Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Theoretically, Kallen should not be involved in a war like the Holy Grail War at all, because her qualities as a Master are probably only better than ordinary people.

Yesterday's own consumption was probably quite difficult for Kallen. If it ended any slower, I'm afraid that in order to maintain her own existence, the contract would forcefully squeeze Kallen's lifespan to convert magic power.

From this point of view, Roland's timely healing of magic was indeed helping her.

But in this situation, if the master is not replenished with magic power, then the only objects left to replenish magic power are...

Even though she had already made up her mind before, such a sudden situation still made Joan hesitate to speak.

But what was worse than that was that it was too late for her to regret it.

"Then, for future considerations, let's start preparations now."

Such words came to the ears of Miss Saint.

Feeling the approaching warmth, she subconsciously took a step back.

Then, she staggered and fell into the other end of the confessional, which was the room used by priests to confess to believers. Through the mesh panes, she could even see Karen's unsightly appearance from the corner of her eye. .

Such a familiar and vivid fate made Miss Joan feel a deep and uncontrollable regret.

She had never regretted so much that she had rashly agreed to Roland out of guilt without asking him clearly before.

Do not--

When I met this guy last night, I should have followed my intuition and instinctive warning and turned around and ran away immediately.

If I successfully ran away, would the outcome be different?

Joan of Arc retreated step by step, but until her weak body hit a solid wall and there was no way out behind her, the almighty revelation did not give her an answer, as if it had already given an answer.

What was even worse was the intense dizziness brought upon her by the ambiguous atmosphere, the close male warmth, and the strange and strong smell.

Miss Saint's breathing also became a little rapid.

In the final analysis, she is just a pure girl. Before she got her mission, she would inevitably fantasize about meeting her beloved in the future, and then dedicating to him what she has protected so far.

Only then did she realize that during the waiting time, although her will was unwavering, her body was still very honest.

Because there are some things that even for a pure saint do not need to be taught.

Joan of Arc's pretty face turned red, like a burning cloud in the sky.

The crystal blue pupils were also glowing with mist-like water.

From Roland's pupils as clear as pure rubies, Miss Saint could clearly see a trace of seductiveness about herself that she had never experienced before.

Her body leaning against the wall also slipped a little. Under the hem of her skirt, her legs wrapped in white stockings were intertwined with each other and began to rub uneasily.

Under such actions, the maid's uniform, which was not strict at first, became messy, which highlighted the girl's beautiful body curves and her skin, which was as white as the first snow, but was slowly dyed red at the moment.

"Um...don't..."

Joan of Arc subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked the crystal on the corner of her mouth, her throat trembling slightly.

As soon as she made this move, Miss Saint regretted it.

That's right, because the contrast was so great, even Roland was stunned by Joan's appearance. He didn't know whether this vague action was resistance or acquiescence.

After seeing Roland's performance, Joan of Arc felt even more ashamed.

When did her voice become so soft and soft?

And this shameless action, isn't it just like inviting the other party?

The firm belief that will not waver, the guilt and determination arising from Karen's situation, and the fantasy and instinct from her childhood. Between the three entangled with each other, there is finally only one left lingering in the heart of Miss Saint. idea.

Gu...kill me.

Chapter 269 The Fall of the Saint

Roland slowly approached Jeanne who was a little limp, sighing secretly.

Kallen was completely right. Rather than using violent control to seal the opponent's power, using soft knives to revive her own girlish sensibility little by little was much more effective.

The firm and cold eyes before were now only blurry and filled with mist-like water.

Using pure faith to sublimate the spirit, but neglecting the body, as long as it is not a tool like Solomon that does not even have a self, even the saint, even the steel-like will, will inevitably fall into conflict with her under such stimulation. Instinct to compromise.

With Joan of Arc's current state, she simply couldn't resist as usual.

If Roland is willing, he can easily get it, but this level cannot satisfy him.

As long as she escapes from this state, the faith that cannot shake even the evil in this world will save Joan from it. The eyes containing chaotic desire can still retain a little clarity and express vague resistance, which is enough to prove Joan of Arc still didn't give in completely.

"Do not……"

The saintly lady murmured to herself, describing her last persistence in feeble words. This gesture was undoubtedly very endearing.

Roland, who was already a little moved, couldn't help but stop and let reason and desire be balanced.

With Joan of Arc's current appearance, as long as things continue naturally, Miss Saint will fall.

Now the slight resistance in front of me will instantly break down and even become active.

But in this case, all the previous efforts will be in vain. After everything is over, the soul door that has been pried open by Karen and slightly pushed open will probably be completely closed.

After that, if you want to encounter this kind of scene again, in addition to spending a lot of energy, you also need to wait for the right time.

Although it would be nice to turn the other person into a canary in a cage for viewing, this is undoubtedly a waste of the girl's value.

Roland's ultimate goal is to make the noble saint completely his own.

Both physically and spiritually.

Therefore, the next step is the final battle. If Joan of Arc does not completely defeat Joan's concept of achieving her protective purpose through old-fashioned selflessness, Miss Saint may fall, but she will never give in.

You must make the other person realize fundamentally that he can't do anything and that everything he insists on is meaningless.

What supports Joan's faith is her past experience. She follows the Lord's revelation and moves forward, responding to the call of inhibition to eliminate unstable changes.

During this process, Joan of Arc also encountered dilemmas, but she tried her best to save everything every time. With the help of revelation and restraint, she never really experienced the despair of not getting what she wanted.

After all, even if she encounters that kind of situation, she will inherit the victim's will, help him revenge, and save the world.

Therefore, she will feel compassion for the people, and will do her best to give up immediate interests to save those who are threatened, but in the face of the real big issues of right and wrong, Miss Saint will never be weak.

People who can self-destruct always have this confidence.

It is very difficult to shake this untainted will, but once the key points are grasped, Joan's character may become distorted and she will be completely mentally corrupted.

At that time, even if Roland asked her to help hold him down or even guard the door outside, Miss Saint would lower her head in shame while obediently becoming an accomplice in pushing other innocent people into the pit of fire.

Oops... This picture is so tempting. Just thinking about it makes Roland unable to help himself.

Thanks to Karen's previous help, otherwise it would have been quite a test of his willpower to resist this temptation.

Roland took a deep breath and got closer to Jeanne.

Amid the passionate gasps, the girl also realized her state. She suppressed the illusion that her whole body was on fire and looked at Roland stubbornly.

She did not speak in a weak tone like before, but tried to make a fierce expression as much as possible, but against the backdrop of that rosy face, it was more or less not very convincing.

"Well, I'm going to start..."

Roland showed a meaningful smile, gently brushed the messy hair next to the girl's temples, and straightened it.

He did it deliberately slowly, because after getting closer, Roland could clearly feel that the girl had accurately grasped the last straw in her chaotic emotions.

"Roland, please, please change the conditions... As long as it's something else, I will do it no matter what."

Miss Saint looked at Roland, who was only a few feet away from her, and her mood unexpectedly calmed down.

"What other conditions? As a prisoner, I can still say such things. Sometimes I feel that I am too talkative."

It's really outstanding. At such a moment, he can still accurately grasp the key points, even cater to his own preferences, and deliberately show a state of surrender.

It seems that Joan of Arc's ability to become the saint who saves France is not entirely dependent on revelation. Such a humble plea seems to have given up all the principles of being a saint, but as long as he agrees, the other party will immediately pull the trigger. Keep Karen as far away as possible... No, she should directly use her identity as a saint to inform the church, so that the secrets of this Holy Grail War can be revealed, thereby nullifying it, and finally blowing herself up.

In another world line, when the enemy uses the sky garden as a fortress, it can be seen from the fact that Joan of Arc can naturally propose the use of strategic bombers, bunker bombs, missiles and even satellite missiles. She will never stick to such rules. figure.

As Roland thought about it, his hands unconsciously arranged the shiny hair to the back of his white neck and stopped.

This behavior seemed to encourage Joan. She controlled her rapid breathing and continued to persuade Roland.

"And I can't make you...satisfied. I've never learned anything about this, and I'm usually very careless..."

"It doesn't matter. It's better to say that turning the saint virgin into a real saint will reward me."

He lowered his head skillfully and placed his palms on the girl's weak shoulders.

"Besides, I won't even waste the big meal delivered to my door. And with your intelligence, this gap in experience will be made up soon. There is still a lot of time left for us. , don’t worry at all.”

Indeed, tonight's Christmas Eve is still very long before dawn.

But who would worry about this!

Miss Saint's heart tightened, and she finally realized how firm Roland's will was.

This bastard and scumbag probably had no intention of letting him go from the beginning. The attitude that seemed to be easy to talk to before was just a disguise before his true nature was exposed.

At a distance as close as a lover, Joan of Arc could clearly see Roland's unabashed eyes, full of greed and ambition.

When all attempts to escape were ineffective, Miss Saint finally had no choice but to spit out all the unhappiness in her heart before she fell.

She hooked Roland's neck with her backhand, exerted a slight force on her flexible waist, and locked the other person's body with her slender legs.

In such an ambiguous posture, Jeanne spoke softly.

"Then it's as you wish. However, I can't guarantee that I won't take you to be buried in the fire at the critical moment. At that time, will you still have the time to let my soul leave my body? Even if it's a beast , it’s not a good feeling to be treated like this.”

When Roland came out of the confessional, the blockade previously placed on her was gradually lifted out of consideration for her enjoyment. In such an intimate distance, this threat was still quite convincing.

However, the smile on Roland's face still did not fade away.

"Buried in the fire? I'm really curious about how it would feel under this temperature. However, you don't really think that the lines tattooed on your body are just beautiful."

Such relaxed words made Jeanne seem to realize something.

As the strong abnormality began to spread around her limbs with the lines as the center, wave after wave, like the beach at low tide, constantly repeating the process of ebb and flow, slowly wrapped around Joan of Arc's body. Body.

This feeling like a curse has turned the pleasure itself into a kind of pain.

Joan of Arc's thoughts suddenly turned into a mass of mush. The lines did not seal her own power as a servant, but in turn gave her blessings... in terms of perception.

At this moment, everything that the Holy Lady sensed was magnified a thousand times.

The touch of the stockings, the close warmth, and the previous desire of the body instantly defeated Joan's rationality. Under the unconscious friction of her legs, the saint who experienced it for the first time could not control herself at all.

"If you truly understood how big the level gap is between us, you wouldn't say such ridiculous words."

Looking at Joan of Arc who was almost unable to move, Roland's mouth curled up in a chilling arc.

Joan of Arc is not a hero, but a saint who has received enlightenment. Her pure and tenacious heart is both her incomparable advantage and her biggest breakthrough.

"Well……"

Facing Roland, who really no longer concealed himself, Jeanne's mind went blank. There were countless reasons to resist, but her body could not move, as if she was really just a country girl.

She didn't know whether it was fear or relief, but she just responded blankly.

Until the other party took the initiative to separate, she even sighed softly as if she was lost.

After being punished, the girl's pupils had become watery, blurred and out of focus. Even the corners of her lips and fair neck were tinged with bright red.

Joan of Arc has reached her limit, and the next step is to decide which route to take.

Therefore, Roland must completely penetrate the wall of her heart that maintains her obsession.

"Roland, I will not give in..."

"Of course you can't. Joan of Arc is a saint who protects the world...how could she succumb to the devil?"

Seeing Joan's unconvincing but still arrogant state, Roland's tone also softened.

"So, those sacrifices are necessary."

Roland said in a rather affectionate tone.

"——For this world itself, the value of Kallen as a person is nothing, right?"

"She is neither a great man who can push the world forward, nor a hero who can spread the gospel. She is just a little nun who can be seen everywhere in the churches of this era. The meaning of her being able to live a happy life is the same as that of Miss Joan of Arc. mission is nothing compared to that."

"If she hadn't been so lucky to be chosen, you wouldn't have even met."

This is sophistry. If Joan of Arc didn't care about Karen at all, she wouldn't have been led step by step by Roland to this state. But for the saintly lady with a very strong sense of morality, just this idea is lethal enough. .