My mother's love song

The Saint lady held Rhodes' wrist again.

"Eh? What are you doing..."

"Come on, Caster! I'll help you make peace with everyone!"

"……What!?"

The people of Rhodes were dumbfounded.

Without further ado, Jeanne dragged him and ran wildly under Karna's gaze.

Soon, the two of them disappeared into the forest beside the highway.

Chapter 348 Do you like the sister who has 14 command spells?

"Miss Ruler, kidnapping is a serious crime. Do you really understand?"

Although Rhodes kept talking on the side, Jeanne still dragged him forcibly without any explanation.

"This is not kidnapping, Caster. I am just doing my job as the Ruler. I can't just sit there and watch you get ostracized by everyone! Let me help you!"

The girl's righteous voice was filled with earnest concern, but for some reason Rhodes read selfish desires in it.

Hmm, maybe it’s an illusion…

Rod said, "I don't need your help, and I'm not excluded."

"But if you continue like this, you will become the enemy of all 13 servants. Everyone will regard you as a thorn in their side. Maybe several people will unite to attack you. Do you think this is okay?"

"I do not mind."

Joan of Arc, who was at a loss for words, puffed up her cheeks, turned her head and looked at her with great resentment, and then

He gripped Rhodes' wrist tighter.

They half ran and half walked in the forest in the suburbs for about a few hundred meters. After confirming again and again that Karna had not caught up, the Saint Lady let go of his hand.

Jeanne brushed off the dust on her blue knee-high socks, turned around and gave Rhodes a beautiful and innocent smile: "You are not hurt, are you, Caster?"

That smile was so beautiful that it was filled with the radiance of a Madonna, but Rhodes was speechless.

“…No, it’s useless even if you smile at me like that. Can I go back now? The Master is still waiting for me.”

Seeing that Rhodes was completely uncooperative, Joan of Arc was not discouraged.

She stood proudly in front of Rhodes, stretched out her hand, and summoned the holy flag.

Why...want to beat me up?

Just as Rhodes was thinking this, Jeanne suddenly cleared her throat and raised the flag to the sky.

The girl's face was full of determination and tragedy.

"Lord, please allow me to once again wave this flag to save my country... no, to save the world.

Listen, all the heroic spirits gathered in this area who are capable of defeating thousands of enemies with one man!

Even if we are incompatible enemies."

"stop."

Rhodes grabbed her flag by force and pressed it down.

I'm tired of hearing this stuff.

"Eh? Wait! I haven't finished my declaration yet! Caster please don't interrupt me!"

"Joan of Arc."

"Ah, yes. Huh? How did you know my real name? Has my real name been leaked?"

Jeanne blinked her aqua blue eyes in a silly manner, and Rhodes trembled his lips and said.

"Joan of Arc. A 17-year-old girl born into a peasant family, she achieved miraculous successes in the Hundred Years' War between England and France.

A French hero who liberated Orleans, a Catholic saint who was slandered by his own side and ultimately died for his country.

There is no other Servant like you who is so brave, kind, full of faith, and a little neurotic in the entire history of mankind."

Hearing him say this, Jeanne lowered her head in embarrassment and stroked her cheek with her hand: "Ah, haha...thank you for the compliment. Actually, it's not as great as you said~"

Rod: “I’m not praising you.”

The Saint Lady, whose nose was about to turn up, straightened her plump chest and said, “Since you know who I am, it will be very convenient.

Caster, let me, Jeanne, help you make peace with the magician from the black camp, okay?

The Holy Grail War is a battle where your life is at stake. Even for the sake of your Master, you shouldn't make enemies everywhere now."

Her fanatical expression reminded Rhodes of the religious aunties he met on the streets of Tokyo.

"Come on. Let's put aside our prejudices and trust each other's backs! Let's hold the Holy Grail together! Nah? Nah? Nah?"

"unnecessary."

Rhodes ignored her extended hand.

"Hey~~~ Why is this happening?"

Like an ordinary girl who changes her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book, Jeanne pursed her lips and glared at Rhodes with resentful eyes.

"Caster is such a stupid fool!"

Rhode rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry about me, Ruler. You should have other important work, right? The supervisor of the Holy Grail War is not a kindergarten teacher. The internal conflicts of the Servant camp are not your responsibility, right?"

“That’s true. But if you black team fight among yourselves, it will only add to my workload. There are already 14 people in the Holy Grail War. If they are divided into three camps, it will be a complete mess…”

Halfway through her speech, Jeanne covered her mouth.

Ah... this guy spoke his true feelings.

"…Did you hear that just now?"

After Jeanne asked, Rhodes nodded.

"Forget it! Forget what just happened! I don't want you to quarrel because I think the work is too troublesome! Um, this is... yes, that's right! It's the will of the Holy Grail!

The chaos within your Black Party is something the Holy Grail does not want to see! So I must fulfill my duty as a supervisor, do my best to avoid this situation, and mediate the conflict within your Black Party."

Jeanne placed her left hand on her soft chest and explained this seriously.

But now her words no longer had any credibility in Rhodes' eyes.

"If that's the case, please forgive me for declining. I don't intend to listen to the Holy Grail. It's my freedom to fight whomever I want."

Rhodes turned away coldly, deciding not to pay any more attention to Jeanne.

"See you in Tuliface, Ruler."

He waved his hand and walked in the direction he came from.

At this moment, Jeanne spoke again from behind.

"It's not just because it's the will of the Greater Holy Grail."

Rhodes ignored her and left her.

“And it’s not just because it’s difficult to manage.”

Rhodes continued to move forward.

Seeing the young man walking away from her, Joan of Arc bit her lip and finally shouted at him as if she had given up all hope.

"Because I'm worried!"

Rod paused.

He turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

"What do you say?"

The Saint's face flushed red as she grasped the collar of her combat uniform timidly. She didn't dare to look into Rhodes' eyes but stared at the ground beneath her feet.

"So... that's it... Caster. When I first saw you, I felt a special affinity for you for some reason.

So I feel like I can’t let you go…how should I put it…it’s just, um…I can’t say it!”

Joan of Arc glared at Rhodes dimly, then turned away in shame and anger.

Rhodes was stunned: What's going on?

Are you planning to confess your love to a man you’ve just met for less than half an hour?

Although it is true that my charm is ridiculously high, and I also have a skill called Golden Rule (sex).

But you are a Catholic saint after all, right? Your anti-magic ability is EX, right? Stop it, you frivolous saint!

Although it is well known that Jeanne d'Arc in "Fate/Apocrypha" is a love-brained heroine, Rod has always regarded that as a character breakdown.

The Joan of Arc in his mind shouldn't be like that.

It should be more noble, more beautiful, more chaste, more stable...ah, forget about the last one, Joan of Arc doesn't seem to have anything to do with stability.

Feeling inexplicably unhappy, Rhodes walked towards her with a stern face.

"……what?"

Jeanne took a half step back: "Wait, wait. Don't come over here!"

This time it was Rhode's turn to be tough. He ignored her resistance and grabbed her wrist: "What's going on? Tell me clearly."

The Saint Lady, who had no way to escape, pursed her lips frequently, glanced sideways and murmured: "...So it's that one."

"So which one is it?"

"Uh-huh."

Joan of Arc would occasionally raise her eyes to peek at Rhode's face, then hurriedly lower her head like a girl in love, revealing a very sweet smile.

"In my opinion, Caster, you are... simply... ideal..."

Looking at the saint with an infatuated look on her face, Rhodes sighed: Is it still like this after all this time?

He now felt as disappointed as Atalanta who had seen Artemis in person, or as disappointed as a otaku who had seen the photo of the person in Vtuer.

It’s not much different from Fate/Apocrypha, Joan of Arc here is just a love-brained person…

"Caster you are the ideal little brother!!!"

Jeanne blushed and shouted.

Rhodes: "..."

A gust of wind blew through the forest, and the branches swayed and rustled.

"…What did you say?"

"So that's it."

Jeanne's beautiful eyes sparkled with fanaticism. She held Rhodes' hand and spoke incessantly.

"When I first saw you, I didn't know why I had such a strong desire to protect you.

Ahhh...what a lovely young man. If I had a younger brother, he would definitely look like this, right?

Fufufu... Even facing the powerful three knights of Lancer, he still stood up to protect his sister. This attitude is really amazing."

While saying "Good boy, good boy", Joan of Arc reached out to touch Rhodes' hair, but the latter dodged in disgust.

Jeanne was not discouraged and continued, "You just asked me why I always pester you, right? This is the reason.

"I can't just leave this kid alone!" This strong sense of mission drives me now. That's why I hope you can make peace with everyone on the black side!"

"I'm not your real brother, okay?"

"Ok, I know."

"I'm different from you. My last name isn't d'Arc," said Rod.

"Ok, I know."

“I’m British?”

"I do know this. Don't be fooled by this. I am the Ruler. I know the true names of all fourteen Heroic Spirits in my head."

"I can read, right?"