Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

In the attack just now, Joan of Arc managed to hold on.

"Is this your power? This has already surpassed the level of heroes and gods, and it's just a casual attack..."

Joan of Arc's breathing became extremely heavy, and her lips unconsciously tightened on her tense face.

"But you still managed to pull through. Although I held back, even a first-rate Servant would have been destroyed under normal circumstances. You're amazing."

Roland was generous with his praise, but this attitude itself showed silent contempt.

He looked at the tattered flag, his eyes becoming more and more interested.

Although it was only A-grade as a barrier weapon, combined with Jeanne's EX-grade anti-magic ability, Roland was amazed at its defensive power.

A-level anti-magic power can resist miracles like a single stroke of the Command Seal, and can withstand the magic of the God-era magician. Jeanne's high-level resistance, after being converted into physical defense by the Noble Phantasm, can even resist Roland's breath.

Although the degree of consumption is terrible, it is quite interesting to see that the flag has not been completely damaged.

However, it should be impossible to release unlimited anti-city treasures... Although setting the defense to this level is already outrageous.

"This is a miracle born out of the Lord's teachings. I am merely its practitioner."

"What a humble answer. For a believer, it's such a pity to be burned to death." Roland laughed, with a playful look in his eyes. "I am really looking forward to seeing you in the future. Before you give in, please dance to your heart's content, Saint Lady."

The next moment, before Joan of Arc could understand the meaning of Roland's words, she was hit by the sudden burst of red light again.

"Well--!"

Although it was not as ferocious as before, the red light this time only flashed for a moment, but Joan of Arc's body was still swept into the air like a piece of paper.

The explosive power caused the holy girl to scream instinctively, and her mind was filled with a strong sense of crisis. But even so, facing the attack that she couldn't even capture its trajectory, Joan of Arc was powerless. She could only twist her body in the air, using the power of waving the flag as support, and then rolled on the ground and fell down in a mess.

During this process, she felt a constant burning pain in her waist, and she looked as if she had no more strength to move on.

But she didn't even have time to check her condition before a dark figure appeared in front of her.

With just one step, Roland crossed the space and came in front of Joan of Arc in the face of Joan of Arc's incredulous eyes. He bent his legs slightly and swung them out, making a thunderous sound that resounded throughout the street again.

"boom--!"

Under the unparalleled power, the atmosphere roared fiercely, crushing and slashing towards Jeanne d'Arc.

In an instant, Joan of Arc, who had not yet been able to regroup, could only barely raise the holy flag in her hand to resist, but this action caused her legs to sink directly into the ground. Then, instead of being exhausted, her whole body was forced to lean back under the increasing force, and she rolled on the ground like a wheel amid the roar of shattered earth.

Even under the protection of the flag, Joan of Arc could feel the deadly heat coming towards her in the form of rolling heat waves.

If the treasure she relied on was completely damaged, the armor on her body would probably be turned into charcoal the moment it came into contact with her.

Faced with the irresistible momentum, Joan of Arc had to stick the flag into the ground to stop herself from retreating. But before she could get up, the red flames attacked her again along the path she left on the ground!

The girl's pupils shrank and she bit her lower lip in anger. Under such a terrifying flame, she was not even qualified to compete with Roland.

The only thing to be thankful for is that she will not suffer any external harm until the flag is completely damaged.

——But that’s all.

To activate the effect of this Noble Phantasm, Joan of Arc must maintain the action of raising the flag, and the feedback caused by maintaining this action will still be transmitted to her intact.

Just like when she was under attack from a castle treasure, she could block all the damage like a reef, but it would definitely consume more physical strength to maintain the flag-raising action under that kind of light.

For a heroic spirit, this level of loss is far from being a burden, but as the magnitude changes, the weight of this burden becomes completely different.

"Woo——"

Joan of Arc groaned and used the flagpole to resist the violent attack for countless times. The silver-white gauntlets on her arms had been completely shattered and her arms were extremely numb.

She was originally a warrior who changed her career halfway through her career. Although the skills she had honed on the battlefield were not bad, she was still far from being able to find flaws in Roland's watertight attacks.

Joan of Arc can only hold on now and can't see any hope at all.

"What's wrong, Lady Saint? Are you exhausted now? Although I haven't had enough fun yet, if you are willing to give in, it's not impossible to end it early."

Roland naturally would not miss this opportunity. He continued with the physical oppression while taking a two-pronged approach.

"After all, this world has nothing to do with you. Even if you can save them, what can it do? Humanity will still seek its own death and go to destruction. This is fate, and it has nothing to do with your will. No matter how noble your love is, you will eventually fall into darkness because of this hopeless future. They are not even the people of your homeland, and they will not remember your achievements. But you have to sacrifice yourself for this. Is it worth it?"

“Nothing could be more rewarding.”

There was no trace of confusion in the girl's words, and her determined eyes did not waver at all.

Even under the protection of the holy flag, the armor on her shoulders, abdomen, and chest were cracked and were slowly disappearing, and the crimson color was gradually spreading over the black and white maid outfit.

Her voice was trembling and her body was covered with bruises.

But in Roland's eyes, this girl who died before she even reached the age of 20 was shining with a golden enlightenment and brilliance without a trace of gloom.

"The people of this era really have nothing to do with me."

"But even so, they are innocent, no different from the people I once had to protect."

"What a shame... I've decided. I'm going to make you mine. Whether it's submission or training, it would be a shame if I didn't leave my mark on every inch of your body."

Roland couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, but such lewd words left Joan of Arc speechless.

She had faced a lot of malicious intent, and was even pushed to the stake by an ambitious and lustful person, meeting her death amid the cheers of the people. It was also very common for high-ranking officials to feel disgusted with her holy spirit, but for the Saint Lady, this was the first time that such clear desire for her body was targeted.

Her pure and innocent mind did not understand the specific meaning of this word, but even as an illiterate, Joan of Arc could understand the desire behind it.

Faced with such an insult, if it were any other hero, they would probably rather fight to the death and end their life with a quick death than continue to stay in this mediocre environment.

But Joan of Arc never considered herself a hero. She was just a guardian with responsibilities, so she could never act on her own.

If she used her ultimate treasure, the Red Lotus Saint, who was born for the sake of salvation and whose destructive power was immeasurable, she might be able to temporarily stop Roland's actions.

Even if it only makes him miss the Holy Grail War, it will be her victory.

Therefore, she had to take advantage of the other party's carelessness and arrogance. Joan of Arc raised her head and tried to move her body to the side, shortening the distance between herself and Roland while expressing her awareness.

"No matter what situation I'm in, my soul will only serve my Lord, evil demon, you can't take even a little bit of it away!"

"That's true, it makes me even more excited!"

As if he had heard something funny, Roland's mouth curled up in a vicious arc. He took the initiative to approach Joan of Arc, grabbed the tattered flag, exerted a little force, and with irresistible force, he physically snatched it from Joan of Arc's hand!

Good opportunity——!

At this distance, even he couldn't avoid it!

The Saint Lady did not feel disappointed when her most powerful trump card, the treasure, was taken away. Instead, she went with the flow and used the force to fall towards Roland.

At the same time, her hand reached towards her waist, trying to reach the sword.

Her true trump card, the 'Holy Maiden of Red Lotus'.

Although the cost of using this treasure would directly cost her her life, the immeasurable destructive power could not be ignored even by beasts, because this was not an attack with hatred or resentment, but a special attack that crystallized the pure mental landscape of the saint with the concept of salvation.

However, this kind of self-destructive attack could not move Roland in the slightest.

Before Jeanne's hand touched the treasure, he grabbed her arm.

"The soul will not fall? Although I don't think that's entirely true, but considering that the evils of this world cannot create your dark side, this is still very convincing."

An attack that merely locked one arm would not be enough to stop a heroic spirit like Jeanne d'Arc. At the very least, both of her arms would have to be broken.

But when her hand was only one step away from the treasure, Jeanne suddenly stopped.

Roland did not cause any harm to her. The only change was in her soul.

Her soul floated outside her body like an illusory light and shadow, like an outer garment. This way, she would not be immediately considered dead by the Holy Grail and return directly, nor would she be able to control her own body.

"Fortunately, I'm not that interested in souls. Compared to getting your heart, this method is more suitable for me."

Roland's eyes moved upwards slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as if he saw Joan of Arc floating outside of her empty shell.

It was a smile like a successful prank.

"what is that……"

Jeanne asked subconsciously as she looked at the green sheep mark.

Although souls can only convey information through dreams, there is naturally no such limitation for Roland.

"It's just a simple soul leaving the body. Although there were some troubles at the beginning, the mystery of the soul is now very simple for me."

Roland said calmly, "It may be a bit troublesome for the main body, but the servant is just a side effect of the consciousness and spiritual foundation, so it can be separated."

Looking at Roland, who was explaining while skillfully stretching out his hands and rubbing his face, the girl couldn't help but scream in shame.

"What's wrong? Don't want me to rub your face? Then you can find another place."

Roland's gaze calmly moved towards Joan of Arc's plump chest, and he sighed a little.

"Although you look exactly the same, the difference in size is huge. I remember that you were only 19 years old when you were alive. The Knight King would probably be very depressed if he saw you."

The irresistible teasing made the Saint's face turn red in her soul state. She looked at Roland with gritted teeth and kept waving her pink fists at Roland's chest, making a final powerless resistance.

But Joan of Arc, who was unable to interfere with reality, could only watch Roland hug her body.

The distance between their ears and temples made the Saint Lady close her eyes in fear.

"Don't worry, even if it was me, I wouldn't be so unromantic and finish it here."

Roland glanced at the flames gradually disappearing in the distance. "It's almost over over there, and it's time to rest. With such a big commotion, there's no way Tokyo won't react. If it starts now, I'm afraid today's headlines will become about you and me."

"Woo..."

Thinking of that scene, the controlled girl let out a cute cry like a small animal.

"Besides, I have ideas that are more exciting than this,"

Roland lowered his head again and put it close to the saint's ear.

"For a being like you, ordinary people are just part of the concept to be protected. What really makes you despair is a more specific object... For example, in front of your Master."

"Luo...Lan, you can't..."

The girl glared at Roland, as if she hoped to convey her will through such a fierce expression, but this only made Roland laugh even more happily.

He admired the Saint Lady's struggle, picked up her body skillfully, and drew a few strokes in the air, leaving burning lines that could be felt even in the soul state, locked on Joan of Arc's lower abdomen.

As the lines took shape, Joan of Arc's soul returned to her body, but her immobile state remained unchanged.

"In the following time, please please me more, Miss Saint who will not yield?"

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By the time Joan of Arc regained control of her body, she had returned to the church.

The girl propped up her weak body and muttered subconsciously.

"what happened?"

Perhaps because the peaceful bells and warm atmosphere around her were so beautiful, she almost thought that everything that happened before was just a dream.

Until that gentle voice appeared.

"I took you back to the church."

Sitting on the bench opposite, Roland put his hands on the back of the chair, looking at Joan of Arc with a smile, without any respect for the surrounding atmosphere.

"The battle over there is over. Not only did that unlucky goddess fail to force Archer to use his Noble Phantasm, she also took the initiative to expose her own existence and Saber's current state. The next time they meet, I'm afraid there will definitely be a winner between the two... Come to think of it, is the bloodline of the Tōsaka family so powerful? Obviously, that child Sakura..."

So the war last night is over?

Thinking back to the horrific scene she had seen in the distance when she had been to the battlefield before, Jeanne could foresee the despair in the eyes of her colleagues and the people of the church.

However, this is not what she should worry about now.

"Let Kallen go..."

The girl struggled to get up, but her knees went weak and she fell to the ground unconsciously.

But even so, she still glared at Roland, who was holding Kallen's shoulders and forcing her to half lean on her arms.

"Don't be impulsive. Your current condition is no different from that of an average person. After such a heavy amount of exercise yesterday, it's better for you to take a good rest today."

Looking at Joan of Arc's current appearance, Roland frowned slightly and waved his hands. The invisible force sent Joan of Arc back to the chair, suppressing her and making her unable to move.

Seeing Jeanne's appearance, Kallen, who was cowering in Roland's arms, unconsciously grasped the hem of her nun's uniform and stood up.

"Lord Roland...can you let me have a few words with Ruler?"

Hearing Kallen's words, Roland turned his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but in the end, he nodded.

Kallen stood up and sat next to Jeanne, allowing her, who was unable to move, to lean back in the chair in a more comfortable position.

"It's okay, Ruler. I have already negotiated with the other party. As long as you meet his conditions, he will remove your seal and allow you to continue to participate in the Holy Grail War."

"Master...I'm sorry, I failed."