I really didn't want to burn it.

Fortunately, the opponent wasn't a Grand Gold Saint version, otherwise Li Ang suspected that he could have swept the entire arena by himself.

"Looks like that guy who used the Holy Grail was also unlucky."

Li Ang commented, "They clearly drew good cards, but none of them appeared in their strongest form."

Neither Sab Diarmuid nor the Grand Ancestor are so easily summoned; even if you, the host, tried, you wouldn't succeed.

Li Ang said dismissively, "Tch, I've been farming for 7 treasures with my sword and I'm sick of exchanging for gold cubes."

However, you are a supreme deity with zero treasures.

"At least I still have 3 treasures, butt gun, and cloth girls."

However, you are a supreme deity with zero treasures.

"I, Ellie, also have two treasures..."

However, you are a supreme deity with zero treasures.

"..."

There is no time to talk today.

Li Ang decided to ignore the taunts from the elegy system and continued to observe the other gladiators in the team.

Although the Age of Gods had ended in Europe by 60 AD, much earlier than Britain during the time of King Arthur, the overall quality of humankind was still quite good.

Just look at these gladiators who came to participate in the qualifiers. They are all big and strong, full of magic, and highly skilled in martial arts... They are all trash.

It's no wonder Li Ang said that; these guys might be able to take on ten modern magicians, but they're basically no match for Servants.

Moreover, Servants also possess Noble Phantasms as their trump cards, making it as easy to deal with these ordinary gladiators as dealing with cannon fodder.

While it's possible that a monster like Spartacus might exist among the gladiators, Leon hadn't heard of any gladiator from Nero's era who was famous enough to be remembered in history.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, unless there are more official participants than Servants, those representing Rome should all be Servants.

However, it's not a big problem; Li Ang is confident that Sang Song, whom he replaced, will definitely get a spot.

Although outsiders who are unaware of the reasons may not be very optimistic about Li Ang's disguise as Sangsong, as long as he himself knows the reason, he can come.

"Yeah, I'm the strongest among these guys."

Li Ang nodded as if to convince himself, and just then...

"Hey you over there, wait a minute! I think you'd better think this through."

"what?"

"You'll die if you do that."

Li Ang turned around and saw a silver-haired, short-haired girl standing there.

Li Ang's heart began to pound; the other person's face stirred a little excitement within him.

Could it be that this woman is...?

"who are you?"

The silver-haired girl said earnestly, "I am Joan of Arc. I hope you, sir, have thought this through. Your suicidal behavior will make your family weep."

really.

Li Ang nodded; the other woman's face, so similar to Nero's and Artoria's, already revealed her identity.

In truth, Li Ang and Joan of Arc didn't have much of a connection. Having traveled through so many worlds, Li Ang never traveled to the timeline of the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

Unexpectedly, he and Joan of Arc met in this way, and Joan of Arc was even the Black version of her.

only……

I always feel that you and I think differently.

Li Ang made this assessment of Black Jeanne.

These words made the other person frown and glare at Li Ang.

Li Ang, however, was completely oblivious, only muttering to himself, "What a pity..."

It's a real shame. If it were someone else who came looking for him, Li Ang could have pulled off a scene often found in overpowered protagonist novels—a story of a protagonist who is looked down upon but then makes a stunning comeback and defeats his enemies.

But since the other party was a follower, Li Ang couldn't pretend to be profound and say things like, "Miss, judging people by their appearance is not a good habit," or "Let's have a contest, and if you lose, you have to marry me."

So Li Ang took off his mask and introduced himself generously: "Hello, Miss Saintess. I am Charles Henry Sanson."

"Hey?"

Black Jeanne stared wide-eyed at Li Ang, who addressed her as "Saintess," and with that name...

"That's right, I am the executioner."

Li Ang spoke with a tone of disgust and put his mask back on.

"sorry."

Black Jeanne lowered her head and apologized to Leon.

Li Ang's deliberately feigned tone made Black Jeanne believe that he was extremely disgusted with her past.

Such Servants are not uncommon, and Jeanne Alter, thinking she had touched a sore spot, quickly apologized.

In reality, Li Ang was deliberately using this tone to avoid others discussing Sanson's past with him. There was no other way; Li Ang only knew the details of Sanson's experiences from the card descriptions.

Judging from Jeanne Alter's reaction, Leon's plan succeeded.

but……

Is this frail woman really the vengeful saint I know?

Li Ang voiced his question: "Holy Maiden, I feel that you are a little different from what I remembered."

“Mr. Sanson, you mean this…” Jeanne Alter said with a wry smile, “That’s because something went wrong when I was summoned by the Holy Grail. My core and my outer self were swapped.”

"What?"

"look."

Joan of Arc held her hand straight ahead.

Li Ang followed her finger and indeed saw a white Joan of Arc with golden braids at the front of the procession.

However, the other person's complexion was far inferior to that of the person beside him. Li Ang could see seven points of resentment, eight points of dissatisfaction, and a hundred and twenty points of discontent in those eyes.

Seeing that Li Ang was looking at her, Joan of Arc in white waved her fist and cursed, "You little white-haired brat, what are you looking at! Believe me or not, I'll beat you up!"

"I understand."

Li Ang summarized succinctly.

"What a waste of a bottle of ready-to-drink nutritional drink," Li Ang commented with a hint of regret.

Although Bai Zhen wore a tight-fitting garment, unlike the beef balls that could be drunk directly from the bottle, this minor obstacle was not a problem at all in the eyes of Li Ang, this pervert.

Li Ang's relationships with women are already complicated enough. If it were the timid and submissive Jeanne d'Arc (White), Li Ang could take on another one. But with Jeanne d'Arc (Black)'s restless personality, it's better to forget about it.

Thinking of this, Li Ang glanced at Jeanne d'Arc (Black Jeanne). She stood very naturally beside him, as if the two of them had always been together.

Aren't you going with your other self?

Joan of Arc smiled and shook her head. "No, I really can't get along with her."

"You two look like sisters who have a terrible relationship."

Joan of Arc clasped her hands together and begged for mercy, saying, "Sangsong, please spare me. Having a sister like this is very troublesome for me."

……

According to Einstein's theory of relativity, time flows faster when a beautiful woman is around.

Li Ang had already proven this point in various timelines.

So when Joan of Arc suggested queuing together, Leon readily agreed, otherwise waiting would be too boring.

The queuing process went very smoothly, and apart from Joan of Arc, no one who looked down on Leon came to cause trouble.

Even Joan of Arc wasn't there to cause trouble, but rather to advise Li Ang to withdraw from the competition for his own safety.

However, after learning that Leon was a Heroic Spirit, Joan of Arc abandoned the idea.

As a Heroic Spirit herself, Joan of Arc knew very well that their existence could not be measured by human standards.

After all the contestants had registered, Nero appeared on the stage in the arena.

Our Emperor had one arm around the waist of Lady Chloris (because of the height difference, he couldn't reach her shoulder), and the other hand held a golden, luxurious wine cup, looking like a scene of debauchery and unbridled indulgence.

Fortunately, Nero is a lovely young girl. If it were a man, Leon would have killed him immediately.

"Warriors of Rome!"

Nero toasted all the contestants, saying, "For me, for the glory of Rome, let us duel! Let us fight!"

"The top 7 finishers in this competition will represent Rome in the upcoming match against Britain!"

"Whoever ultimately wins the match against Britain, I will grant him any wish!"

"Gentlemen, rejoice!"

"Oh!!! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!!" *N

Countless excited gladiators raised their hands and cheered, applauding His Majesty Nero's decision.

Only Li Ang, amidst the cheers, whispered to Joan of Arc, "Don't you think that emperor on the stage looks a lot like you?"

"Really? I think there's a huge gap between us." Joan of Arc lightly touched her forehead, looking utterly bewildered.

"..."

Li Ang didn't want to speak and wanted to throw a C Marshal to Joan of Arc.

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PS1: According to the Type-Moon setting, the time when the Age of Gods ended is different in different regions. In Britain, it ended with King Arthur, while in Europe it ended after the beginning of the Common Era.

This is actually just to track the end dates of myths in different regions, so let's just use it for now. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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PS2: Except for the final third ascension, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) always has short hair in her card art. While I personally prefer long hair, this look appears too infrequently in the story, so I opted for short hair. _(:з」∠)_

The body swap between Black and White Jeanne d'Arc is something Mi-chan was influenced by in the latest Japanese server event.

Regarding how the two address each other, use the person's inner self-reference: White Jeanne is "Joan of Arc," and Black Jeanne is "Joan of Arc.Alt." ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Chapter 94 Morgan: Sister, I love seeing you all looking so worried around the round table!

puff.

As the giant in front of Li Ang fell, thunderous applause and cheers erupted in the arena.

"The victor—Sanson!"

"Gentlemen, rejoice! The gladiators who will fight against Britain have all been chosen! They will represent Rome in the final battle the day after tomorrow!"

As the host shouted himself hoarse, Li Ang slowly raised his right hand, which was holding a huge cleaver, as a gesture.

At this moment, the audience erupted in cheers.

Many noble ladies and women in the stands threw their belongings down, trying to attract the attention of the silver-haired man in the stadium.

Unfortunately, Mr. Sanson made no comment; he dragged the strangely shaped long knife back to the rest area.

The other contestants were already waiting for him there.

"Congratulations, Mr. Sanson."

Joan of Arc, beaming with joy, offered her congratulations to Leon.

Li Ang nodded modestly: "It was just luck; the opponent was very strong."

The opponent in the final match was indeed very strong, arguably the strongest among all the registered contestants besides the Servant and Leon.