Jeanne was standing by the cliff not far from the castle, looking at the direction where the divine spear and the Holy Sword had twice scraped the surface of the earth, with an expression of loss.
Just when she took action to use her Noble Phantasm to avoid the area damage of Lancer's Noble Phantasm, she received a revelation.
The person she had to face was now not far away.
But when Karna's Noble Phantasm ended, and she stopped her defense, preparing to take the initiative to attack, she didn't expect a torrent of sword light composed of golden light to slash toward Karna from Artoria's direction again.
Then... the revelation notified her that her job was done, and she could get off work.
Jeanne almost dropped the flag-spear in her hand to the ground right then and there.
Is this fucking playing with Heroic Spirits!
Ever since she manifested, she had basically done none of her actual work.
She was either bumming meals off of Daniel and the others, watching them perform rites for Jack the Ripper, or blocking the aftermath of a few Noble Phantasms.
She hadn't even seen the face of that person called Amakusa Shirou Tokisada yet!
"Um, I think Jeanne has already been working very hard!"
The most tragic part was that she was even comforted by Leticia, that good girl who had watched everything from beginning to end.
It made the Heroic Spirit unable to help but shed tears.
"However, since the Ruler's work is already finished, what will you do, Jeanne?" Leticia asked curiously. "Will you be forcibly recalled? Or can you continue to stay?"
"I don't have the feeling of being forcibly recalled," Jeanne replied, shaking her head. "After all, the Ruler's main duty, besides eliminating 'anomalies' in the Holy Grail War, is to ensure the smooth progress of the Holy Grail War."
"But as far as the current situation goes, I don't think this Holy Grail War can continue to proceed smoothly," Jeanne sighed with a distressed look. "No, rather, from the very beginning, there was never any possibility of this Holy Grail War being held normally and smoothly."
After all, there was Daniel and his group.
And Artoria was also an existence that exceeded specifications.
Even the greater grail had now fallen into Daniel's hands.
The Holy Grail War could basically be said to be finished, with only the final procedure of 'wishing' left.
"I see," Leticia breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought Jeanne would be forcibly recalled."
"It seems you really don't want me to be recalled?" Jeanne's lips curled up slightly.
She felt this must be because Leticia was reluctant to part with her.
"Yeah, because you haven't started weaving the shroud of turin yet, Jeanne," Leticia replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "There are nearly a million children under the age of ten waiting for your salvation."
Jeanne's smile instantly crumbled.
That's right, she still had to keep working!
"Now that the Holy Grail War can basically be said to be over, you can finally weave the shroud of turin with peace of mind, Jeanne," Leticia said happily.
"Y-yeah, that's right."
"I seem to have heard that someone already wants to start the work of weaving the shroud of turin now." Albedo's voice suddenly came from behind, speaking words that made Jeanne's body instantly stiffen.
"It's perfect, then. I came this time specifically to take Miss Jeanne to the side of the greater grail to perform the weaving of the shroud of turin." Albedo appeared in front of Jeanne with a beaming smile.
"Ah, ah... I understand." Jeanne hung her head and gave up the struggle.
Sigisval Town.
The situation now had become completely different from before.
The original ownership of the homunculi was in the hands of the Yggdmillennia Clan, so their actions were all controlled by members of the Yggdmillennia Clan.
But now their ownership belonged to Daniel, and Daniel had handed the command of the homunculi remaining in the town to Albedo, so she had long since started arranging for the homunculi to re-lay out obstacles to block the sight and footsteps of pedestrians.
She also incidentally built a simple little shed over the greater grail.
Or rather, a station specifically for Jeanne to weave the shroud of turin.
"Please begin, Miss Jeanne." Albedo's golden pupils stared intently at Jeanne, urging her on.
She was impatient to see Jeanne's shroud of turin.
"I know, I'll start right away." Jeanne sighed helplessly. "By the way, what style should the shroud of turin be woven into? A coat? Underwear? A cloak? Or bandages?"
Albedo's expression stiffened slightly.
After she used communication magic to contact Aura and learned of Daniel's requirements from her, a smile reappeared on her face.
"Most styles are fine, as long as they are suitable for people to wear. However, underwear is unnecessary. After all, those children are still in a growth phase, and basically change every month or two. If we make shroud of turin in the style of underwear, it will likely have to be dismantled and redone before long."
"Hmm, that makes sense." Jeanne looked down subconsciously, barely able to see her own toes.
But one had to know, she hadn't even reached twenty years old when she died in her previous life.
In other words, after incarnation, she might still have another growth spurt.
If she was like this, then what about the children who weren't even ten years old yet?
The changes would definitely be even greater.
"I understand, then let's construct it in the style of bandages. Anyway, no matter how they grow, the long strip shape of bandages can cover various parts of the body." Jeanne nodded in agreement.
"Um, Jeanne, please don't use my body as a template!" Leticia reminded her in a somewhat panicked tone.
Although when acting as a vessel, her body being judged as similar to Jeanne's was the reason why the process could be completed so easily.
But this body blueprint was hers.
Being looked at with the eyes of someone using her as a template still made her feel very embarrassed.
Then, the work began.
Jeanne began the work of weaving the shroud of turin using the magical energy borrowed from the greater grail.
Hmm, should she say it was fortunate that her class was Ruler?
Borrowing magical energy from the greater grail did not feel like it had any obstacles at all.
She was fully devoted to the weaving work of the shroud of turin, but Albedo beside her was a bit unsettled.
"At the very least, it's at the level of a Divine Artifact... and this thing, they want to manufacture millions of sets?" Albedo looked at Jeanne as if she were looking at a wholesaler of Divine Artifacts.
And the items in the hands of this Divine Artifact wholesaler were all free!
A treasure trove!
This was definitively a huge treasure trove!
Hmm, perhaps it was time to consider upgrading Jeanne's treatment to a different level.
Shalltear didn't really care about this.
After all, it was just a Divine Artifact; who didn't have one?
Besides, she didn't really want to wear a Divine Artifact in the style of a bandage.
It would ruin her image.
After noticing the commotion here, Atalanta also came over to take a look.
After all, this thing was going to save the lives of millions of children later, so she had to come and see.
Judging by the production situation of the shroud of turin she saw, Atalanta's originally tense mood relaxed a little.
It was just that the output was too low.
At this rate, when would they ever reach the goal of a million sets?
"…How about I encourage the master to summon a few more saints down to help weave the shroud of turin together?" Atalanta began to consider whether to pull a batch of free labor from the Throne to come down and work.
"By the way, does Sanzang know how to weave the shroud of turin?" Kriemhild leaned over to discuss.
"Probably not, Sanzang doesn't seem to have the'Saint' trait," Atalanta replied, shaking her head with some regret.
In the temple, Sanzang, who was performing rites for Jack the Ripper, twitched her lips a few times, wishing she could rush out and give that woman who wanted her to experience death from overwork a whack with her staff.
This girl Kriemhild couldn't be trusted.
If there was work, she really wanted to keep you busy until you died.
Whoosh—
The light of the greater grail suddenly brightened by several shades.
The few Servants present were all uncomfortable and covered their eyes.
"My god, just how intense is the fighting on that battlefield? Such a massive amount of magical energy is pouring out." Atalanta said, turning her head to look at Albedo.
"Hmm—it's quite intense. Anyway, when I went over, the area within a thousand meters in front of that castle had almost all turned into charred remains," Albedo answered after recalling for a moment.
"Hiss—"
"Then which Servant was just infused into the greater grail?" Atalanta's ears twitched slightly as she asked Albedo.
"Oh, it's that cold-faced man who is always floating in mid-air," Albedo replied. "I remember his name is Karna, right?"
"It's him. No wonder it's such a large amount." Atalanta nodded in understanding.
"But it's not just him," Jeanne suddenly found time to add a few words. "The magical energy of the Red Assassin, Semiramis, as well as that of the Ruler, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada, who has lived to this day after incarnating during the previous Holy Grail War, should have also entered the greater grail."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this magical energy is almost overflowing all at once," Atalanta shook her head. "No wonder we didn't have to wait to use the greater grail to incarnate us before starting to weave the shroud of turin."
The morning light pierced the night sky once more.
Watching the sliver of whiteness and dark red gradually appearing in the east, everyone began to intentionally lower their voices.
"Sanzang's rite work over there is also almost finished. It is estimated that before noon, we should be able to completely cleanse the remaining resentment of Jack the Ripper and then cast the last batch of vengeful spirits into new births," Atalanta murmured, looking towards the temple with a gentle smile.
"After this work is finished, it will be about time for us to use the greater grail to incarnate." Saying this, Atalanta looked at Kriemhild. "Aren't you coming with us? Perhaps you will have a chance to see Siegfried again in the future."
"I've already seen him," Kriemhild replied with a gloomy expression. "That man hasn't changed at all. He's still the same as before, very skilled at making me angry."
"In the end, he returned to the Throne on his own without having done anything."
"That was just the Siegfried of this Holy Grail War," Atalanta persuaded. "Perhaps somewhere, you might see a Siegfried of a different possibility? After all, the Holy Grail War and Heroic Spirit summoning are such incredible things."
"But I don't know what use I can be to the master," Kriemhild looked up at Atalanta. "I'm not like you; I don't like children. I'm not like Sanzang, who can cleanse resentment for wronged spirits and vengeful spirits, and I'm not like Jeanne, who can weave useful shroud of turin."
"My existence will only intensify the conflicts between factions," Kriemhild continued, pulling at the corner of her mouth. "Besides that, I'm also a Berserker with Mad Enhancement EX; who knows when I might be blinded by rage and do something detrimental to everyone."
"That's why you need to incarnate," Atalanta continued to persuade. "After incarnation, the negative effects brought by Mad Enhancement will be significantly reduced."
"As for intensifying the conflicts between factions, isn't that even better?" Atalanta's eyes suddenly shone with light. "We can make full use of your ability to intensify the factional conflicts among the native inhabitants of those worlds. Watching them fight to the death, we will be responsible for gathering those children they can't attend to at that time!"
"This way, we can effectively gather the abandoned and persecuted children, and at the same time punish those hateful humans. Why not do it?"
Atalanta's fanatical attitude left Kriemhild unsure whether to be happy or worried.
Albedo, on the side, looked at Atalanta thoughtfully, and finally, not knowing what she was thinking, even nodded, with an attitude of 'I am very satisfied with you.'
If one could act as a third party and reap the benefits, who would still like to risk casualties to participate in those dangerous things?
Albedo, whose perspective had been broadened by Atalanta's words, now began to value Kriemhild's 'Kill Compensation A' skill.
Jeanne was sweating cold sweat as she listened.
The more she heard these people's words, the more her back felt chilly.
Should she discuss with Daniel to properly manage these few?
"Miss Jeanne, I advise you not to interfere, and definitely don't go to Mr. Daniel to snitch," Leticia advised. "You should know that people who snitch will be ostracized by the group."
"Also, if you get distracted and weave the shroud of turin incorrectly, it would be too wasteful and too much of a pity."
The Saint of Salvation, Miss Jeanne, considered it for two seconds and felt that what Leticia said made a lot of sense.
So she simply closed off her external perceptions and devoted herself entirely to the great work of weaving the shroud of turin.
Rikudou Reika didn't think there was any problem with the topic the Servants were discussing; anyway, it had nothing to do with her, a quasi-cook.
Instead of caring about things that had nothing to do with her, she might as well take advantage of this last bit of time to have a heart-to-heart talk with Jack the Ripper.
She would never have the chance to chat with Jack-chan again in the future.
While recording the conversation between the two with a camera, Rikudou Reika thought this with a somewhat sorrowful heart while chatting with Jack the Ripper.
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