Type-Moon, I loaded the love game

Is there anything funny about this? Where's the joke?

The reason you can empathize with his jokes is not because of some so-called British humor, but because you are all idiots on the same wavelength!

Chapter 52: It's like entering a zoo

[A Berserker-class spirit-based Lancelot has arrived in your class.]

[But you always feel that something is wrong...]

"I didn't expect to see you in Berserker form. Although we can't communicate much, but with this kind of spiritual power, you should be able to run very fast. After all, you are a Berserker, ahahahahahaha."

How many times do you have to tell this uncool pun before you're satisfied? This is the third time already. Are you a parrot?

Black Jeanne complained silently.

The dragon witch hiding in the knight's armor has already felt the pressure.

After much difficulty getting into the British class, and just when I was about to start my sabotage work, I ended up sitting next to a particularly talkative person.

I'm afraid this task is not easy to complete.

"..."

Black Jeanne turned her head coldly, still choosing to ignore Yinggu.

Because he was neither an important person nor a colleague of Lancelot, there was no need to socialize with him.

And she had a premonition that if she didn't get involved with this person, she would become unhappy.

"...How sad, Sir Lancelot."

Behind him came the faint sigh of a red-haired man.

Black Jeanne's heart suddenly tightened.

If the information is correct, that person should be Tristan, the sad son of the Knights of the Round Table.

This guy not only knows Lancelot inside and out, but also has an extremely close relationship with him, so it is not easy to fool him.

In other words, this is not something that can be ignored.

If she didn't play the Berserker Lancelot well, she would most likely be exposed.

Not good...

Black Jeanne frowned and narrowed her golden eyes.

With Wangyue Yinggu in front and Tristan in the back, this lineup is really overwhelming.

Tristan took out his guitar.

"Sir Lancelot, we finally reunited, but you've turned into a frenzied form, unable to communicate. I can't even imagine what you've been through in the French class..."

"Arrrthur."

Black Jeanne used a synthesizer to imitate Lancelot's tone.

"Alas, my dear friend has gone mad. I am so sad that I want to play a song for you."

As he spoke, Tristan's fingers brushed across the strings, preparing to play a sad little tune.

"???"

Why is it still popping up?

Black Jeanne thought to herself, it’s class time now, so you should review your lessons well!

Why do all these people around you act as if it’s their own thing? Why doesn’t even the head teacher come to take care of you?

Could it be that this is always the case during your classes?

"I hope my music can touch your soul and soothe your violent temper."

"Healing Harp C"

"Invincibility, Weakness Removal, Life Recovery"

"..."

Black Jeanne d'Arc silently looked at the BUFF that suddenly appeared above her head.

Tristan: "You're welcome!"

She clenched her fists, almost unable to suppress the urge to burn him to death.

Your piano playing won't soothe me, you bastard. It'll only make me want to burn you even more! Stop trying to summon Lancelot's spirit, okay?

Be careful when you walk at night tonight!

"Wait a moment,"

When Tristan was about to play, Gawain suddenly interrupted him.

"I don't quite understand what triggered Lancelot's madness, but even with his Berserker class, his inner self remains unchanged. Lancelot remains a noble Knight of the Round Table who follows his nature."

Gawain said seriously.

Black Jeanne thought to herself, “You speak very well, but I am playing Lancelot Berserker, not Bersercar. Don’t be led astray by that cold joke.”

"Gao Wenqing, what do you mean..."

Tristan showed an expression of sudden realization.

"If we take out Sir Lancelot's favorite thing, will it be possible to restore him to his original state?"

"That's right." Gawain nodded.

"That's a great coincidence, because I happen to have Lancelot's favorite thing in my drawer. This thing records many of our unforgettable memories..."

Black Jeanne d'Arc suddenly had a very bad premonition.

"It's for you. It's just a little gift, not a token of respect."

Tristan rummaged through the drawers of his desk and confidently handed her a book.

"If you see this, even you in Berserker form will recall some beautiful memories...!"

It was a thin book with pictures.

Speaking of "unforgettable memories", Jeanne d'Arc's first reaction must be the photo album.

She also has a photo album at home, which contains daily photos of herself and her sisters.

As the elder sister, Joan of Arc took photos of all the precious and memorable family photos in life, and collected them solemnly in an album. She would then review these photos with a happy expression every day.

In this respect, the Knights of the Round Table seem to be similar.

However, when Jeanne d'Arc saw the contents of the book,

The pretty face hidden under the helmet suddenly turned red.

It was so red that it seemed to be smoking.

The cover of the book clearly reads:

The Unsociable Snow Widow and the Cursed Ring

Isn’t this a pornographic book about married women?

What foul memories have you and Lancelot created with it! What have you shown me?

Before Black Jeanne could lose her temper, Ying Gu, who was sitting at the same table, could no longer bear it and said earnestly:

"Cui Sitong, you have no common sense. Don't take out this kind of book in class casually."

That's right!

Black Jeanne d'Arc shouted in her heart, compared to this guy, my deskmate actually seems like a normal person.

"Director Finn also likes married women themes, so be careful he might take them away," Ying Gu reminded.

"???"

Black Jeanne d'Arc no longer wants to complain.

This British student must be suffering from some serious illness.

It felt like entering a zoo infected with rabies. It was too lively. Everyone looked energetic on the surface, but in fact they were all twitching and having epilepsy. They were not normal living beings at all.

Getting into a class like this is like playing a punishment game!

Just be patient until the game starts tomorrow.

After that, she had to burn all of them!

Or, throw them all to the dragons! Burn them! Stab them through!

At this moment, a teacher suddenly came to the class and whispered something in Director Finn's ear.

Finn's brow furrowed suddenly.

"Everyone, I have some very important news to share."

"what news?"

The students all looked up.

"Recently, a suspect named Kiara Sesshōin escaped from prison. Since then, people have been disappearing frequently at our school. Originally, it was just students, but now even the teacher who presided over the competition has disappeared. As a result, the school has temporarily postponed the event for one day to allow us to strengthen security measures."

What the hell? !

Black Jeanne was shocked.

Do I have to stay in the British class for another day...?

She didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a second!

Chapter 53: Hot Spring Invitation

"Haha, that's great, Sir Lancelot."

Upon hearing the news that the monthly exam was postponed, Yinggu patted his deskmate on the shoulder.

He gave a kind smile,

"You seem particularly nervous today, having just arrived. I'm worried about whether you can perform to your full potential on the exam. Fortunately, the exam has been postponed, so we have more time to get to know each other. Let me help you integrate into this group!"

"……………………"

Under the knight's heavy armor, Black Jeanne remained silent for a long time.

It's over now.

Her intuition told her that if she continued to sit at the same table with this guy, even for just a few days, she would eventually become a complete fool.

[You vaguely sense the dark emotions surging within Lancelot.]

You see something unique about this person.

You learned "Forget Correction E"

[Forgetfulness Correction E: You are more likely to remember the target of your hatred in the past, allowing you to exert greater strength when facing your enemies.]

Hey, isn’t this the skill of the Avengers? When did our Sir Lancelot learn it?

Yinggu frowned in confusion.

Something is wrong.

"Ding dong!"

The sudden ringing of the bell for the end of get out of class instantly interrupted his thoughts.

Never mind Lancelot, everyone is out of school!