I really didn't want to burn it.

"what?"

Cui was startled, and opened his eyes, which had been closed.

Then he saw the girl draw the sword from her waist.

"La Pucelle! [The Crimson Saintess!]"

Flames instantly engulfed the entire arena.

……

On the stands, the emcee was still giving an enthusiastic commentary.

“The game begins!”

"Unlike her sister, Joan of Arc did not use the Holy Banner, but instead drew her sword!"

"Ah, it's flames! She's completely engulfed in flames! Is this some kind of special technique?!"

"Joan of Arc charged toward Tristan with burning passion!"

"This is------"

boom----------!

The loud explosion woke Merlin, who was resting on the sofa.

"Wow! Ultraman Seven lost to Zetti?!"

Merlin jumped up from the sofa.

"what happened?"

Seeing the grim expressions on his colleagues' faces in the lounge, Merlin asked curiously.

"look by youself."

Gao Wen gestured towards the arena with his lip.

Flames, boundless flames, are burning.

Merlin quickly grabbed the railing, trying to confirm the situation.

"Joan of Arc has set the entire arena ablaze! We are unable to confirm the condition of either competitor on the field!"

The emcee shouted excitedly.

"Ah! A golden light flashed across the field! The flames began to recede... This... This... They've appeared! Joan of Arc and Tristan have appeared!"

"Consort Joan of Arc is lying on the ground, and it appears she has lost the ability to fight!"

"And Tristan is still standing, does that mean Britain has won a round?!"

"Wait! Tristan is just standing there, he's lost consciousness too! No wonder he's nicknamed 'The Pig Who Sleeps Standing Up,' even when he's passed out, he won't lie down!"

"Since both sides have simultaneously lost their ability to fight, this match is a draw!"

"Now the score is 3-1 plus a draw! Roma is now in an invincible position!"

"I really didn't expect Joan of Arc to use such a strategy. Although it's a bit unethical, it's very effective!"

"Now, even if Britain wins the remaining two games, they will only be able to force the game into overtime!"

"The British team is in dire straits!"

In the Rome lounge, everyone was clapping and celebrating, cheering for the victory.

Apart from Li Ang, his face was ashen, and his eyes twitched incessantly.

Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm, "La Pucelle," is a suicidal Noble Phantasm, much like Arash's classic "Stella," both of which are skills that sacrifice oneself to gain immense destructive power.

However, once her Noble Phantasm is revealed, Jeanne d'Arc will disappear from the world after the battle ends.

It's not impossible to avoid this outcome; Li Ang vaguely remembers that in "Fate/EXTELLA," a single Command Spell could be used to revive Jeanne d'Arc.

Of course, there is another, more convenient way—to resurrect Joan of Arc with the Holy Grail.

Recalling the golden light in the arena just now, Li Ang's expression became uncertain.

"Who is it?"

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PS1: In the Fate/Grand Ord-turas réalta- manga, it is set that Jeanne d'Arc's self-destruct Noble Phantasm, Crimson Saintess, will disappear after use, but she can be resurrected if she has the Holy Grail.

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PS2: Cui Beishang's nickname "the pig that sleeps standing up" was given to him by Cleopatra.

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PS3: There's another chapter coming up, it'll probably take a little while longer. _(:з」∠)_

Chapter 103 Lancelot: Why me again?

Joan of Arc met an even more tragic end than her sister Joan of Arc.Alt.

Although she was badly beaten by Mordred, Jeanne Alt managed to leave the battlefield while supporting her wounds.

And what about Joan of Arc?

She was carried down on a stretcher.

"How did I do?"

Joan of Arc, as if showing off, gave Leon and Joan of Arc.Alt a thumbs up.

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Leon and Joan of Arc simultaneously delivered a chop to Joan of Arc's hand.

"Are you an idiot?" Joan of Arc Alt retorted. "Trying to take the enemy down with you? Are you some kind of Middle Eastern hero?"

"Oh dear, you're worried about me?" Joan of Arc smiled happily. "I'm so glad, sister."

"Who do you think you are as my sister?! I'll never admit it!"

Joan of Arc Alt turned her head away and let out a heavy, cold snort.

Ignoring the typical haughty behavior of the black Jeanne beside him, Li Ang asked Jeanne a very serious question.

"what are you thinking?"

Joan of Arc clapped her hands: "Mr. Sanson is also concerned about me? Thank you."

"You..."

Li Ang rubbed his temples.

Being spoken to like that by a beautiful woman should have been a very happy thing, but Li Ang was not moved at all, nor did he dare to move.

Because... Chloris's deathly gaze had already fallen upon us.

"Why did you choose to perish together with Tristan? And how did you use your own Noble Phantasm?"

Jeanne d'Arc smiled and replied, "Wouldn't it be the best option for me to force them to a draw? As for Noble Phantasms... La Pucelle (Crimson Saintess) is usable by both of us, it's just that she hasn't met the conditions for activation."

Joan of Arc, who was called out, showed a "super fierce.jpg" emoji, but it had no effect whatsoever.

“That’s not what I meant.” Li Ang shook his head slightly. “A draw is certainly a good result, but what I want to ask is why you chose to use that method.”

“Hmm… I don’t know either,” Joan of Arc said with a wry smile. “When I was on the field, it was like a voice in my head telling me that I should do it, and then I did it.”

Li Ang nodded slowly: "I understand."

But in reality, Li Ang didn't understand anything at all.

The match between Joan of Arc and Tristan lasted less than a minute, the shortest of all the matches, yet it was filled with an eeriness.

Tristan is fine; the problem lies with Joan of Arc.

If Joan of Arc were to actually use Crimson Saintess to achieve a draw, it should have been after realizing she couldn't defeat Tristan.

In the minds of normal people, if they can defeat an opponent, they certainly wouldn't choose to perish together with them.

After all, aside from the heartless Mast, no one would choose to let the great hero release Stella in one round.

However, Joan of Arc actually did it.

Unless she knew someone would use the Holy Grail to resurrect her, she should use the Crimson Saintess as a last resort.

Interestingly, Joan of Arc was unaware that someone would resurrect her; she was simply following her instincts.

This puzzled Li Ang greatly.

The person who uses the Holy Grail is hiding in the shadows. What is his purpose?

He instructed Joan of Arc to use self-destruction, but then resurrected her after her death.

"What on earth is this..."

Even after changing back into his own clothes and returning to the VIP box, Li Ang was still pondering the matter of Joan of Arc and the mastermind behind it all.

Since that person allowed the Heroic Spirits to participate in this competition, they will definitely cause trouble during the competition.

The competition is almost over, and all that troublemaker did was use the Holy Grail to resurrect Joan of Arc.

"Why did you only intervene in the case of Joan of Arc?"

"Li Ang."

"Is there something special about Joan of Arc?"

"I said, Li Ang!"

Morgan noticed that Leon was distracted after returning, so he shook him vigorously.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something else."

Li Ang remained calm and composed, gently pulling his arm out of Morgan's embrace.

Morgan, however, was not ashamed at all. Instead, he teased Li Ang, "Is it because your ownership is about to be decided that you are so restless?"

"No, I'm just wondering why that saintess made that choice... Never mind, let's keep watching the game."

Li Ang turned his attention back to the arena.

"Hey, Li Ang. If we're down to the last two rounds... isn't it time to reveal our hand?"

Upon hearing Morgan's question, Li Ang nodded and said, "Yes, regardless of the specific score, since we're playing the sixth game, it means we absolutely cannot lose this one."

Based on the normal match points, by the time the 6th match comes, our team will either win by 3 points or 2 points.

If it's 2 points, it means I have to win this game to play the seventh, so I have to field my strongest lineup for this game.

If it's 3 points, then it's even simpler. Win this game and the match is over. Just send out your strongest player to take him down.

However, no one expected that Joan of Arc's bizarre actions would turn the score into 3-1, plus a tie.

However, neither side made a mistake in their approach to the order of players in the match.

"Therefore, both sides will definitely field their trump cards in this match. After all, if they lose this match, there's no point in saving their trump cards for last. This isn't a knockout tournament."

"Ah, that's true."

Morgan nodded approvingly.

"Alright, the contestants from both sides have entered the arena. For Rome, entering the arena is the hero from India, the son of Indra, the god of thunder!"

"He is a perfect person with a diligent, honest, upright, and flawless character, which is why he even has the nickname 'Nana-ko'!"

"Let's welcome—Arjuna!"

"Pfft, Nana..."

Morgan smiled when he saw that a handsome, dark-skinned man had come out.

"Who came up with this name for the flower?"

"It's not me anyway."

Li Ang replied with an innocent expression.

Yes, this nickname wasn't given to him by Li Ang. Before he transmigrated, he had burst out laughing at this nickname more than once.