Chapter 1832: Cold-blooded Girl, Assault Girl, Fake Hot Girl, Black Uncle
"Disgusting cold-blooded woman, what did you just say?"
Jeanne's firepower was directed at Artoria.
"The truth." Artoria shrugged, "Say, you blew yourself up in the end? It was really satisfying."
"...Didn't we agree not to interfere with each other? Why are you here now?"
Joan of Arc stood up and narrowed her eyes.
"If it were the previous situation, maybe I wouldn't care about you, but now I have a master."
Arturia thought of something, approached Jeanne with a serious expression, and spoke word by word.
"I, now, have, the royal master, oh."
Although he didn't smile, Annuo seemed to catch a trace of provocation from his king's eyes.
His expression immediately became full of interest.
Women fighting? I really like watching it!
As for whether the fighting party is the king...it doesn't matter, just watch it and enjoy it first!
Sure enough, the assault girl was detonated by the cold-blooded girl.
"ha!?"
"Master? Just you!?"
"You're a snapping turtle-like guy who will bite anything right away!?"
"You emphasized it again!?"
"Hmph, this is what makes a so-called outstanding woman different, the Assault Girl." Arturia said with a smile.
"you--"
Jeanne's eyes widened.
"But anyway, the person who can become the master of this guy must not be a big deal, right? He must be a guy with a weird posture, and he makes strange screams when he walks, and so on...!
"
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had been standing next to him, scratched his head.
"In short, he is definitely not a serious guy...!"
"Um, hello?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka tentatively said hello.
"well?"
Jeanne turned her head.
"I am the crooked Master, oh?"
Jeanne blinked.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka carefully.
Then there was silence for a long time.
Then he approached Fujimaru Ritsuka with a smile.
"I say, I say, you are the Master who saved the world after all. You should choose a more reliable Servant."
"That has to be me! I am the more reliable servant!" Archer appeared out of nowhere, with an expression on his face that sounded confident.
Joan of Arc fell silent again, and the expression on her face could no longer be described as simple disgust.
Archer turned his head slightly injured.
"I said, why don't you sign a contract with me? I can fight more than these two."
Joan of Arc recommended herself.
"Can you beat me?"
Annuo also appeared, pointing at himself and asked.
Jeanne was stunned.
"Hey hey hey..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka showed a silly-looking smile and scratched the back of his head with one hand.
"What you said is probably going too far! And what's with that expression!" Archer issued a strong condemnation.
"If you want to fight, I'll help you." Arturia even wanted to draw her sword.
"Anyway, in short, Miss Joan of Arc is fine now, that's great."
Matthew's image appeared in the communicator, and he comforted both parties with a smile.
"Huh? Aren't you the little shield soldier girl? Why are you in that place?"
Joan of Arc spotted an acquaintance again.
"Ah, well, I can't continue to fight as a Servant for the time being, so I am responsible for communicating with my seniors." Mashu was stunned for a moment, and then gave a simple explanation of his current situation.
"Hmph... As the final line of defense, if you don't accompany your master, it will always make people feel a little uneasy. If you and that guy in fancy clothes over there could stand by me, I would
How could you lose?"
Jeanne looked furious.
Lawrence:?
The person in strange clothes refers to her?
"Hey, Assault Girl." Arturia interrupted Jeanne.
"What's wrong, cold-blooded girl, am I talking to you?" Joan of Arc picked her ears.
"Servant Mashu's power comes from Galahad. In other words, she is my subordinate, so poaching is prohibited."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but Mashu also has his own name. In other words, even..."
"Okay, everyone, stop."
Snapped.
Annuo's two big hands fell on the heads of the assault girl and the cold-blooded girl.
"Ma Xiu is my granddaughter, so you have to ask my opinion when recruiting people. Also, now is not the time to talk about such boring things."
"Give me peace."
The aura on Uncle Anno's face was obviously much stronger than that of Artoria.
"...White Knight, are you kidding me? You've endured this cold-blooded woman's temper for decades, right? You actually let me coexist peacefully with such a person?"
"An Nuoqing, the king has the king's decision, please don't interfere in our affairs!"
The corners of Annuo's mouth twitched sharply.
"And that guy over there, I haven't even avenged you for kicking me in the stomach, so you must die!!!!"
Joan of Arc said, and was about to hit Archer.
"Oh don't don't don't don't-!!!"
...
All in all, everything has calmed down for the time being.
"Probably, that's what happened, me and that me are two people!"
Archer told the story again.
But the word "disbelief" was written in Joan of Arc's eyes.
"Don't believe it! I said, Caster, and Matthew, please at least help me speak!" Archer said without tears.
"Sorry, actually we don't fully believe you yet." Lawrence said with a wooden face.
The expression on Archer's face froze.
"Well, although he is still not completely credible, he did try his best to protect Ritsuka, so from this point of view, he is credible." Da Vinci said something fair.
"...Okay, then I agree with him traveling with us." Jeanne looked as if she had made a great sacrifice.
"What did you agree to? We haven't agreed to you traveling with us yet." Arturia glanced at her.
"ha!?"
"And your armor is so noisy, it's really annoying."
"Aren't you also—wait."
What blind spot did Joan of Arc discover?
She looked at Lawrence's hottie outfit.
He looked at the black coat on An Nuo again.
Finally, his eyes were fixed on the jacket on Artoria's body.
"What are you dressed up like? Although you are indeed handsome, why are you dressed up like this?"
She obviously wanted to wear it.
"Isn't this natural?"
Annuo smiled with his teeth exposed.
"Adapting to the environment where you are summoned is the basic skill of a servant. Since this is Shinjuku, then this outfit is the most appropriate."
"I actually have a negative attitude..." Lawrence sighed tiredly, wearing hot girl clothes but without a trace of hot girl temperament.
Joan of Arc gritted her teeth and began to search for women's clothing stores on the street.