My mother's love song

The Saint Lady looked longing: "Preparing breakfast for my brother who got off the night shift. Woohoo, I've always been looking forward to such a life."

Don't go crazy here.

Rhode curled his lips and said, "Since you treat me as your brother, then give me some tangible benefits. For example, tell me the real names and treasures of the other 13 servants."

"No. Although I am a caring sister to my brother, I cannot do anything that goes against the fairness of the Holy Grail War."

The Saint Lady refused righteously.

She looked like she was about to lecture her brother for cheating, but Rhodes tried to stop her by saying, "Then give me your holy cloth."

"That... is not possible either. Because the Holy Shroud is also one of the contents of my manifestation as Ruler this time. Giving it to you is equivalent to sharing the supervisory power with you, so it is not possible.

Ah, although the holy cloth is not acceptable, if you have anything else you want, I can buy it for you, for example..."

"Then use the two Command Seals on your back that belong to me to strengthen me."

"Well."

Rhodes's suggestion made Joan of Arc fall into deep thought.

Today, on the snow-white back of Joan of Arc, there is a gorgeous angel pattern composed of fourteen Command Spells.

That is the highest authority granted to Ruler, [Divine Judgment].

Jeanne has the right to cast two Command Seals on each Servant participating in the Holy Grail War, and can use Command Seals to force the Servant to give up his position and execute orders.

As the name suggests, this is a skill that is unique to the most powerful and invincible referee in the Holy Grail War, who is like a god.

Since the Command Spells corresponding to a certain Servant could not be transferred to other Servant, Rhodes's statement of "two Command Spells belonging to me" was not wrong.

"……Well."

Joan of Arc is still struggling.

Looking at her, Rhodes sighed: "This won't work."

"……sorry."

Jeanne lowered her long eyelashes and whispered, "It still won't work... Using this Command Spell to strengthen you is indeed an act of cheating and exceeding my authority."

"Okay, then just destroy my two Command Seals. Is that okay?"

What a stubborn saint! Rhodes had almost given up.

Putting aside the fact that it was to fight against troublemakers like Amakusa, it was indeed impossible to expect her to take sides in the Holy Grail War under such circumstances.

By the way, overseeing the Holy Grail War is only part of the Ruler's job.

Their real mission is to [prevent the world from being distorted or causing dangerous situations due to the Holy Grail War], which is why Jeanne took the lead in fighting against Amakusa in "Fate/Apocrypha".

Having said that, there was really no reason for Jeanne to destroy the Command Seals for Rhodes.

"I understand."

However, unexpectedly, this time she answered "yes" readily.

Jeanne stared into Rhodes' eyes and said, "I will destroy your two Command Spells right now."

“…Huh, why?”

Rhodes felt it was incredible: Could it be that this guy has never considered using the Command Spell or the Arbiter's authority on me?

Under his gaze, Joan of Arc smiled shyly.

"This Command Spell is used to restrain those who want to use the Holy Grail to do evil things. Since you are my younger brother, it is absolutely impossible for you to do such a thing.

If you really go astray, then I, your sister, will use my fists to correct you, this bad boy!

So it doesn't matter if you destroy the Command Seal, if you insist on me doing so... Caster, as your elder sister, I choose to trust your character."

"..."

Seeing Caster standing there in a daze, Jeanne came over and touched his forehead: "What's wrong? Is it a fever...ah!"

Rhodes pushed her away roughly and turned away.

"Really...you're being so rude to me again."

Ruler staggered back to his feet, pouting his lips in anger.

"Got it. I will destroy the Command Seal now..."

"No."

"Ok?"

The Command Spell must not be destroyed, Rhodes said in a strong tone that could not be refused.

Jeanne puffed her cheeks and said, "What do you want from me?"

"I changed my mind. I don't want your Command Seal anymore."

"Then what do you want?"

"As expected, I still need information about the Holy Grail War. If you don't want to tell me, then don't follow me anymore."

After Rhodes said this, Jeanne really showed a very difficult expression: "This... this."

"Can't you?"

Rhodes pressed the issue with a strong gaze.

Jeanne hesitated for a long time, and finally pinched her skirt and whispered, "Information...if you only provide one piece...it's ok."

"……oh?"

Rhode leaned forward and said with a wicked smile: "Agreed?"

"...Woo!"

Jeanne hastily turned away, avoiding his gaze, and spoke.

"Yeah, that's true... You saved my life from Lancer's gun during the day. Considering your great contribution to the smooth progress of the Holy Grail War, it's not impossible to tell you some less important information.

...I can only say one thing! And you must not mention the Servant's Noble Phantasm or True Name!"

Joan of Arc clasped her fingers together with tears in her eyes and looked at the bright moon in the sky: Lord... please forgive my favoritism and fraud.

Looking at the Saint Lady who was on the verge of falling into evil, Rhode narrowed one eye and smiled slyly: "Well, just tell me your measurements."

"Eh..." Jeanne blinked in a silly manner, "You only need my measurements?"

"Why, do you still want to tell me the pattern of your underwear?"

"No dirty jokes, idiot Caster!"

With a bang, the saint's iron fist hit Rhodes' face.

Finally, Jeanne blushed as she spat out her measurements.

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……

Jeanne hunched her shoulders furtively, and turned her back to Rhode: "No peeking, okay?"

"understood."

"Really, really, really, you can't peek?"

While peeking at the young man behind her, the saint said with a red face: "If you peek, I will ignore you!"

Rhode waved his hand: "I know, I know. I won't peek. I'm not interested."

After making sure that Rhodes would not peek, Jeanne sprinkled holy water and began to use Ruler's Servant Exploration Power in front of her.

"Ah?"

The Saint Lady was somewhat surprised by the result. She tilted her head in confusion and expanded the area of ​​exploration even further.

“Ahhhh… weird.”

"What's wrong?"

Rhode poked his head out from over her shoulder and stared at the three-dimensional image in front of Jeanne: "Oh, the Red Berserker is running towards Mirenia City."

“Aaaaaah!!!”

Jeanne subconsciously hugged her plump breasts and screamed, "I told you I'm not going to peek!"

According to Ruler's intelligence, all the Servants in the Black Castle moved toward the forest outside of Tuliface.

And the number of Crimson Servants that could be confirmed in the forest over there was three.

"It looks like they plan to fight in the suburbs tonight."

Jeanne nodded and responded to Rhodes: "Well, although it is a good thing that the residents of the city are safe...

But the destruction of nature is also disturbing. The forest was burned to ashes because of the Red Lancer. I hope it won’t turn into that kind of situation…”

"If everyone thinks like you, the Holy Grail War won't be able to proceed. Let's all gather around the table and play mahjong to decide who will win the Holy Grail."

Although Jeanne agreed with Rhode's opinion in her heart, she still stood with her hands on her hips and said, "Really? Caster always likes to talk back to me. Oh, it's really troublesome to have such an articulate brother."

Now that the battlefield had been decided, they rushed towards the forest.

"By the way, don't call me Caster."

Rhodes turned his back to Jeanne and said, "From now on, call me Rhodes."

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In the forbidden area called Ideal Forest in the east of Tuliface, there is a huge muscle running with a smile on its face.

A burly man over two meters tall, his arms were like a crocodile's carcass and his muscles were like blue-grey rock.

No, it's more like steel than rock.

Yes, his muscles were like blocks of steel.

The countless scars carved into his blue-gray muscles easily reminded people of his terrifying training and glorious achievements in the past.

But it was obvious that the wounds had not yet reached his internal organs.

Although the leather belt was tightly binding his entire body, including his face, the man's face showed no trace of pain, and he even had a happy smile on his face.

The superhuman body is almost completely naked, and he is only dressed to this extent because the muscles cannot be contained by armor.

The Red Berserker Spartacus rushed towards the Black side's castle like a wild beast that had been released.

"Stop right there, Berserker!"

The girl's voice echoed in the forest late at night.

While leaping between branches, the girl called out to Berserker again and again.

The girl in emerald green clothes has a beauty that humans do not possess, and her eyes contain both wildness and intelligence.

Whether it's her long hair that flows freely in the air, or her slender, agile body and strong feet, the girl is like a beautiful human beast.

The pair of cute cat ears on the head and the cat tail sticking out from under the skirt also emphasize this impression.

"Hahahahahahahaha, Archer."

Berserker smiled and resolutely answered her words without stopping: "Forgive me for not obeying that order. I must go to that fortress and rush to the tyrant!"

The Red Archer shouted anxiously, "You idiot! I told you to wait until the time is right, why don't you understand?"

Berserker had no intention of stopping. He had been running for two days and two nights straight.

Next, the Red Berserker will fight all the Black members alone.

The reason for such unreasonable behavior is that he is a symbol of rebels. His real name is Spartacus, the strongest swordsman who launched a large-scale slave rebellion in ancient Rome.

Although he was a slave of the sword fighters, he managed to escape with 78 of his companions one day.

He was a hero who defeated a pursuit force of about 3,000 people and caused slave armies from all over the country to flock to him.

He hates all tyrants and inspires fighting spirit against all strong people. He protects the weak, cares for the weak, and heals the weak. For the slaves of the weak, he has always been a star of hope.

He is a berserker who fights for rebellion.