Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"I did go back then..."

"I know."

"you know?"

"Yes."

Tralock's tranquil tone made Novia think that perhaps she had discovered her when she fell into the Lake of the Moon after her consciousness had completely fallen into slumber.

Then, just as he was about to say something—

Tralock embraced him, and in that action lay a thousand unspoken words.

She channeled that emotion into action, focusing it on this one act.

He wouldn't have responded back then, but things are different now, so we'll have to do it again.

"So as a reward for fulfilling our promise, I love you."

Looking at that familiar face, looking at those lips—

She kissed him lightly, like a peck.

270: Joan of Arc: The sky has fallen (4k5)

Joan of Arc was thinking.

Although this place was far from the battlefield where Adam Golem was located, she still naturally sensed the moment Adam Golem was destroyed.

This reminded him of the myth of the saint who parted the sea; the completely obscured light was like the sea split in two, just as life has its end, and even a life-risking blow has its time to end.

Just like Avisbro, Jeanne was also pondering why the Adam Golem had appeared. She naturally had no idea that it was a magician's Noble Phantasm, but even if she did know, she would surely be confused, since the concepts were too similar.

As things have progressed to this point, the Arbiter has assumed that it might be due to the Noble Phantasm of Frankenstein, the Black Berserker. After all, she is 'Eve,' so it's normal for her to be able to summon something close to Adam.

Therefore, Joan of Arc made a rough guess about this situation: why did Adam appear?

It's possible that Frankenstein was harmed.

Whose harm was it?

The sorcerer was clearly with Adam, and his appearance occurred after the arrival of the sun god in America, so the answer is quite simple.

Indeed, just as she thought, the American sun god was going to take action against Fran, this 'Eve,' and it wasn't just about the servant herself, but also about the safety of the world. That's why Adam revealed himself as much as possible to protect Eve.

However, they still failed and were destroyed by the fifth sun of the Americas. It's clear that the main god could never appear in its true form; it must have been demoted. But even demoted, was its power still that great...?

Can my own Noble Phantasm, 'My Lord Is Here,' withstand the power that can obliterate the Adam Golem standing on the ground in one fell swoop?

Although this is a barrier artifact that allows her to wave the holy banner she possessed in her lifetime, and that will bring angelic blessings to the area within a certain radius around her, it can also use Jeanne d'Arc's extra-standard, EX-level magic resistance as a physical defense.

However, Joan of Arc remained pessimistic about this, since defense would accumulate damage, and no matter what, she could not withstand an infinite amount of magical power.

Unless the angel who bestowed the angel's blessing is willing to reveal himself, victory might be possible...

However, this is simply impossible; the Holy Grail ritual could not possibly bring down an existence of this caliber.

Therefore, it seems that we have no choice but to use that one.

Joan of Arc was determined to fulfill the task assigned to her.

So the arbitrator breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and instead of looking at Siegfried and Gold who were chatting happily, smiled brightly at Abigail and said:

"I never expected that Miss Abby could summon... Mr. Favia. You are truly amazing."

After some thought, Joan of Arc decided to use this name for the fifth sun of America, since, according to her observation, this name seemed to make Abigail very happy.

“Abby, I feel like you’ve suddenly become quite lively, Jeanne.” Abby glanced at Jeanne after hearing this. “It’s like someone who often performs a solo comedy routine. That’s the kind of feeling Jeanne gives off right now.”

"Really? Honestly, it seems I'm really causing trouble for myself, hahaha..."

Joan of Arc answered with a smile, as if she didn't care at all.

"By the way, was Miss Abby summoned through a medium, or was it by chance?"

"Is Sister Joan of Arc very curious?"

"Well, I guess so, since it's rare for a god-level figure to appear."

“Although I didn’t expect my brother’s abilities to be like this…” Abigail nodded proudly, “I’m very happy about it.”

But at this point, the blonde girl lowered her head somewhat unhappily. Joan of Arc noticed this obvious reaction and pressed her for an answer:

"What's wrong?"

"Sister Tralock is here..."

When the robot appeared, Abigail immediately sensed Tralock's presence. To be honest, she felt a little embarrassed, since she hadn't even told Tralock and Bavan Shi about Favia before coming here. Now that Tralock was here, Abigail felt a bit awkward.

"Tralok, the third sun of America... Sister?"

After searching for the name and related information from the knowledge granted by the Holy Grail, Joan of Arc was puzzled.

Doesn't the rain god Traloc have a wife? The fourth sun... but, a sister?

From this perspective, the relationships between the gods in the Americas are also somewhat complicated and nuanced...

“Miss Abby, let’s keep things separate. I’m on your side now; you are his Master.” Putting aside her confusion, Jeanne smiled again and encouraged the dejected Abby, “No matter what, it’s not a matter of lack of ability or effort, but a matter of attitude.”

Joan of Arc's gentle demeanor as a saint undoubtedly won Abby's favor, instantly improving her mood. She looked up at Joan and said happily, "Sister Joan, you are so gentle. You truly deserve to be called a saint. Speaking of which, Abby is also a believer."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc was somewhat surprised, not expecting that this girl with the aura of a foreign god was also a follower of the cult, but she still maintained a gentle expression.

“Abi, it’s so wonderful that I can have a conversation with you, Joan of Arc, the great saint who brought light to the world.”

Upon hearing these words, Joan of Arc's eyes widened.

"Uh, ah, well... now that you mention it, that's certainly true. But... calling her a great saint, bringing light to the world, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration..."

The girl lowered her head shyly.

Indeed, her real name was somewhat known to the world, otherwise she wouldn't have been summoned as an Arbiter, but hearing such adoration directed at her face to face left her unsure how to react.

"People all over the world weep and are outraged when they learn of your sacrifice. Even though Joan of Arc did not intend to do anything, her actions still triggered something. I think this is something to be proud of. In fact, even my brother felt sorry for you, Joan of Arc. And besides, did Joan of Arc know that it was her uncle, Christian III, who announced the investigation, and it was Alexander VI himself who investigated those things?"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc looked at Abigail and her brother 'Favia' before her, and thought to herself that leaving a name for posterity was truly a wonderful feeling.

This is quite different from when she led her troops to liberate the town and was welcomed by the town's residents.

The French people entrusted their dreams of liberating their homeland and winning the war to Joan of Arc.

However, Abigail was different; she knew Joan of Arc's ultimate fate and held a similar sense of sorrow for Joan of Arc's existence.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc's mind was not recalling the scene of her being burned to death, but rather the scene of herself, her family, and familiar people in her hometown before she went to war.

The light that swept across the village was faint, yet beautiful; even without seeing the brilliance of the sky, it was still beautiful.

This happened more than 600 years ago.

For Joan of Arc, those were undoubtedly her golden years.

"Sister Joan of Arc, the impact you have had on the world far exceeds your own imagination."

Abigail's words might have given Joan of Arc something to be proud of, but they also made her realize that the blonde girl was probably not a bad person, but a very innocent child. When Joan of Arc discovered this, she fell into a slightly melancholy mood. She couldn't accept that she had previously questioned such an innocent child as the mastermind behind everything.

Therefore, Joan of Arc gently shook her head, after all, there was no need to worry too much about it. Her gloomy mood, which had been affected by Favia's inner thoughts, improved, and her conversation with Abigail made her reaffirm her determination.

Therefore, the culprit behind all this must be its follower, the sun god of the Americas.

She had made up her mind to first act friendly towards the Fifth Sun of America and its Master, then wait for the opportune moment when Favia let her guard down to deliver a fatal blow.

'Red Lotus Saintess'

This is her own special attack weapon, a conceptual weapon that crystallizes her own mental landscape. Using the Saint Catherine's Sword, which she never used in her previous life, as a catalyst, she manifests the flames that once burned her, and at the cost of her own life, she destroys all existence.

This flame can only harm targets she deems necessary to defeat. It cannot be used against simple enemies or when driven by emotions such as hatred. At this moment, Joan of Arc believes that for the sake of world stability, it must be used against the American sun god who harbors ulterior motives.

Jeanne had carefully considered the timing of her attack. When the enemy was completely off guard, she swung her sword and plunged it into the enemy's spirit core, simultaneously activating her Noble Phantasm 'Crimson Saintess' to perish together with him. In her view, no matter what, the enemy was just a Servant, and once the spirit core was gone, the enemy would inevitably dissipate as well.

Furthermore, if Joan of Arc could cultivate a good relationship with Abigail, the five Command Seals in Abigail's possession, combined with Abigail's, should be enough to immobilize her for a period of time. As for suicide, Joan of Arc had absolutely no hope for it, since the status of the sun goddess was too high, and the possibility of success was too low.

"My brother brought people back..."

As Abi spoke, Joan of Arc turned her gaze to the three figures that slowly emerged from the 'door'. She was very familiar with Novia and Fran.

As for the girl with black hair mixed with blue, she must be the third sun of America that Abigail mentioned...

He should be a deity, after all, he is the most powerful sun god who unified all the gods in American mythology.

However, just as Joan of Arc was about to speak first, Fran's words greatly shocked her—

Grandpa, there are so many people here!

However, only Joan of Arc and Siegfried were truly shocked by this. Abigail knew about Fran back then, while Tralok readily acknowledged Fran's use of the term "grandmother" to express his own attitude.

As for Siegfried, he'd probably be wondering how, among Altrouge, Attila, and Typhon, none of them seem to be skilled in android technology, so how did a android granddaughter suddenly appear out of nowhere...? Could it be that Miss Typhon suddenly had the idea to create her using parts from her own body...?

If Siegfried's association was just a simple thought, then Joan of Arc felt like the sky had fallen.

Why?

The answer is simple: Frankenstein's concept is 'Eve'.

Eve was created from Adam's rib, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Adam was her father. So who was the father of Adam, the first human being?

The answer, of course, is the one God of the church.

At this point, Joan of Arc felt her suspicions could be further refined: this conspiracy by the American sun god was definitely related to the 'god' she believed in...

Could it be that they intend to use the Greater Grail to alter the established order, replacing church beliefs with American faith, thereby replacing the existence of 'the Lord'?!

This is no ordinary heresy; she must strike hard. Moreover, judging from how naturally Fran calls the American sun god "grandfather," Joan of Arc thinks he is likely under the same spell as her, and she must help Fran break free.

Then tell Miss Fran that your grandfather, who had the concept of 'Eve,' should be—

No, this isn't right...

Joan of Arc, deep in thought, was momentarily at a loss for words. For someone capable of hearing revelations, this wasn't something she could easily utter; after all, among believers, who would dare to casually claim to be something of the Lord...

While the Saintess's mind went blank, Tralock, who had come with Novia, naturally saw Abigail, who had suddenly disappeared earlier.

The black-haired girl stared straight at Abigail.

Like a rejection of cold indifference, his expressionless eyes, hidden behind black sunglasses, calmly stated:

“The last time I saw you, Little Abby, was just a day ago. It’s so nice to see you again, Little Abby.”

Now that things have come to this point, how could Tralock not realize that his sister Abigail is actually completely different from what he thought she was?

Foolish Bavanshi, don't you even know what type of person he is? I bet you've wasted your time reading all those storybooks!

Tralock couldn't help but think to himself, but in reality, Bavan Shee probably knew, after all, she had been hit several times by Abigail in her bad-kid mode, but she just pretended to be her sister to make Tralock laugh.

Upon hearing this, Abigail's expression stiffened, but she quickly took a deep breath and said with a smile:

"Sister Tralock, where's Sister Heidi? She should be with you, right?"

Upon hearing the blonde girl's words, the black-haired girl's eye twitched subtly—

"Hey, where are you going? Didn't we agree to go find Favia together?"

"I have some things to take care of in the Americas. I'll come back to you after I've finished them."

"America? Is that your brother, Tess... His name is too long, let me just say Smoke Mirror, is it him?"

"Yes, it's the sun."

"Oh well....."

Thus, feeling the call of the chief god of the Americas, Tralock abandoned his longtime friend, the girl, without hesitation and came here.

Looking at it this way, the two of them are doing similar things, but although they both understand it in their hearts, neither of them will easily say it out loud.

Therefore, Tralock simply put on her sunglasses, her expression rather aloof—perhaps that's just her nature—and glanced at Novia, who had run off to talk to Siegfried and Gold. She had initially thought it was just Fran, but there were so many people, especially Abigail, a rather troublesome opponent. This made her feel that she might not be able to finish everything she needed to do today, but it wasn't impossible...

Tralock glanced at Fran, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After all, she was the grandmother that little Fran knew, and that was an undeniable 'fact'.

Therefore, Tralock quickly embraced Novia's body from behind, burying his face in his neck.

"My Sun God."