My mother's love song

"By the way, Assassin's regular contact hasn't come yet?"

Shakespeare asked Father Shirou, who shook his head solemnly.

"It's the same as before. I can't get in touch with you. There's no response to the telepathic message I sent."

Although Rhodes defeated Vlad III in the battle just now and escaped unscathed, it cannot be ignored that Semiramis was also seriously injured.

The Assyrian Queen's delicate body was pierced by the splash damage from the [King of Punishment].

Father Shirou recalled the image of his Servant bleeding and passed out in the arms of the Black Magician, and he became very worried.

As Assassin's Master, he could sense the thread of cause and effect that connected the two of them and transmitted their magic power.

Semiramis was still there, but after being seriously injured, her spiritual reaction was much weaker than yesterday.

You must be alright, Assassin.

Father Shirou prayed in his heart.

For him, this Holy Grail War was a wish that he had to achieve after sacrificing 70 years of his life.

And Semiramis was the first person who responded to his wish and understood his wish.

It would be a lie to say that I have no feelings at all and that I treat him as just a tool or a familiar.

Father Shirou thought that the so-called companions who understood each other and were full of tacit understanding were probably referring to the relationship between himself and Assassin.

It was because he trusted her so much that Father Shirou sent her to Aleister as an undercover agent.

Semiramis is someone you can trust and risk everything on.

"I'm really sorry for her..."

The boy murmured in shame.

Although she was part of the alliance, the fact that he treated her as a tool did not change.

As a result, Semiramis was seriously injured. How should I apologize afterwards?

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada doesn't understand what love is.

But in his opinion, this Assyrian queen must be irreplaceable.

"Ok?"

The young priest frowned slightly: "This is..."

From a moment ago, Assassin's spiritual reaction, which was originally extremely weak, suddenly became very strong.

Not only that, but a steady stream of magical power is pouring into Semiramis's spiritual base?

It was as if something had intervened in the causal connection between his Master and Assassin.

How could such a thing happen?

This was beyond the boy's comprehension.

The only explanation is that the Black Caster who is with Semiramis is replenishing her magic power.

For a magician as good as him, it is not difficult to transfer his magic imprint to others.

"…That's true. Thank you."

Father Shirou's mouth corners slightly raised: It was indeed the right decision to form an alliance with him!

It not only restored the magic power of his servants, but also weakened Black Caster, which was really killing two birds with one stone.

Next, he discovered something even stranger.

Semiramis' emotions, for some reason, entered an excited state, a state that usually only occurs during battles with Servants.

"Hmm... So it was Yugdomirenia who sent the pursuers?"

Father Shirou nodded, suddenly realizing.

"Is she fighting fiercely with the black Servant?

Come on, Assassin."

Chapter 366 Blushing and Heartbeating Morning

Rhodes and Semiramis were in a dilapidated wooden house on the outskirts of Tulifa.

Outside the wooden house in the night, a young girl was covering her lips and stroking the crumbling wooden door with one hand.

Her long golden hair was dyed brilliantly by the moonlight, and her plump legs were slightly pressed together.

The girl's face flushed, and her violet eyes were filled with a layer of sentimental mist.

An hour ago, Jeanne ended her surveillance of the battle between Red Saber and Black Archer in Sighisoara.

She used the power of saints to find out that Rhodes had not returned to the church yet, so she decided to meet up with Rhodes and came here.

As a result, an unexpected situation appeared before the Saint Lady.

"What the hell is going on? Didn't you and Miss Assassin just met yesterday, Rhode?!"

Jeanne covered her burning cheeks and squatted on the ground: "What on earth happened in the two hours when I was away!?"

Wuuuuuuu… This won’t do, Rod!

This kind of thing... should be a gradual process!

Even the Lord will sigh over your behavior!

Joan of Arc swallowed her saliva and prayed to the Lord while thinking to herself.

Yeah, that's right.

A man and a woman must first confess their love, then go on several dates with mutual consent to confirm the compatibility of their personalities, and then at least half a year can they...

No! That's not right, and you can't do that!!!

After that, the engagement should be witnessed by the relatives of both parties, and finally the marriage can take place... gulp.

“Ahh… Please forgive my ignorant brother, Maria-sama.

By the way…it’s been almost an hour, why don’t they show any signs of stopping their conversation? Instead, it’s getting more intense.”

Joan of Arc frowned slightly.

Even the saint of the Catholic Church is not an ignorant little girl who knows nothing.

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"Could it be that……"

The image of the Assyrian empress's extremely beautiful yet unfathomable face emerged in Joan of Arc's mind.

"My lovely Rod is being tortured by Assassin!?"

Ahhh...so that's what's going on.

That's true. I was wondering how could Rhodes be such a frivolous man.

Whether he treated me or Miss Aige, he was always polite and generous. Rhodes was simply a true gentleman who did not belong to this era!

How could a righteous boy like him do such a thing with a woman he just met for the first time...

"Wait a minute, Rod...I'm going to save you right now."

Joan of Arc was trembling with excitement.

Saving her brother who was being bullied, this was exactly what she had always dreamed of!

The Saint licked her lips, stood up and rolled up the sleeves of her uniform, looking very motivated.

The wooden door was pushed open a crack, and I put my face in front of it.

The purple pupils trembled violently.

Joan of Arc's fair face suddenly turned red again.

"Looks like... Rhode wasn't bullied by Assassin... wooooo."

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The Church of Tulipas.

"Ms. Ruler, why did you come back alone? Where are Ms. Rod and Ms. Assassin?"

Aige Sajo looked at Jeanne in confusion as she pushed open the door without saying a word.

"Ah...the two of them...well...the two of them went to Sighisoara to do reconnaissance work. They may be back later."

As she spoke, the Saint Lady revealed a painful expression.

Lying will be punished by God...but for the sake of my lovely brother, as a sister, I have no choice but to risk it.

Jeanne scratched her burning cheek and stammered, "Rod asked me to tell you not to worry. He will be careful... "

"...That's it."

Aige nodded without any suspicion.

In fact, she had already contacted Rhode before, and he said that he was with Assassin and might be a little late.

Aige had already seen that Semiramis had an ulterior motive in approaching this camp.

According to her observation, Semiramis was an extremely arrogant woman who had absolutely no interest in her Caster.

So it should be safe to leave them both alone...

Compared to the Assyrian Queen, Aige is actually more wary of the saint lady in front of her.

"……call."

The girl sighed cutely, and I was letting my imagination run wild again.

Caster will hate me for doing this.

Besides, if you are always on edge about everything, that would be a shame.

"Then take a rest."

Aige returned to her bedside.

"Yeah! Good night, Miss Aigo!"

Jeanne blushed and got into the other bed.

Wuuuuuuu… Stupid Rod.

She secretly cursed Rod in her heart: He made me see that kind of scene before going to bed. I will definitely have a nightmare tonight!

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The next morning.

The bright sunshine shines into the dilapidated wooden house.

The empress's already stunningly beautiful face looked even more pure after removing her makeup, and she had this noble beauty under the morning light.

Semiramis, feeling her cheeks getting hot from the sun, slowly opened her eyes.

What comes into view is the dilapidated and rotten wooden roof.

There was a palm-sized hole in the ceiling, and the sunlight shone into the house through the hole.

"This is not a garden... What exactly am I...?"

She shook her aching head and slowly raised her upper body.

The sheet hanging on the empress's shoulders gently slid down, revealing her crystal clear shoulder skin.

It is more shiny and translucent than usual, as if it had just come out of a beauty salon and received nourishment last night.

Hmm... I am...