercy. What difference does it make whether I talk or not?

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You allowed me to descend, devour, and corrupt you, so I will spare your and Leticia's lives."

"impossible!"

Do you think you have any other options right now?

Lin Jiu'an retorted, "Now I'm giving you a chance. Even if I don't talk to you, you've already failed. I can still devour you no matter what."

Joan of Arc was speechless. Indeed, as the other party said, unless the Lord suddenly sends another Servant, and judging from the lineup, it must be a Grand-rank Servant, there is no way to stop all of this.

"If that's the case, why are you talking to me?"

Lin Jiu'an would never say things like, "I want to collect the complete Type-Moon character list, and you and Leticia are among them. I also want to get my revenge on you for what you did to me earlier."

"As I said at the beginning, you and I are not enemies, and I have no interest in destroying the world. Our initial hostility was a misunderstanding."

Lin Jiu'an half-jokingly said, "I even think we should have a common enemy."

Regardless of whether it is true or not, and regardless of whether Joan of Arc's arrival is to deal with him, as long as she lets her mind be corrupted by him, Lin Jiu'an is confident that he can completely corrupt her.

Joan of Arc began to believe it.

There was indeed no reason for the other party to lie to her now, but then Jeanne still asked in return: "Common enemy? What enemy is there that you, a beast, and all the female heroic spirits you have corrupted, cannot defeat?"

Lin Jiu'an was speechless; he really couldn't think of anything.

It couldn't possibly be his colleagues, the beasts of original sin, coming to cause him trouble, could it?

"Maybe?"

"Stop talking. I lost this time, but I will never give in to you."

Joan of Arc closed her eyes, just as she had when she was burned alive on the stake, without a trace of fear of death.

"What about Leticia?"

Joan of Arc's heart skipped a beat.

Yes.

Laetitia.

Besides the guilt of failing to complete the Lord's mission and destroy the evil beast, she felt even more guilty towards herself, the innocent girl she had possessed.

"she…"

Just as Joan of Arc was about to retort, she heard Leticia's pitiful voice, trembling with sobs, echo in her mind: "Your Majesty, I... I don't want to die."

Leticia's sobbing, filled with the fear of death, made Joan of Arc's heart tremble more than any of Lin Jiu'an's words. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"Can't you trust me just this once?"

Lin Jiu'an continued, "Since things have already come to this, will it have any impact on the outcome if you give in? Whether you believe I won't destroy the world or not, you at least have to believe that I won't hurt Leticia if you agree, right?"

"Lord Saint!"

Lin Jiu'an's words were followed by Leticia's tearful and pleading wail, which rendered Joan of Arc, who had just been able to argue with Lin Jiu'an, speechless.

"me…"

"Even if we take a step back, you're practically my mother now. At worst, you can keep an eye on me. I can't possibly harm you, can I?"

For some reason, Joan of Arc felt a strange sensation when Lin Jiu'an called her "Mother." She didn't seem to reject it; on the contrary, she felt quite...

The possessed person and the heroic spirit will influence each other.

Just like Ishtar and Ereshkigal, whose personalities were influenced by Rin Tohsaka, Jeanne d'Arc and Leticia were so perfectly compatible that they were like their counterparts from another dimension, so Jeanne d'Arc's personality remained completely unchanged.

However, their emotions can still influence each other.

In the original story, Joan of Arc's love for Sieg led Leticia to believe that she herself had fallen in love with Sieg. However, it was only after Joan of Arc left that Leticia realized that it was Joan of Arc, not herself, who had fallen in love with Sieg.

same.

Having experienced hundreds of years of life in her dream, Leticia now values ​​Lin Jiu'an more than anything else, and her change in attitude towards Lin Jiu'an inevitably affects Joan of Arc.

Especially after hearing him call her "Mama," Joan of Arc didn't want to say no anymore. After a long silence, she closed her eyes in anguish.

That's it.

Since there's no chance of turning things around now, and everything I have will eventually be devoured by the other side, I might as well submit for Leticia's sake.

"Promise me you won't hurt Leticia."

“Of course,” Lin Jiu’an said. “Not only that, I will protect and take care of her for the rest of my life.”

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc felt a tremor in her heart and, for some reason, felt a pang of jealousy. She was then startled by her own emotions, which had been influenced by Leticia.

"That's up to you."

Joan of Arc closed her eyes: "Do whatever you want, I won't resist."

“You channel magic into me, especially your flames.”

Joan of Arc did not answer, but a few seconds later Lin Jiu'an felt that as Joan of Arc loosened her grip and even actively cooperated, the magical power surging into his body began to increase exponentially.

Joan of Arc's belly swelled up even faster.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Joan of Arc's belly was already like that of a woman seven months pregnant, and Lin Jiu'an was no longer afraid of the sacred flames guarding the gate, with black mud spreading out from the city gate.

"W-what are you going to do?!"

Having lost her magic, Joan of Arc felt more acutely aware of her body than ever before, and the usual sensations made her panic.

Back then, she had the ability to suppress and resist, and she could even endure it, but now she's completely at her mercy!

But I was just about to rebel.

"Lord Saint!"

Upon hearing Leticia's voice, Joan of Arc's beautiful eyes trembled.

"Don't worry, you're practically my mother now, how could I possibly harm you?"

Hearing that cry of "Mother" again and again, Joan of Arc finally closed her eyes.

After the black mud flowed out of the city gate, it wrapped around Joan of Arc's entire body like armor. Although Joan of Arc felt uneasy, she still endured the discomfort.

But soon, Joan of Arc, with only her face still visible, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes and asked in a panic, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course, I'll absorb your magic to grow faster."

"Then why did you do this...wait?!"

Joan of Arc cried out in anguish, filled with terror and rage, "Get out! Get out now! If you don't get out, I'm going to give birth... Huh?!"

That's not a road for people to walk on!

"It's alright, Your Majesty."

Leticia, slightly out of breath, comforted him, "Arno is very gentle."

"Arno? Leticia, what's wrong?"

Joan of Arc was startled, then realized that Leticia's voice was full of joy and happiness, completely different from the fear she had shown when facing death before, and she realized that something was wrong.

It seems I've fallen into a trap?!

Although it's unclear how this guy managed to turn Leticia into this, it's obvious that Leticia has become his person and is deceiving herself with him.

"Stop! Stop!"

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc was about to mobilize the last bit of magic she could muster to stop Lin Jiu'an, but she hesitated as soon as she made a move.

She didn't want to hurt...

No, I was influenced by Leticia!

Joan of Arc understood everything. She understood why she had softened her attitude towards him, why she was so happy to hear him call her "Mom," and why she was jealous when he talked about other women.

"stop!"

This time, Joan of Arc did not hesitate and immediately tried to use her magic to stop the gates from closing, but it was too late.

Just as she was about to unleash her magic and close the city gates, the black mud completely swallowed her, leaving only her helpless, wide-open mouth, emitting a pitiful wail.

"Eee ...

Chapter Thirty-Seven Joan of Arc: This is the only thing I can't do... Huh?!

Tokyo, the Underground Grand Grail.

Kama stood in the center of the golden Holy Grail, enjoying the infusion of its magic power, which had been drawn from the underground spiritual veins of Tokyo for a hundred years, and the essence of the Sixth Beast.

"Oh, I was just wondering which rat from the gutter was sneaking around here."

A woman's arrogant and disdainful voice suddenly rang out. Kama turned his head and saw a stunningly beautiful, mature woman with blonde hair and red eyes, dressed in casual clothes.

The woman seemed to radiate a dazzling light, even the golden light illuminating the entire dark and opaque underground world from the Great Grail seemed less dazzling than her eleventh birthday.

"Gilgamesh."

Kama tilted her head, seemingly very curious as to how the servant who had just been fighting fiercely with Osmandis was able to see through the magic array she and the green-robed youth had set up and detect the anomaly here.

But soon.

Kama's lips curled up slightly. It was a simple action that anyone could make, yet it possessed a charm that could make even beings whose aesthetic sense was not human fall in love with it instantly and willingly fall for it.

Even Gilgamesh was momentarily stunned.

But in an instant, she broke free from the allure of his power. Looking at Kama, whose beauty was unparalleled and who gave one the feeling that "even the goddess of beauty in mythology would be no more than this," Gilgamesh's lips curled into an extremely cruel smile.

"Has it grown to this level already?"

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes were filled with endless savagery, and hundreds of entrances to the Royal Treasury appeared behind him.

"How dare you bewitch me, Your Majesty! I don't know if you're overestimating yourself or just courting death."

Countless Noble Phantasms surged forth from the void, rushing toward Kama with unparalleled power, just as Hercules had unleashed them with all his might. Even the weakest of these attacks was no less powerful than a full-force strike from a top-tier second-rate Servant.

Faced with a barrage of powerful magical artifacts raining down from the sky.

Kama simply tilted his head, a bewitching smile appearing on his lips, letting the attacks come at him.

The magical explosions of Noble Phantasms continuously appeared above the Holy Grail, causing the earth to shake. Gilgamesh, with his hands in his pockets, approached while constantly controlling his Noble Phantasms to emerge from the void and bombard Kama.

suddenly.

A faint blue light emerged from the debris of the Noble Phantasm bombardment, almost grazing Gilgamesh's hair and causing her long golden hair to fly in the wind.

Feeling the burning sensation on his cheeks, Gilgamesh's savage smile deepened.

"Very energetic."