"Really, is this what happened on the battlefield of Lasalitai..."
"A Servant who looks exactly like me, haha, hahahahahaha!!!"
Black Joan held her forehead and laughed wildly.
"That's it, that's it!"
"It's so funny, I can't help but laugh!"
Black Joan was sitting on the throne, holding her stomach and laughing. Below, the spearman who had been put into a mad state again was standing and continuing to report.
Several other mad followers stood aside and remained silent.
Gilles de Rey stood aside with a smile, looking at Black Joan with a hint of longing and enthusiasm.
After a while, Black Jeanne calmed down.
"Ah, walking with another, weak and humble me, there is also a servant holding a shield, a strong caster and a master whose origin is unknown, right?"
"Yes, so, my master, who holds the three-horse servant, what are your plans?" Under Vlad III's elegant expression, there was a hint of bloody murderous intent.
He is a strong man and a bloodthirsty vampire.
He was forcibly weakened by the caster, and was knocked out by the shield girl with a shield.
Vlad III regarded this incident as his own shame.
In the previous battles, he had always maintained a relaxed and carefree fighting style, fighting Matthew unhurriedly and admiring the battle on another battlefield.
Then Matthew's shield taught him what it means to be young, don't be too arrogant.
Seeing the anger hidden under Vlad III's smile, Black Joan smiled.
"You don't need to remind me, I naturally understand this truth. Tsk, I really want to rush in front of me right now and see that holy face."
"And the Hidden Man was actually killed... what a waste." Black Joan snorted coldly.
"My holy virgin, do you need to summon the servant again?" Gil de Rey admonished.
"Well, I plan to use the Holy Grail again to summon a few riding servants." Black Joan's attitude towards Gil de Rey was not so sharp, and she nodded.
Taking out the Holy Grail, Black Joan walked to the summoning formation behind the throne that she had used before.
...
"...Human history is used as fuel..." Camilla frowned and repeated the facts spoken by Lawrence.
The exchange of information has ended. After learning what had happened, Camilla basically told her all the information she had learned.
Her camp belongs to Chaos and Evil, but from the perspective of a historical figure, Camilla is, after all, a servant who belongs to the side of human history.
Although her happy-go-lucky personality allows her to follow Joan of Arc to destroy France without any guilt, but now that she has been forced to switch to the Chaldean side, it would be a good idea to help them do it.
Besides...she was just unhappy with the woman who had just summoned her and put the yoke of madness on her.
Although Lawrence seems to be in need of a beating.
Camilla looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a downcast look: "I will temporarily admit this little girl as my master."
Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled.
Matthew and Jeanne were both very happy.
"But..." Camilla licked her lips. She was not wearing a mask at this time, her tiger fangs reflected her bright red lips, and she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with eager eyes, "Sign a contract with a vampire, be careful.
There are two holes on the back of the neck."
"It doesn't matter." Fujimaru Ritsuka has no other advantages, except that she can endure hardships. During the two days she came to France, and Fuyuki before that, she almost relied on her legs to get there, "As long as you can serve us.
, so what if I suck some blood for you."
Lawrence stretched out his hand to stop the anxious Matthew.
Looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka's firm eyes, Camilla was stunned.
He smiled and said: "How did a little girl of your age get such eyes..."
"This look was entrusted to me by others." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled happily.
Several faces passed through my mind.
Cu Chulainn, Anno, Matthew, Black King Arthur, Olga Marie, and Dr. Romani Archman asked when they were willing to take on the mission of repairing human history.
She is determined and without hesitation and will remain so in the future.
Lawrence looked at his Master with a smile.
Before coming to the French Singularity, she had a long conversation with Leonardo da Vinci and Roman.
Both of them were full of praise for Fujimaru Ritsuka.
My master will definitely not be an incompetent person.
On the contrary, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who did not hesitate to shoulder such a heavy responsibility as the only hope in a situation of absolute despair, may... be the person most worthy of respect.
Joan of Arc clapped her hands and called out to several people: "Then, let's think about what to do next."
"Well, if we want to march into Orleans, we need more plans..." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.
...
After discussing some matters, in order to relieve fatigue, Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned against a tree and quickly fell asleep.
Matthew stayed by her side to watch the night.
Camilla was sitting in an open space, wondering what she was thinking.
"Mrs. Bathory." Joan of Arc's voice came from behind.
Camilla did not turn her head, but said quietly: "Being alone with a vampire in the dark is not a good choice."
"It's okay, I'm here too, you're not alone." came a clear and sweet voice, but in Camila's ears it was quite unbeatable.
"Tsk." She smacked her mouth a little irritably.
Lawrence's diamond fist left a lot of impression on her.
And as a stealth person who is good at killing with one blow, the assassination was actually resisted by a weak magician...
Well, not too weak.
The costumes of Lawrence and Camilla both have a strong aristocratic style, but one looks bloody and violent, while the other looks elegant and shining.
"I hate you, Lawrence. Even if I knew you in life, I would still hate you." Camilla said bluntly.
Joan of Arc was sandwiched between the two bosses, and she didn't know what to say and had no sense of presence.
"...It's such an honor." Lawrence smiled, a wry smile.
She sat not far from Camilla and looked up at the night sky.
"This is for you." Lawrence threw a small crystal bottle to Camilla.
Camilla raised her hand and caught what Lawrence threw to her.
"This is my magic, a healing type of magic. This path we are taking will definitely be accompanied by a lot of battles. I can't give you buffs at any time, so take this with you just in case. Because it's short
You can only drink it once within a time period, so I won’t give you more.”
Joan of Arc looked at Lawrence and Camilla, wondering what she was thinking.
Black Joan of Arc, huge evil dragon, numerous followers...