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Orleans, the Cathedral.
This is the tallest building in the center of Orleans. The surrounding walls are adorned with various murals, appearing grand and ancient, filled with a sense of holiness that inspires awe.
A silver-haired woman sat on the throne, her legs crossed, her face as still as water.
"To eliminate two Servants in an instant, who could it be?"
"What's certain is that the opponent is formidable, likely a helper Jeanne found, and there's also someone from another world rushing here," a man sighed. He wore a cloak, his eyes so wide they seemed about to pop out, inspiring dread. Gilles de Rais, originally a Marshal, had descended into this world as a black magician.
"At this point, the only option is to try and summon a new Servant," Gilles continued. "If we can summon that being, this battle might be stabilized."
"That being?" Jeanne repeated. "Who?"
"King Arthur," Gilles said. "If it's that person, they'll surely help us defeat the enemy."
"Can such a fellow be summoned?" Jeanne murmured, puzzled. She shook her head and continued, "Never mind,
I'll try. Although I'm not confident, if King Arthur can be summoned, the chances of winning this battle will increase greatly."
"The rest is temporarily up to you, Gilles."
"Ah, please leave it to me." Gilles bowed, a morbid smile on his face, his eyes as deep and terrifying as an abyss.
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"Is this Orleans?" The White Dragon looked down at the city below, murmuring to itself. From its appearance, the city's damage wasn't particularly severe, perhaps due to Jeanne's mercy or some other reason. However, the streets were basically deserted. Flying over, they saw almost no one, suggesting that people knew it was wartime and had either hidden in their homes or fled the city.
"Where's the Cathedral?" Asher looked up at the girl on his back. Jeanne was currently rubbing her right palm, which looked red. This was caused by her slapping Asher's head just now. Jeanne didn't know if Asher did it on purpose, but she felt that the white dragon's head was as hard as diamond. It felt so good to touch, yet a slap made her hand ache terribly.
"What's wrong?" the White Dragon asked, puzzled.
"Nothing." Jeanne shook her head, hiding her reddened palm behind her back. If he knew about this, she would definitely be mocked. For some reason, Jeanne had this intuition at the moment.
Asher didn't pay attention and continued to ask, "Should we go directly to the Cathedral now? Or do you have other thoughts?"
Jeanne thought for a moment and said, "Before entering the Cathedral, if possible, I hope to save someone first."
"Who?"
"Gilles," Jeanne said. "If nothing goes wrong, he should be imprisoned in the nearby dungeon."
"Understood. You lead the way, I'll take you there," Asher said straightforwardly. After glancing at the city below and confirming the dungeon's direction, Jeanne couldn't help but ask, "You're not asking me why I'm going to save Gilles?"
"You were once an excellent army leader, after all, so you must have your own reasons," Asher said.
Jeanne was stunned, then her face quickly regained its bright smile: "Thank you for your affirmation, but it would be better if you showed me more respect." Since she was going to guide Asher as an "Big Sister," she had to maintain a certain level of dignity. However, she felt that she had no dignity to speak of in front of Asher.
"The Lord says all people are created equal, which is why
I speak to you as an equal," Asher said.
Jeanne tilted her head slightly. "Is that so...?"
"Probably?"
"Why is that a question?" Jeanne was at a loss for words.
She then put away her thoughts and pointed somewhere below. "It's there. If nothing unexpected happens, Gilles should be imprisoned in the dungeon over there."
"I understand." The white dragon twisted its body and shot towards the direction Jeanne pointed.
Considering the White Dragon's enormous size, Asher immediately reverted to his original form upon landing, then turned to Jeanne and said, "You lead the way." After walking for a while, Asher suddenly stopped and turned to look in a certain direction behind him.
"What's wrong, Ash?" Jeanne asked, puzzled.
"Lend me your weapon," Asher said, then took the longsword from Jeanne's hand. Jeanne followed Asher's gaze, and her eyes soon fixed on a certain spot. She stepped forward. "Who's hiding there!"
"Indeed, quite sharp intuition." A shadow emerged from the darkness, and a white-haired man came into view.
"As expected of the Saintess, and the person next to you," he looked at the young man beside Jeanne. "Who are you"
An invisible thread tautened. Asher threw the longsword, which pierced the man's chest.
"Ugh... at least let me finish my sentence, you scoundrel!"
The man's figure began to become illusory, then slowly disappeared.
"Let's go," Asher raised his hand, and the longsword returned to his hand. Jeanne looked stunned, taking a long
time to recover.
"What's wrong?" Asher looked at Jeanne, puzzled.
"No, I just haven't fully processed it yet..." Jeanne shook her head, calming herself down, and looked back at Asher.
"I thought you would try to gather some information from that person, but you just... so decisively..."
"If we waited for him to unleash his Noble Phantasm, it would become very troublesome, so it's better to deal with him quickly," Asher said. His idea was to use a one-time burst to quickly eliminate the enemy by imbuing the longsword with the "sure-hit" ability,
combined with the blessing of the Runes.
"That counts as a sneak attack, right...?" Jeanne said, slightly confused.
"Of course, that was a sneak attack," Asher replied frankly. He handed the sword to Jeanne. "But as long as we win, it's fine. Alright, let's keep going."
In a sense, Asher and the Tyrant King did share many similarities. Asher didn't dislike fighting fair and square, but he wasn't averse to sneak attacks either. The outcome was what mattered most.
The two continued towards the dungeon. As they walked, recalling what had just happened, Asher suddenly thought of Artoria for no reason and couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "If Lily were here, she'd probably call me despicable."
"Lily?" Jeanne asked curiously. "Who's that?"
"A friend of mine... probably a friend. She's a very upright person, always adhering to knightly etiquette, so she doesn't like sneak attacks either," Asher said. "That girl is very serious, and once she sets her mind on something, she'll go all out, so everyone likes her very much."
"She certainly sounds like a very upright friend," Jeanne's face brightened with a smile. With such an upright friend by her side, she really didn't need to worry too much about Asher going astray. Of course, if Jeanne knew that this upright friend had twice tried to do certain things to Asher, she probably wouldn't think so.
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Meanwhile, in a certain room, a group of people's gazes intentionally or unintentionally fell upon Artoria.
Uathach deliberately sighed loudly, saying, "Oh, how
nice. Ash really likes Lily, he understands her so well."
Facing a group of people's benevolent gazes, Artoria looked somewhat embarrassed, stammering for a long time before finally calming down and saying, "Don't be silly. He's just saying some nice things about me in front of outsiders. It's nothing." Despite saying so, a soft smile still graced her delicate cheeks.
"That's what you say, but the first person Ash thought of was you, which means you hold a very high position in his heart, right?" Uathach continued. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable being pressed by Uathach on such a topic, Artoria glanced around the room and changed the subject: "By the way, why has Sister Morgan been gone for so long and still hasn't returned?"
Just now, after Asher mentioned the age issue, Morgan silently left the room, no one knew where she went. Artoria asked, but Morgan didn't answer, only saying she had some things to take care of.
"She went to find handcuffs and a whip, she's probably on her way back," Vivian said, glancing at Asher at the end, a schadenfreude smile inevitably appearing on her face.
He didn't even need her to act, Asher chose the path of "suicide" himself. Ah, just thinking about it made her feel joyful.
"Handcuffs and a whip..." Artoria repeated, then shook her head. "Sister is still too serious." Ash didn't say anything bad, just mentioned the topic of age. It was the truth, wasn't it? Why would Sister be angry then? There was absolutely no need.
"That goddess is too petty," Scathach also shook her head.
Comparing them like this, the difference between her and Morgan became apparent. Although her apprentice mentioned her age, Scathach was completely unconcerned. Her mind was much broader than Morgan's.
"Shishou, please try to restrain my Big Sister later," Artoria said.
"Don't worry," Scathach said with a faint smile. Asher was her disciple. How could she let Morgan do anything bad to her disciple? She's really a narrow-minded goddess.
At this moment, Asher and Jeanne were still walking towards the dungeon. Jeanne observed her surroundings, continuing to ask, "From your description, that person named Lily sounds like quite a perfect woman."
Artoria's ears twitched slightly, and her attention immediately focused on Asher.
"No, no, no," Asher said with a chuckle, waving his hand.
"Lily has tons of flaws too. For example, she's rigid, repressed, a bit tsundere, and she develops slowly... even though she eats so much every day, I don't know where it all goes. Plus, she's very stubborn, gets stuck in her own ways, and is a bit of a battle maniac. Her competitive spirit is super strong, and frankly, I've suffered quite a bit because of it."
"And her cooking is terrible. She never knows how to put in the right amount of seasoning," Asher continued.
"Why does it sound like you're mentioning more flaws than virtues...?" Jeanne said with a smile.
"It's about half and half. Half virtues, half flaws," Asher arrived at the dungeon entrance.
"What about your Shishou?" Jeanne asked.
"My Shishou, she's... a rather serious person," Asher raised his hand, knocked out a guard at the door, and stepped into the dungeon. "I suffered a lot during training with my Shishou. Although she's a beauty, she's also a true battle maniac. Most people in our country are afraid of her, but she's very experienced, having gone through a lot, you know."
"And honestly, I always get distracted when fighting her."
"Why?" Jeanne asked in confusion.
"Hmm..." Asher thought for a moment. "It's a bit complicated to explain. Anyway, it's hard for me to focus when fighting her. Plus, Shishou holds grudges.
Sometimes, if you offend her, she won't say it directly, but she'll retaliate against me in battle. So, she's very vengeful, that's it."
"What about your sister then? Didn't you say your
Shishou also had an adopted daughter?"
"Hmm... You mean Sister Uathach," Asher pondered for a moment, casually slapped a few rushing guards unconscious, picked up one guard, and slammed him back onto another enemy charging at him. "She's too devious.
Sometimes it's hard for me to know what she's thinking.
Although she usually seems clueless and silly, lately I always feel like she's very smart." Asher waved the dungeon key in his hand. "Also, Sister used to like to tease me, but she'd immediately chicken out once I teased her back. You understand what I mean? Sister Uathach is the kind of girl who only dares to scare people from a distance, but gets scared herself once someone approaches her. So, she's very timid, that's it."
The two chatted as they walked into the dungeon. Jeanne thought for a moment. "By the way, that Merlin you mentioned earlier... who is he?"
"A lolicon," Asher said concisely.
"Eh?"
"Merlin is a perverted lolicon. You just need to remember that."
Jeanne hesitated for a moment, then a smile quickly appeared on her face: "I see, Merlin is a perverted lolicon,
I'll remember that."
"Is this the place?" Asher walked to the front of the dungeon. A flame lit up at his fingertips, illuminating the dim, damp cell. In the cell, he indeed saw a man, Marshal Gilles, as Jeanne had called him.
"Gilles!" Jeanne quickly walked forward. Upon hearing the Saintess's voice, Gilles also suddenly looked up. Seeing Jeanne, a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"That's great, I'm glad you're alright."
"Let's save the chatter for later. We need to leave here first," Asher said, taking out the key to unlock the cell.
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On the other side, Morgan walked into the room, the handcuffs in her hand clanking, glittering with a dazzling metallic sheen. She looked at the empty room in confusion, then couldn't help but ask Merlin, "Where did everyone go?"
"They all went out, seems they went to find some interrogation tools," Merlin said, a very bright smile on his face. "Frankly, I'm already a bit tempted to punch him."
"Why?"
"...I'm not a lolicon!"
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