After listening to Martha's information, Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into thinking, while others had different expressions.
"Sanson..." Mary sighed.
The end of her life was the indifferent Sanson and the falling guillotine.
She was afraid of Sanson and hated the guillotine even more.
But now Sanson is also in France, and there is no doubt that he is a servant of the enemy...
Mary was a little scared, so scared that she trembled a little.
Mozart came over and took Mary's hand: "Please don't be afraid, my queen."
"...Hmm." Normally, Mary would have said that Mozart was pretending to be a prank or something, but now she just silently held Mozart's hand.
Moreover, in addition to Sanson's surprise, the name Dion also surprised Marie.
She must have known Dion, a beautiful young knight, and she had personally awarded her a medal.
Joan of Arc also fell silent.
"Jill..." she murmured to herself sadly.
Gilles de Rey was the most loyal and combat-savvy general around her, her best friend and most reliable subordinate. During her lifetime, many military operations would not have been possible without Gilles de Rey, let alone
She is said to have gained a reputation as the "Saint of the Nation".
As the person who could be said to know Gilles de Rey best, Joan of Arc felt very keenly that there was something fishy about many things between them.
Roman had a drop of cold sweat on his temples: "Really, every one of the other party's followers is really not simple..."
"Knight Dion, Greek huntress Atalanta, Vampire Archduke Vlad III, all of them are famous figures..." Matthew frowned.
"Yeah..." Lawrence held his chin, "And apart from the combat power of at least five of the opponent's cavalry servants, the giant dragon is currently the biggest obstacle."
"The Fafnir that was just created by Black Joan using the Holy Grail is completely different from the monster wrapped in black energy now." Martha blinked and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was thinking, "That berserker,
It should carry the concept of other top dragon species, and now what we have to face is no longer a simple Fafnir, but a more powerful creature."
"Furthermore, I must also say I'm sorry." Martha lowered her face and covered her chest, "The only possibility of defeating Fafnir is to retreat under the siege that I participated in. This is a fatal mistake I made.
"
"At that time, Miss Martha was in a state of madness where she could not control herself. If I were to blame you in that state, it would be my fault as the Master." Ritsuka Fujimaru helped Martha up and sighed.
"Besides, my plan also needs Miss Martha."
"...I understand, and I will fully cooperate." Martha stood up and looked at her Master with holy and serious eyes.
"Thank you." Fujimaru Ritsuka also found a place to sit down, "Our current combat power is actually quite a lot."
"The total lineup of nine servants is enough for us to do a lot of things." Lawrence smiled.
Now Chaldea has a lot of fighting power. Mashu and Lawrence were brought from Chaldea, and then Camilla and Martha were brought over with command spells. The remaining five are all
He was summoned to this twisted France on his own initiative early on, and now he has concluded a temporary contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Miss Martha, although the plan has not been formulated yet, I still want to tell you my basic ideas." Fujimaru Ritsuka took a bite of the dried meat.
"Please tell me." After touching Tarasque's head, Martha's expression was gentle.
"The dragon slayer is gone, so besides the dragon slaying hero, there is another way to kill the dragon."
"You mean..." Martha narrowed her eyes.
She seemed to understand somewhat.
"Create another dragon and let the two dragons fight." Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes flashed with a confident smile.
Martha looked at Tarask, who was much smaller than Fafnir and looked very naive, and smiled involuntarily: "Tarrask, do you want to restore the prestige you had before you left with me?
"
Tarasque was a little panicked: "Sister, what are you talking about? I like you very much. Please don't hit me."
Martha glared at Tarasque so fiercely that he quickly covered his head with his short hands in fright.
Everyone: Stare——
Martha instantly returned to her saintly appearance: "I mean, are you willing to help us fight against that terrifying dragon..."
Tarasque was stunned.
"But, eldest sister, my current strength..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Tarask." Matthew also came over and touched the down on Tarask's neck, "We won't let you fight against that thing without preparation."
This hair feels pretty good!
Lawrence stood behind and smiled.
Since the strange black mist on the dragon was added later, then...
Moreover, the strange behavior displayed by the dragon at that time also puzzled Lawrence.
The fire-breathing ability possessed by bipedal dragons, it is impossible for Fafnir, as a high-ranking dragon species, not to be without it.
But at that time, the flying height and speed of the dragon could definitely send the people of Chaldea away with a burst of flames. At that time, Lawrence was planning to self-destruct his spiritual base and release the Noble Phantasm.
But it stopped, and the way it stopped was extremely weird.
It's like... fighting against yourself?
Therefore, Lawrence reasoned, dragons are imperfect, even incomplete.
Martha was slightly silent.
Tarasque's original strength...
How could the son of Leviathan, the top dragon species, be weak?
If it weren't for God's help and my own iron fist, I wouldn't have been able to subdue it, let alone influence it.
"I will use my magic to strengthen Tarask. Moreover, Miss Martha, you must have a way to strengthen your own Noble Phantasm." Lawrence was also playing with the big turtle.
This kind of mythical beast from the age of the gods is rare to see, so hurry up and touch it more.
Martha: "...Well, I do."
Tarasque wavered a little, but Martha's hand on its neck grabbed a small piece of its skin.
Tarask: Don't dare to move. Don't dare to move.
Her expression flashed abnormally for a moment, and then returned to normal: "Please rest assured, I understand the seriousness of the matter deep in my heart."
"I understand, she is a saintly lady after all."
Camilla stood aside and captured Martha's unnatural moment.
...It seems that the so-called [means] are either extremely costly or difficult to control.
I hope you can really understand the priorities of things, my holy lady...
Without thinking much, Camilla went to confront Elizabeth again. She now regrets extremely why she was soft-hearted and let this guy out of the Iron Maiden. This is simply a walking black history!
Joan of Arc smiled. It seemed that everyone was full of energy and she could already see hope!