Incomplete memory, high-quality body, and... Gil de Rey's crazy obsession.
The white girl in black armor held up a big flag and smiled wantonly.
The job is Ruler, a false and reversed saint. She has the mind of a newborn child, but her thoughts have been instilled with a lot of malice towards human beings.
The dark saint holds the Holy Grail.
"——This is declared."
She is summoning heroic spirits. As a Ruler and holding the Holy Grail, she can do this.
"Your body surrenders to my service, and my destiny is placed on your sword."
"Respond to the call of the Holy Grail, if you are willing to follow this principle and answer my call."
"I swear here that I am the one who spreads all the evil in this world."
"But you shall serve me with your eyes blinded by confusion."
"You are the one imprisoned in the cage of madness. I am the one who holds its chains."
There were words full of disobedience in the regular summoning spell. The summoning array was covered with a thick layer of black mist, and bursts of wailing could be heard from within the summoning array.
The gorgeous hall was brightly lit, and Bluebeard, Caster's follower, and the maker of the Black Saint, Gil de Rey, watched all this in a frenzied manner.
"You are haunted by the three great speaking spirits for seven days, coming from the Wheel of Suppression!"
The girl roared.
"Guardian of the scales——!!!"
Six figures appeared from the summoning array, together with Gil de Rey standing next to them, a total of seven heroic spirits.
...
After the summons was over, the dark saint, who appeared to be Jeanne d'Arc, spoke to Gilles de Rey, her tone full of irreversibility.
"Jill, bring him to me."
Frost seemed to condense on Joan of Arc's pale face, and the sound of gnashing teeth could be faintly heard.
"Yes, as ordered." Gilles de Rey bowed slightly, looking at Joan of Arc with respect and intoxication, willing to be controlled by the creation he made by borrowing the Holy Grail.
"You didn't attack him, my servant." Jeanne suddenly remembered something and asked again.
Gil de Rey is a famous dark wizard, so there is no need to be surprised if he does anything to that man.
Gilles de Rey smiled politely: "Of course not, my saint, you must do this kind of intoxicating thing. As a subordinate, I will definitely give this pleasure to the great you."
Joan of Arc looked at Gilles de Rey with a hint of scrutiny.
Gilles de Rey was not annoyed at all, he just smiled and stared at Joan of Arc with his protruding and somewhat scary eyes: "Do you need my opinion? Ah, or are you worried that I will be troubled by this?
"
"Don't be stupid, Jill. Don't worry, I'll kill you." Joan sighed and turned away.
"It's like thinking about how to use a fork when eating - I don't even have to think about what to do with him."
...
A fat man was thrown to the floor of the hall.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, where is this, who are you?"
A group of servants stood aside, but they seemed to be constrained by what they wanted to do.
The fat man got up and stood there, with a hint of command in his tone: "Answer me, answer me quickly, over there - eh?"
The girl sitting on the seat looked at him with disgust and teasing eyes.
The fat man recognized the girl.
Joan of Arc looked at the man, obviously smiling, but her words were like an ice pick: "Ah, Pierre."
"Bishop Pierre Colon. I have been looking forward to seeing you again."
"I, Joan of Arc, have never forgotten your dirty face even for a day."
The girl was condescending, looking at the man named Pierre Colon with eyes that seemed to be looking at garbage and scum.
"Impossible, impossible!"
"You...you...you are actually Jeanne d'Arc?!"
"This is absolutely impossible? How is this possible?"
"You should have died three days ago. I clearly-"
"Tie me to a stake and burn me to death. Not even my body is left, and I fall into hell... right? Bishop." Joan of Arc walked down the stairs with an expressionless expression.
Standing next to Bishop Pierre, he spoke words without warmth.
On May 30, 1431, in Rouen, France, Joan of Arc was judged as a witch and an evil being. She was publicly burned at the stake by the British army in the square, and her body was turned into charcoal.
This is a confirmed fact, Joan of Arc is dead.
So who is standing here now...
"Is this a dream? What else could it be besides a nightmare..." Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground and said absentmindedly.
Joan of Arc looked at Pierre kneeling on the ground and smiled: "Oh, is this starting to escape reality?"
She drew her sword from her waist.
He stabbed Pierre hard on the shoulder.
"It won't work here, dear Bishop, I have to let you sober up. God will have mercy on you, right?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Pierre Colon screamed, covering his shoulders and making a sound like a pig being killed.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Gilles de Rey punched the bishop in the face, and the bishop endured the pain and closed his mouth.
Joan of Arc looked at her enemy sitting on the ground, bleeding profusely from his shoulder.
Smiling: "Joan of Arc, who you impeached as a heretic, is now standing in front of you?"
"Aren't you going to hold on to your cross and pray to heaven?"
"Aren't you going to insult, ridicule, beat, and ravage me like before?"
"The extremely, extremely evil Joan of Arc is standing here right now."
"Grow at me like a wild dog! Hurry up!" The veins on Joan's forehead were throbbing, her body was shaking, and she was extremely angry.
Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground, yelling and crying: "Spare - spare me! Spare my life!"
"I'm willing to do anything, even kiss your toes now, please, please spare my life!"
Jeanne was in a daze.
She couldn't believe it.
Then, she held her stomach and laughed crazily: "Haha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Did you hear that, Jill?"
"He is asking me, the evil witch who was once tied up, laughed at, and burned to death by him, to spare his life?"
The dark saint laughed so hard that Gil de Rey looked at Joan of Arc and Bishop Pierre with a satisfied smile.
"Humble! So humble!"
"The bishop who killed me like an ant and taught me with false love is now begging for my life!"
"You are really a scumbag among believers."
Joan of Arc approached Bishop Pierre's face and said, "You are the heretic."
"Hahahahaha! Sad! Sad! It's so sad that I'm going crazy laughing!"
Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground, his fat body trembling, and kept crying for mercy.
"Ah, by the way, Lord Bishop, since you are already a heretic, I don't need to say more about how heretics should be dealt with."
Joan of Arc smiled, and flames suddenly appeared around Bishop Pierre.
"No...don't...rao-ah!!!!!!"
The girl's chuckle accompanied by the scream was pleasant to the ears.