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"So, if you want to have some fun with me next, it's you."

Along with Roland's words, a white flag embroidered with irises appeared, as well as a petite girl with braided blonde hair holding it and looking at Roland with a firm gaze.

She made the announcement before the battle in a clear voice.

"—That's it! The Beast of the Apocalypse!"

Chapter 265: Jeanne d'Arc

"The Beast of Apocalypse, it's been a long time since anyone called me by this name," Roland raised his eyebrows. "So, you are the ruler. Only people related to him would call me by this name."

For most people, Roland's human evil attributes come before his specific powers. The Six Beasts is the most appropriate name for him. Only people in the Holy Church who are closely related to him would rank his antichrist attributes before human evil.

And seeing the face that is very similar to Saber, and the simple and pure temperament of a saint, the identity of the girl is not difficult to guess.

"Joan of Arc, the Saint of France, you really have a heart-stirring radiance in your body."

"As you said, I am Jeanne d'Arc, who was summoned to this war as a ruler. I am here to find and resolve the changes in this Holy Grail War that will threaten human history!"

Without any awareness of the Holy Grail War, Joan of Arc announced her identity in a sonorous and heroic voice. This action was enough to demonstrate the girl's determination and courage.

Roland nodded. Although the other party seemed to be a gullible naive person, Joan of Arc was very serious at the moment, as if because of her identity. Her expression was extremely serious, with a strong sense of vigilance. Her graceful back was straight, perfectly showing her sacred and inviolable beauty.

But what attracted Roland's attention more than this was not the iris flag that looked more like a decoration than a weapon, nor was it Jeanne's delicate, doll-like face that was more lively than Saber's.

——It’s a girl’s outfit.

"So... are you keeping up with the times and recreating the legend of yourself going to the battlefield in simple attire as a peasant's daughter?"

Roland held his chin in his hand and pondered for a while, his expression somewhat subtle.

"But isn't it a bit too much to go straight from linen clothes to such a revealing maid outfit?"

That’s right, maybe because she was rushing to the battlefield, Joan of Arc was wearing a very Japanese-style maid outfit, and the skirt didn’t even go above her knees, highlighting her slender waist and upright figure.

With the black over-the-knee socks, the light blonde hair tied into a pigtail and the holy temperament, the temptation brought by this contrast made Roland stare at her intently.

"Whoa!"

"Why are you the one who's surprised? You've been wearing this outfit for quite a while now, so you should be used to it even if it's cosplay."

Roland closed his eyes and looked at Joan of Arc with a puzzled expression.

Joan of Arc blinked awkwardly, facing Roland's aggressive gaze, and subconsciously put one hand on the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down as much as possible. However, the original design of the dress did not support such unscrupulous behavior, so it made the girl seem a little reluctant.

"It's not cosplay! This is a serious job!"

As if to prove her words, Jeanne moved her slender fingers that were pressed against her chest slightly downwards and pulled out a stack of church leaflets.

Although she regretted not covering herself with spiritual equipment that would affect her speed in order to get to the battlefield earlier, the nature of this matter was very serious!

"As long as you wear this kind of clothing and hand out flyers, if everything goes well, you can earn enough for a day's food expenses in half a day! And the people attracted can also help the church, which is in financial difficulties, to do its part in providing relief to disaster victims. This kind of thing is not surprising at all."

"Oh..." Hearing this, Roland looked at Jeanne with even more pity, "You must be working so hard for such a low salary."

"This statement is so insulting! There is no distinction between high and low occupations!"

"Yeah... Let's just take it as it is. Your Master is really a bad person."

Looking at Joan of Arc, who was standing there in a daze, blushing, turning her head away, and completely throwing away the saint's mask, Roland laughed even more happily.

"Gu..."

Having this pointed out so clearly, even Jeanne could not refute it. No matter how naive she was, she could vaguely realize the Master's bad taste when she saw Kallen's happy smile when she put on that shameful outfit.

It's just that the other party's reasons were so legitimate that the uneducated girl couldn't find any means to replace this job. After this battle, she must give her master a good lecture!

But now is not the time to be shy about this!

Joan of Arc raised her head, grasped the holy spear beside her again, and looked straight in Roland's direction with stubborn eyes.

"No need to change the subject! Evil beast, this matter is of no consequence. I am here to punish you!"

"Attack me? Miss Jeanne, but the one you want to attack should be the source of the changes in the Holy Grail War, right? I am just a passing human evil. No matter how you look at it, I have nothing to do with that goal, right?"

"Don't be ridiculous! As the Beast of Apocalypse, it is your instinct to manifest the end of the world. Even if you don't participate in this Holy Grail War, I can't just let you do what you want."

Joan of Arc frowned, her pupils filled with solemnity.

"And you have clearly already appeared, but you still choose to lie dormant. If it weren't for the guidance of revelation, I wouldn't even be able to guess the possibility of your appearance. Sixth Beast, what are you planning?"

Jeanne has a revelation of A rank.

Although the performance does not deviate much from Saber's intuition, there is an essential difference between the two.

Intuition is the sixth sense that enables one to make appropriate judgments about the current situation. It comes from instinct, while revelation is a little more mysterious.

After establishing a goal, the person with revelation will be given clues about all the relevant conditions for achieving the goal.

For example, before killing the dragon, you need to find the sword that can restrain it in advance, avoid the traps in the castle, and find its hiding place, just like the official strategy guide.

This is why servants like Saints can hardly be summoned under normal conditions.

But Roland still looked calm and composed. He first corrected the way he called Joan of Arc.

"My name is Roland. Although I don't hate the name of the Beast of Apocalypse, being too modest is not a virtue to be admired."

Looking at the young man who said in a matter-of-fact tone that he was greater than beasts, the Saint became even more confused.

Influenced by her past experiences, she thought that she was not a likable person. In addition, as a judge, it was normal for her to start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

However, Roland, who was even more twisted than any other Servants in this Holy Grail War, always communicated with her calmly. It seemed that they were not unable to communicate. Therefore, Joan of Arc had no intention of launching a direct attack.

But the other party's next sentence made her completely lose her composure.

"Besides, are you sure that your revelation really includes the specific item of coming to attack me?"

Roland stared at Joan of Arc, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

As he expected, after he pointed this out, Joan of Arc shut her mouth speechlessly and gave him a somewhat uneasy look.

"In the revelation... there is indeed no order to attack you. It just asked me to rush to this battlefield."

The Saint Lady, who didn't like lying, clenched the spear in her hand, nodded awkwardly, and acknowledged Roland's statement.

Roland shrugged helplessly at this result, not at all surprised.

When he heard Joan of Arc openly reveal her purpose, he realized that the other party's existence was not the result of some restraining force looking for trouble.

What is the root cause of the abnormality that caused the Holy Grail War?

In this Holy Grail War, this matter had nothing to do with him. From the Holy Grail to the shady dealings of the contestants, everything was in accordance with his own will and linked together by the coincidence of gravity and the manipulation of Aika Sajo.

This time, Roland was just a simple contestant, and he followed the rules from summoning heroic spirits to participating in battles.

Although everything was caused by him, he had no involvement in the process. Moreover, if the revelation really had ill intentions towards him, King Solomon would not have appeared at all.

As the person closest to God in the orthodox sense, if he wants to avoid accidents, he should not be summoned as a Servant at all.

After all, as long as you don't enter the game, you won't lose. This principle is simple but very useful.

In this situation, the fact that Joan of Arc still entered the scene and headed straight for him was very subtle. This style was more like the work of restraint than the so-called god...

"If I am really related to this incident, the content of the revelation cannot be so vague."

“…The revelation cannot be wrong.”

Jeanne's eyes narrowed and she spoke calmly.

"I didn't say that revelation was wrong. It always points out the right way to achieve a goal. So, is it possible that it was delivered to you today because it is the right way? Just like what humans did in the past to survive, in order to appease the wrath of God, they naturally had to..."

Looking at Jeanne who turned away and dared not look directly at him, Roland showed a dangerous smile and continued.

"——A sacrifice has been made."

These ironic words made the good-tempered Saint Lady frown.

Roland seemed unaware of this and continued talking.

"After all, even for me, the Saint's fall is a very interesting thing. So, do you want to escape now? Since you have brought quite a lot of fun, it's okay to let you go tonight. It will be more interesting in the future."

Just as if he was reluctant to eat a precious snack, Roland offered quite generous conditions.

But Joan just closed her eyes.

When she opened her azure eyes again, she had returned to being the resilient saint she had been before.

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed as Roland said. Although he is also a guardian of the inhibitory force, he came this time with the rank of ruler, but he does not have the same privileges as usual. This itself has a strange taste.

The same is true for Roland's existence. Even if a single beast is a young one, the possibility of her defeating it alone is too small.

In addition, Roland still exists in this world and human nature is still well established. Although Joan of Arc doesn't want to admit it, Roland's statement may indeed be close to the truth.

But even so, her decision would not change in the slightest.

As a saint tasked with clearing abnormalities, this was never something anyone asked her to do, but rather a spontaneous act of Joan of Arc following her own good nature.

Just like when she faced her own fate and the betrayal of those people she saved in her homeland, she still did not resent anyone.

She just did what she was supposed to do and never asked for any extra compensation.

Even if the enemies she faced changed from the British army to heroes pursuing their wishes, and from heroes to evil beasts that could burn away human decency.

Joan of Arc was covered in silver-white armor and simple clothes, and the flag she held was moving without wind.

"call……"

Jeanne took a deep breath, thinking back to the displaced people she had seen along the way, the razed Shinjuku, and the people in this city who were terrified and worried about the disaster that might befall them at any time. She once again made a declaration to Roland.

"Fallen beast, no... Roland, I will punish you."

From a realistic point of view, such behavior is like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

But if she really exists as a sacrifice, then let her play a greater role.

The noble saint's other hand unconsciously dropped down and grasped the sword that was still lying safely in the sheath.

The next moment, the ground suddenly broke apart, and spider-web-like cracks spread out densely. In the smoke and dust, Joan of Arc waved the holy flag in her hand and smashed it directly at Roland's body, showing her determination with her actions!

however--

"If the guy I beat up before saw you using a gun to hit someone, he would probably be very angry... No, maybe he would say that this is also a way of fighting, and then teach you a more convenient technique?"

Roland gently grasped the tip of the gun, and raised his iron-like arm slightly, as if he did not feel the force exerted on it by Joan of Arc at all. He lifted the flag in his hand vertically, letting the girl's body fly directly into the air, and then smashed it down fiercely!

"Bam—!"

In the huge pit, looking at the unharmed Joan of Arc, Roland nodded with satisfaction.

Although he showed mercy in this attack, he was able to relax because the Shadow Kingdom was backing him up. Even if it was Saber, without activating her Noble Phantasm to evade, she would be broken bones if she took this attack relying solely on her physical fitness.

Joan of Arc was able to withstand this blow because of the power of her Noble Phantasm.

Just like how she uses it, the original purpose of this flag was not to kill the enemy, but to inspire and defend.

As a permanent Noble Phantasm, the flag can convert Jeanne's extraordinary EX anti-magic power into the most solid defense.

"Very good... If you are too fragile, I will be a little distressed. Nothing pleases me more than the struggle before falling into despair."

Roland raised his hand, allowing the red flames to condense in it. The vast true ether around him was like rivers flowing into the sea, stirring up a violent storm in the void. The heavy air pressure swept around like a hurricane, turning into an indescribable pressure. Joan of Arc, who had just stood up, seemed to be trapped in the deep sea and was heavily oppressed. She could only devote herself to the release of the treasure.

Then, he waved it gently downwards, and the dazzling fireworks as brilliant as the galaxy turned into a torrent that washed away everything around.

"——Next, it's time to surrender."

Chapter 266: Joan of Regret

The blinding light drew a long, dazzling streak in the sky, stretching straight to the sky.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be painted in a red color that was too red to look directly at. The strong flames illuminated the dark night as if it were midnight. Following closely was a roar that woke up the entire city.

The surrounding steel jungle, which had already become broken in the previous battle with Saber, was directly crushed, and the dark red molten flow fell into the cracked earth, like a bloody wound.

Faced with this terrifying force that causes tall buildings to collapse, soil and rocks to evaporate, and steel to boil, this space has turned into the ultimate melting pot, twisting all creation into unspeakable disasters.

After the light gradually faded away, the huge shock brought by the aftermath continued to spread. The burned atmosphere continued to pour in, turning into a countercurrent tornado, carrying the remaining temperature and ashes, and raging towards the surroundings.

And in this real hell, the girl's figure still stands like a reef.

There was an indelible look of fatigue on her face, and the white spear, which was a conceptual treasure, was covered with gray-black marks of burning, and there were scattered sparks in the gaps. The steaming white mist and dim light became the main colors of this flag.

The place where Jeanne had just stood had a trail of destruction that started from her position and spread out in a fan shape beyond the girl's vision.

The armor on the Saint's hand holding the gun was also full of cracks due to the reaction force, but no matter how miserable it looked, this appearance still showed a fact.