What?! My anime figurines have all come true!

"..."

The Black Queen stared intently at the bulging-eyed man before her, the handsome portrait she had seen in her dream flashing through her mind, and she felt as if she had been deceived by François, the seller.

This ugly man couldn't possibly be my ancestor!

Chapter 284 Let's do something big! Let's do something big! Go!

After catching up, Gilles de Rais finally turned his attention to his Master, but just as he was about to speak, he realized something, and his expression instantly turned frantic.

"Are you...my descendant? Is that so...is this how it is! Such a cruel thing! What a despicable god! Not only did he curse the saintess, taking her away in the most cruel way! Now he even curses my descendant? Aaaaaahhhhh—! How hateful! Utterly hateful!"

In fact, as long as we don't talk about Joan of Arc or the gods, Gilles de Rais is actually a wise man. Unless they are truly like-minded, he won't force people to practice black magic.

As François said, Gilles de Rais's madness was his own, and he never intended for his descendants to inherit it.

So when he saw the forbidden black magic erosion on Andrétos de Rais (the Black Queen) and the divine marks from the two gods of the underworld, he immediately imagined his own family being cursed by the gods and sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of black magic.

Black Queen: ...

Now that things have come to this, I can no longer bring myself to admit that I didn't go astray, but that I genuinely love black magic and forbidden knowledge.

"Gil, aren't you curious about Andretowa's desire to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

François, who was standing nearby, offered a reminder.

Upon hearing this, Gilles de Rais, who had been in a frenzy and muttering to himself, suddenly stopped. He then bent down, his bulging eyes fixed on the Black Queen before him.

"My children, what do you ask of the Holy Grail?"

This is an easy question.

I can tell his likes and dislikes from Gilles de Rais's behavior just now. I just need to go along with his personality and express my wishes.

"I want the power to defy the gods!"

The Black Queen clenched her fists, and her impassioned tone made her seem like a righteous person to anyone who didn't know better.

"Oh oh oh oh oh—!!! What a wonderful wish! Yes! Rebel against the gods! My descendants! Your wish will surely be granted! In the name of Gilles de Rais!"

This answer hit Gilles de Rais right in his good zone.

It can be said that, apart from the team of Efira and Sanson, the Black Queen and Gilles de Rais's team have the highest compatibility, and there is basically no possibility of internal strife.

"Don't get too excited, Gilles. The seven factions for this Holy Grail Ceremony haven't all gathered yet. If someone else summons some amazing Servant, we won't be able to win even if we have the advantage."

François's words immediately calmed Gilles de Rais down.

Black Queen: You still say it wasn't you who bewitched my ancestors!

Looking at her ancestor who was almost completely obedient to the white-haired boy, she suddenly felt that she shouldn't be here, but under the car.

"Hmm...that's true, but my ally, what advantages do you speak of?"

Upon hearing this question, François smiled proudly, straightened his back, and answered:

"Hehe~ We have three advantages now. First, we control the entire spiritual vein center of Paris, which allows you, Gilles, to unleash the magic in your Noble Phantasm (The Book of the Desolate City) without your Master providing mana. Second, we control the connection between the Holy Grail system and reality, giving us a referee-like oversight. We have complete access to information about Servants from other factions. Third... so far, no one has been able to find us."

After listening to François's three advantages, Gilles de Rais, who had served as Marshal of France, was once again moved to tears. He thought that if such an overpowered advantage were applied to the battlefield, he could easily overwhelm the enemy with an F2A by maneuvering.

If this still doesn't work...

That means the other side is using even bigger cheats!

"Cool!!! As expected of my ally! He has paved the way to victory for us in advance!"

Although he was pleased to hear his best friend's praise, François was still a little uncomfortable with that cool verbal tic, to which he could only smile wryly.

"This is also for you, Jill..."

Seeing this, the Black Queen gave up thinking. As long as she could solve her own problem, everything else was negotiable.

"Alright! Without further ado, let me use the magic of the spiritual veins to construct a magical array covering the entire city!"

Gilles de Rais immediately took out his treasured artifact—the Book of the Annihilation City—and began to construct a super-large magic array using the magic power of the spiritual veins. Once formed, it could summon small sea monsters in every corner of Paris, and the magic array was hidden in the network of spiritual veins, making it difficult for anyone to discover.

only……

Why are there so many rats in the sewers of Paris?

The number has reached millions!

This is this...

"What's wrong? Jill, your expression suddenly looks strange."

Seeing the slight change in Gilles de Rais's expression, François asked with some curiosity.

Is this still France?

Gilles de Rais posed the same soul-searching question to the Black Queen as Sanson did.

Black Queen: ...

The Black Queen, being French, didn't know how to answer. She couldn't very well recount the history of the centuries since her ancestors' deaths to him, could she?

However, considering that they still had plenty of time, the Black Queen took the two to the bedroom on the second floor, found a computer, and 'moved' some historical events and the chaos of recent years to show Gilles de Rais.

'I never imagined that the first thing I would do after meeting my ancestor would be to present him with [history]...'

Watching her ancestor's face turn red and then pale in front of the computer desk, the Black Queen sighed helplessly in her heart.

"Oh, oh, oh... Joan of Arc! Do you see? You see! The country you wanted to protect has become such a vile thing! No... this is no longer the France that Joan of Arc protected! This is hell! A place that should be burned away by the fire of purification!"

After watching it, Gilles de Rais felt his brain trembling wildly. Even someone as depraved as him felt that he was still too normal after seeing the various chaotic situations in France today (especially that little blue Olympic man).

"They! They don't deserve to be saved at all!"

Gilles de Rais had originally planned to take a more cautious approach, but after seeing the situation in France, he just wanted to fast-forward and set everything ablaze.

He even wanted Joan of Arc to witness it all!

"This sinful city, soon to burn, will become the place of Joan of Arc's rebirth!"

Gilles de Rais's copy of the City of Annihilation floated in mid-air as he frantically flipped through it. An evil and indescribable power penetrated deep into the ley lines and even the sewers of Paris, not only building a massive magical array but also sacrificing the lives of millions of rats to turn them into his own monstrous servants!

"Let's do something big! Let's do something big! Go!"

François was also loudly fanning the flames from behind.

"..."

Seeing this scene before her, the Black Queen felt a sense of 'fear' rise in her heart. Even the Poker Organization hadn't pulled off something as daring as burning down a country's capital. If this failed, she would surely die a horrible death...

But that's a useless way of thinking!

If I can win, who can oppose me after this?

Chapter 285 The Vatican Inquisition

Cassandra, completely unaware that the Caster camp planned to "do something big" with the entire city of Paris, had just escaped from a bunch of politicians bickering. It took a lot of persuasion to convince them that the beheading was the work of terrorists, which caused the far-right and left wings within the government to start another war of words.

But this is good, at least no one will bother her anymore.

In addition, after the last manhunt, Ephira should not be out committing crimes again for a while, so she can focus her energy on the Holy Grail War.

"Ms. Cassandra, are all politicians... like them?"

The blue-haired girl next to me asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Cassandra looked at the girl beside her, Chtholly, one of the three upper riders, who had been summoned through Victorique's 'connections' over there.

"So what kind of people do you think they are?"

Instead of answering the girl's curiosity directly, Cassandra answered the question with a question.

"I felt like they weren't trying to find a solution to the problem, but rather arguing as if they were venting their anger... the kind of argument where they wished the other person would just disappear immediately."

Chtholly frowned slightly as she expressed her opinion.

Moreover, they were all so engrossed in their verbal battle that no one noticed or cared that Cassandra's deputy had changed.

“You’re right, it was indeed an argument, but it had reached a level that could tear the entire country apart, and there was nothing I could do about it…”

Cassandra sighed deeply.

If she had any wish to place on the Holy Grail, it was to make France a normal country. She didn't aspire to be a dominant power in Europe; she just wanted it to be normal.

This wish isn't unreasonable, is it?

Other countries: A normal France? We still vividly remember how a normal France in history treated us!

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"Once we get the Holy Grail, none of these problems will matter."

Seeing this, Chtholly spoke up to comfort her.

"Yes, if the Holy Grail really can grant wishes... then what about you? Saber, don't you have any wishes you want to fulfill?"

Cassandra acknowledged her own wish, but then she curiously asked Ctholly what Ctholly wished to fulfill.

"My wish has already come true..."

Chtholly replied with a smile.

That radiant smile made Cassandra feel a sour taste in her mouth, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. She regretted asking such a hurtful question.

After all, this girl has etched the title of "the happiest girl in the world" into her very soul, so what other wishes could she possibly have?

Even if it were possible, it would be about spending a lifetime with the one you love. Such a thing would probably not be a big deal for 'that world,' and there would be no need to make a wish using the Holy Grail.

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Jingle Bell……

Just then, a phone call came in. Cassandra reluctantly took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID. It was the Foreign Minister calling.

"Hello? It's me."

[Ms. Cassandra, this is an envoy from the Vatican. The Vatican's envoy has arrived and says he wishes to see you.]

The foreign minister on the other end of the phone sounded breathless, as if he had been frightened; his voice was even a little off-key.

"A non-diplomatic envoy?"

Cassandra felt a sharp pain in her stomach after hearing this. The fact that the Vatican sent such an undisclosed, non-diplomatic envoy at this time was probably related to the Holy Grail ceremony.

[Madam, please come over quickly!]

Hearing the urgent urging from the phone, Cassandra couldn't help but wonder if the Foreign Minister was being threatened with a sword. She then said, "I'll be right there," and hung up the phone. She and Chtholly then leisurely made their way to the Foreign Ministry's meeting room.

Foreign Minister: I'm at 8 AM! (French profanity)

Pushing open the door to the meeting hall, Cassandra saw the Foreign Minister standing like a lackey, and the few medieval knights dressed as 'canned goods' who had come with the Vatican envoy.

No wonder the minister was so afraid.

They weren't cosplaying; they were Vatican knights of honor, the real kind who would actually kill people.

"Ms. Cassandra."

The Vatican representative rose and shook hands with Cassandra politely.

“Father Robert? No, I should call you Bishop now.”

Cassandra was quite surprised that the Vatican would send this old friend. Although she and the other party did not get along well verbally during the Egyptian uprising, they had fought side by side and had some camaraderie.

She also noticed that Bishop Robert was wearing a glove on his right hand. Neither the lowest-ranking priests nor the pope would wear gloves when shaking hands. This unusual situation could only mean one thing…

He was also chosen by the Holy Grail ritual and possessed three Command Seals on his hands.

"Just a bishop who was temporarily promoted."

Bishop Robert gave a wry smile.

His poor performance in Egypt last time led to a barrage of criticism from a group of cardinals. Fortunately, the current pope intervened and said that dealing with the corrupt believers within the party was the priority, which saved him from further trouble.

"Excuse me, ma'am, may I leave now?"

The Foreign Minister, who seemed about to urinate, quietly asked Cassandra a question.

"go."

Cassandra only gave this brief answer.