Type-Moon, I loaded the love game

"What a mess this is! You guys who kidnapped people without permission should be brought to justice!" Yinggu complained.

"If we are truly guilty, then let the school and the homeroom teacher interrogate us. You can't afford to lose, so why hold a private trial? There should be a limit to how much you can bully others!"

Black Jeanne also protested.

Judge Charlemagne completely ignored the two men's protests. "Excuse me, I wasn't listening just now. I'll assume you have no objections. Let's get straight to the reading of the charges."

"You are too arrogant!"

the two shouted.

Charlemagne picked up a document and solemnly read out their charges:

"The criminal, Black Jeanne, has violated the five major rules of our French Union School. The first is to contact members of a hostile school without authorization, especially the British school, our sworn enemies. You colluded with the British school, and this is absolutely unforgivable!"

Roland stood up again: "I didn't do anything wrong, I just think Ying Gu is my good brother!"

"I told you no one will judge you, but Ying Gu is indeed capable."

"He's quite good," Bai Zhende from the jury also echoed, "He even used his skills to sober me up when I was drunk. He's a very gentle gentleman."

"Yeah, since everyone thinks Ying Gu is okay... then let's cross out the first charge."

Charlemagne crossed out her first offense with a quill.

"Didn't you say I'll never be forgiven?" Black Jeanne roared, "You guys are too biased, am I the only one who's disliked?"

"The fourth charge is quite serious..."

Charlemagne suddenly changed his tone,

"Black Jeanne, during the class war, you didn't contribute to our class. Instead, you helped the opposing class win the championship. Your betrayal is deeply despicable to us. You have completely disgraced our class."

"Why did you jump to the fourth rule all of a sudden? Where are the second and third rules? Are these rules you made up?" Yinggu said.

Charlemagne knocked on the table, signaling him to be quiet.

"In short... Black Jeanne d'Arc, your actions have not only disappointed us classmates, but also heartbroken your family and friends. Don't you agree, Black Jeanne d'Arc's family?"

People's attention turned to Bai Zhende.

The latter was wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and he cried out in frustration:

"Black Jeanne is such a well-behaved child at home. I never thought she would do something like this outside..."

"Why are you apologizing to someone in the tone of a parent?" Black Jeanne said.

"Gill, who lives back home, burst into tears upon learning of this. He still couldn't believe that Black Jeanne would actually defect to England, saying, 'I didn't give birth to Black Jeanne (using the Holy Grail) because I didn't want to see her like this.'"

"What the hell is giving birth to something? Don't talk like he's my mother!" she roared.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone!"

Roland suddenly stood up and punched the wall, weeping bitterly: "I've always known... that taking off my clothes will only cause trouble to everyone..."

"Roland, I've already told you that this has nothing to do with you. We are not judging you!" Charlemagne knocked the hammer on the table.

Ying Gu glanced at the people present and couldn't help but sigh: "Fuck, this place is just like a mental hospital..."

"It's really hard, right? I felt the same way on my first day in your class."

Black Jeanne d'Arc said.

"quiet!"

Charlemagne struck the gavel again, and the people present immediately quieted down.

"Black Jeanne, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"excuse……"

Black Jeanne d'Arc chewed on the word silently in her heart, and finally shook her head.

"I have no excuse."

"So you admit that you have committed treason and collaboration with the enemy?" Charlemagne asked.

"Honestly, I have no interest in your class wars. Even if you begged me, I wouldn't bother to participate. If I hadn't lost all my credits and received bad advice from that guy Napoleon, I would never have gone undercover in the British class in the first place..."

Black Jeanne lowered her head and said in a very complicated tone,

"But... well, I'm glad I helped him in the end. I don't consider myself a traitor, because I didn't have a stance from the beginning. In the end, I just followed my heart and fought for others. That's all."

"Black Jeanne d'Arc..."

Seeing her say this, Yinggu couldn't help but feel moved.

"Do you admit it?"

"Yes, yes, you can kill me or chop me up as you like." Black Joan of Arc deliberately put on an indifferent attitude.

"Since you admit that you have collaborated with the enemy and committed treason, there is nothing more to say."

Black Mary from the jury nodded and touched her fingers with a smile.

"Now that things have come to this, Black Jeanne, you have no choice but to accept the punishment of the law. It's okay, I will take good care of Yinggu for you from now on..."

"It seems that you want to collaborate with the enemy more than I do. What exactly do you want to communicate with him about?" said Black Joan of Arc.

Charlemagne knocked the hammer again, signaling everyone present to be quiet.

"Well, since the defendant has no objection, we can hand down the verdict."

He spread out a large sheet of paper and began to read out the verdict.

"Joan of Arc Alter, you have pleaded guilty to treason and collaborating with the enemy. These crimes are unforgivable. Therefore, by a unanimous vote of the jury and I, you will be permanently expelled from the French Union Classroom. You will never be allowed to set foot in this classroom again!"

"As ordered!"

Roland stood up and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Putting aside Roland, who had no idea what was going on in his mind, Yinggu and Black Jeanne's hearts suddenly sank.

The verdict was just as he had imagined in the worst case, a very harsh one.

However, when they did this, they had already thought of the consequences.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other.

Neither of them regretted it.

Ying Gu thought that from now on, he would let Black Jeanne go to his class. He had promised that he would stay with her no matter what happened.

"Next it's Mochizuki Hideko's turn to be judged,"

Charlemagne looked at him beside him,

Yinggu's heart suddenly trembled. What was going on? Was he going to be judged by these French guys?

"There's no need to judge me. I'm a Britannia student, and fighting for my class is only natural. Even if you have to judge me, it shouldn't be you!"

He said righteously.

"What you said makes perfect sense. We are not qualified to judge you for your different stance..."

Charlemagne nodded.

"However, the trial we're conducting today isn't strictly for treason, but for some egregious acts you committed during the race. Specifically, you committed the heinous crime of using the small holy sword at his hip to soak his wine, leaving him completely drunk!"

What the hell is "Lin Ding Da Zui"? This is not how you use idioms!

"..."

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became heavy.

"We won't charge you with treason or treason, but we will charge you with 'drinking alcohol with my second brother.'"

"..."

"Defendant, do you have anything to defend yourself?" Charlemagne asked expressionlessly.

"No, no more..."

Yinggu shook his head.

This is indeed a very serious accusation and there is absolutely no room for rebuttal.

"Very good, the defendant Mochizuki Hideko has also pleaded guilty. His sentence will be carried out immediately."

Charlemagne took out a bottle of water of life and placed it on the podium table.

"Do you want me to drink the whole bottle?" Yinggu asked cautiously.

At this point, he is considered an expert at drinking the water of life, and it is not difficult for him to drink a whole bottle of water of life.

"I did ask you to drink it..."

Charlemagne's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Sinner Mochizuki Yinggu, you are now sentenced to the "Bird Vodka Punishment", immediately executed!"

Damn, they want me to drink it with my mucous membrane!

Yinggu was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and turned around to escape, but he was already tightly chained to the chair and could not move at all.

"Quack! Gawain, save me!"

"Hahaha, it's too late to be scared now! Everyone, hold him down and execute the punishment now!"

"Hey, are you serious?!"

Black Jeanne was also shocked and her face turned a little red.

Yinggu still wanted to struggle, but his hands and feet were tightly bound, and he could only watch helplessly as the gang surrounded him.

It’s over, my reputation will be ruined here!

But the imagined horrific scene did not happen, and the door suddenly opened.

Finn and Napoleon walked in laughing, followed by Gawain, Tristan, Roland and others. They were holding celebratory champagne or carrying dining tables and the delicious food plates that were indispensable for the celebration banquet.

The French students on the jury fired salutes and placed the championship ribbons on the shoulders of both of them with kind smiles.

"what's the situation……"

Black Jeanne d'Arc and Ying Gu looked at each other, not understanding what this meant.

"Haha, are you scared?"

Charlemagne smiled and unfolded the trial document in his hand. It turned out to be a small celebratory banner with the following words on it:

"Congratulations to both of you for winning the championship!"

"from now on……"

Director Finn opened the champagne with a bright smile and raised it high above his head.

"We're going to hold a celebration party for both of you here! Congratulations!"

Chapter 128: I like you!

"Congratulations to you two on winning the championship!"

Drinking wine and drinking wine alternately, pushing cups and changing cups.

Students from the two classes were combined together to joyfully celebrate the two winners of this year's race.

The salute sounded, colorful ribbons floated in the air, and the juice from the colliding glasses splashed everywhere.

"so……"

Holding the fragments of the Holy Grail in his arms, Ying Gu was still a little frightened.

"Are you really not angry?"

The victory of this race belongs to the British class, and Jeanne d'Arc's behavior can be regarded as a violent rebellion to the French students. Why are the French students willing to gather together to celebrate for them?

Was that solemn court trial just now just a prank?

"Haha, isn't that hard to imagine?"

Squad leader Charlemagne took a sip of juice and said with a smile,

"Because, after all, before Black Jeanne could actually play a role, you wiped out all of our French class's elite frontline. Even without Black Jeanne, the victors would still be your British class."