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She didn't mention Rosser's name, but it was definitely this guy who plotted against her.

"Not even for a day, you need to change back to your original state."

"Ahem, was Luo Jun just talking about the Demon Eye? Do you possess Future Vision? Or Thousand-Mile Vision EX?"

Mashu quietly changed the subject.

Honestly, Gudako's face looks much better now; the old one was just awful...

"Of course not, it is my supreme wisdom!"

Rosser said proudly.

"......"

Mashu turned her head away: "Speaking of which, we're almost in the Orleans region."

"That's true, it's been so long."

"...Stop, Martha, there are people ahead, no, it's an army."

In front.

The army of about two thousand men had stopped advancing and were forming ranks, clearly having spotted them and preparing to attack.

"It's Gildre's army. After the Dragon Witch appeared, he's been gathering the defeated soldiers and waging guerrilla warfare in the vicinity."

Martha said awkwardly, "I escaped from us before..."

So the dragon recognized her.

"So brave."

Rosser, filled with righteous indignation, slammed his fist on the table and stood up: "Martha-chan wanted to kill him, but instead of obediently sticking out her neck, closing the door, and letting Afei out!"

Siegfried stood expressionless and motionless.

"also."

Rother stood up: "I'm hungry too, and two thousand men should be enough to feed us halfway..."

"I go!"

Siegfried's face was contorted with bulging veins, but he still silently got up, picked up his greatsword, and went.

I can only feel sorry for myself.

After all, at most he would get injured if he attacked, but the evil dragon would be swallowed whole.

Behind.

Rother shouted, "Remember to shout that this mountain is mine, this tree is mine, and if you want to pass, leave your toll! You're a robber, so don't reveal our identities!"

“Mr. Rother…!”

Joan of Arc hesitated to speak.

She believed that Rosser wasn't a man who killed indiscriminately, but rather a very gentle person... well, at least towards girls, or rather, at least towards pretty girls. But she should still explain things clearly to Mr. Siegfried; this misunderstanding couldn't continue.

Gudako: What do you mean? I'm not pretty. Look at this face of mine, how am I any worse than you? So what if you're a saint?

Also, it would be a miracle if he could explain himself. I know him well enough. He's probably just looking for fun on purpose. He...tui, what a jerk! He doesn't include me when he's having fun!

really.

In the blink of an eye, Joseph was gone.

.......

In the chaotic camp.

"Who are you? Aren't you human? Why are you attacking us?"

The knight roared in grief and anger.

Just as they were preparing to face the Dragon Witch's subordinates, a bald, burly man rushed out shouting, "This mountain is mine, this tree is mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll!" Just by looking at his face, you could tell he was a ruthless murderer and robber; he was clearly no good person.

Siegfried looked bitter and remained silent as he knocked the men unconscious one by one.

Although this army is strong enough to fight against dragons, even second- or third-rate Servants would find it difficult to annihilate them.

But who is Siegfried? He's a top-tier Servant, and even when not facing dragons, his combat power is considerable.

He swiftly routed the army, and this bald man was ferocious, cold-blooded, and ruthless, never uttering a word before striking with deadly force.

The knights' morale was completely shattered, and they were powerless to resist no matter what methods were used.

Who are these people? Why don't they deal with the witch instead of attacking those who are trying to save France?

Got it, they must be Britons, damn Britons.

But even if you guess the "truth," it's meaningless.

Just when they were in despair.

"How dare you commit such a crime in broad daylight!"

Justice has prevailed.

Bathed in the sun's brilliant light.

A handsome, upright man, seeing injustice on the road, drew his sword to help.

Holding a magnificent knight's lance that exuded a noble and righteous aura and radiated a holy glow, he caught Siegfried's Twilight Demon Sword and stood in front of the knights.

"?"

Siegfried slowly typed a question mark: "Master...?"

boom!

"Shameless scoundrel! To save his own life, he's even calling me 'master'?"

Rother deflected his demonic sword with a spear, silenced him with a punch, and then unleashed a flurry of thrusts, each aimed at his groin.

Siegfried was actually forced to retreat at one point, not because Rother was better at using a gun than a sword.

Although his marksmanship surpassed that of everyone he had ever seen in his life, it was at least within his comprehension.

The problem is that he absolutely dares not let Rosser stab him. Last time, Rosser shattered his hair. This time, if he stabs Xiaofei, what if he gets wiped out?

Some things you can do without, but you can't live without.

He has a wife too. If he loses Xiaofei, they'll only be able to be sisters. And who knows, his wife might even get stolen by some shameless scoundrel...

"Stop! Didn't you tell me to take action?"

Siegfried retreated dozens of meters, filled with grief and indignation.

"What are you talking about? Trying to sow discord at a time like this."

Rother was righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he were shrouded in holy light; oh, he really did add a layer to himself.

The lifelike expression almost made Siegfried believe it was real.

Needless to say, the knights and soldiers were even more so.

A bald, muscular man with a ferocious face (from being beaten), looking like a bandit or tyrant, silently killing anyone he saw.

He was handsome and upright, the epitome of the perfect knight.

His marksmanship is terrible; he misses every time, aiming right at Siegfried's crotch. You need to go a little higher!

So... of course, I'll believe Rother.

"Kill him, well done, Stranger Knight."

"Thank you, Knight."

"Hahaha, it's over, I'll definitely come find you for a drink."

then.

After Rosser had a very difficult time and "laboriously" captured Siegfried, binding him hand and foot and stuffing a smelly sock into his mouth, he finally succeeded.

In the big tent.

A man with a melancholy face, who almost made Rosser think he had met Xiaolan, stepped forward: "Thank you for your help, stranger knight. I am Gilred, the commander of this army."

Gildre looked at the lifeless Siegfried at Rosser's feet and sneered, "This attacker is truly despicable and shameless. He clearly had the upper hand, yet he still concealed his strength..."

I almost fell for it; he was planning a sneak attack.

As soon as this noble knight appeared, the bald man's strength skyrocketed.

Bah, despicable!

"Isn't this what a knight should do?"

With the impeccable manners of a knight, Rother smiled radiantly and with a healing quality: "Seeing someone in trouble, my body just moves on its own."

"What a humble knight."

Many knight catalogs praised it.

Even the King of Knights back then was no better than this.

"Who are you? Who possessed Rother?"

Gudako, who had followed, was greatly surprised.

The other girls' eyes also sparkled; it must be said that Roser's elegant and humble demeanor was truly captivating at that moment.

This is in stark contrast to what came before.

"Is it... Joan of Arc?"

Gildre had just asked when his eyes narrowed, and he looked at Gudako and said in a trembling voice.

But I soon noticed that there seemed to be some subtle differences, and I always felt that there was a subtle distinction.

"Joan of Arc? The saint who saved the nation?"

Rother shook his head: "That troublesome little girl is my wife's sister, Lily Angelina, and this one..."

He walked to the door, approached Joan of Arc whose body was tense and whose pupils were narrowed, naturally put his arm around her waist, and turned back to say casually, "This is my wife, Jeanne Angelina, my wife and my most trusted support."

"Wife...wife?"

Joan of Arc, who had just been terrified, blushed instantly. She was about to shake her head, but she dared not deny it, since Gilles de Rais was there and she could not reveal her identity.

"Be careful not to get caught."

Rosser whispered.

"You don't want people to know you're Joan of Arc, do you?"

"I'm in a difficult position too, but since it's Jeanne d'Arc, I guess I'll have to make a sacrifice."

In short, he definitely didn't get this idea from a story about a fake boyfriend turning into a real boyfriend...

“Hmm.…”

Joan of Arc lowered her head, and a blush spread across her glistening earlobes beneath her hair.

What she really meant was, "Could Rosser please not put his hand down so low...?"

Gillespie didn't speak, but immediately abandoned Gudako and stared intently at Jeanne.

It should definitely be Joan of Arc.

But Joan of Arc didn't have a sister, and they look so alike—they're more likely twins than sisters—so it can't be...

"Commander Gildre, isn't it a bit impolite of you to look at my wife like that?"

Rother frowned, pressed Joan's buttocks down, and leaned down to kiss her. After a long while, when they were all sticky, he released Joan, whose eyes were glazed and body was limp. With a calm and carefree smile, he said generously, "I'm sorry, you're obviously a step too late. My wife, this beautiful flower, has already found her home."

Suddenly.

The knights inside the tent all wore friendly smiles, clearly showing their fondness for Rother, who had gained recognition by stepping on Siegfried.

As for Gildre... he was ashen-faced, clutching his heart, as if his father had died.

Don't want this kind of thing.

He remained dazed throughout the banquet, and even after seeing everyone off, he was still in a daze, completely lacking energy and spirit.

"Marshal, they are probably in cahoots with the man who attacked us."