I'm an Assassin! Can't You Show Some Respect?!
Jeanne d'Arc Alter, holding the Holy Grail, could summon Servants. While their quality might be questionable, their quantity was certainly unlimited; all that was needed was the accumulation of Mana in the Summoning Ritual.
Although she couldn't summon dozens consecutively, two a day was no problem.
Two unfamiliar figures appeared in the Summoning Ritual: a Berserker covered in black armor, and an Assassin in black clothes with white hair.
"Is this all for today? Not enough! It's nowhere near enough!"
Despite summoning two new Servants, Jeanne d'Arc Alter wasn't satisfied. The strength of her opponents made her very insecure. If those twelve Knights were real, she would need several times their military power to defeat them, because none of those Knights were pushovers. Even she respected the fame of the Knights of the Round Table.
"You two, go stand guard outside for now."
Gilles gave the order, and the Assassin and Berserker obeyed, exiting the main hall.
"Oh~ My beautiful Jeanne, are you tired? Please, don't overwork yourself so much; make sure to rest. All the current difficulties are but fleeting clouds. We still have dragons, and many Heroic Spirits, there's no need to worry."
Gilles walked up to Jeanne d'Arc Alter and bowed.
Jeanne d'Arc Alter looked at Gilles, frowning as she spoke.
"Gilles, in your eyes, am I a fake?"
"No! Absolutely not! You are the true one! The one and only Jeanne d'Arc!"
Gilles exclaimed excitedly. Jeanne d'Arc Alter smiled slightly upon hearing this.
"It's fortunate to have you, Gilles. You're always like this, always by my side, supporting me, helping me."
"It's my honor, Jeanne. Please allow me to continue this way; protecting you is my duty. Go and rest for a bit, Jeanne. I'll take care of everything else. Don't worry, when you wake up, you'll hear good news."
Gilles said, his wide, Kosei-like eyes looking somewhat unnerving.
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Gilles. I'll go rest for a while. I'll leave it to you."
Jeanne d'Arc Alter did feel a hint of weariness. She turned and walked towards the side hall, which was her resting place.
After Jeanne d'Arc Alter left, the smile vanished from Gilles's face. He turned and walked out of the main hall, looking at the several Servants at the entrance and speaking coldly.
"Go. Go and kill everyone you see, collect their souls, and bring them all back."
At Gilles's command, the Assassin and Berserker immediately turned and left. Only the Mad Enhanced Saber hesitated for a moment, but with a glare from Gilles, it could only turn and comply.
Such is the sorrow of a Servant. The moment you become a Servant, you lose your stance. Even if your Master tells you to face your own country, your friends, or even your family, you cannot resist.
Thus, a large army of monsters poured out of Orléans, like a swarm of locusts. Wherever they went, cities were destroyed, and all living beings were slaughtered; there was no intention of leaving anyone alive.
Inside Orléans, captured civilians and soldiers were brutally murdered. Their blood and souls were collected and then injected into the Summoning Ritual within the main hall.
The originally dazzling Summoning Ritual was stained black and red, and an evil aura lingered above Orléans. The many Wyverns circling in the sky above Orléans now became unwilling to approach Orléans. Only the black Evil Dragon, coiled within the castle, lifted its eyes to glance at the overflowing evil aura, raised its brow slightly, and then closed its eyes again to sleep.
The changes in Orléans caused all the Servants in the Singularity to sense something.
Everyone looked towards Orléans, feeling as if something incredible was about to emerge.
On the other side, Jeanne d'Arc knelt on one knee amidst the ruins, her flag fluttering behind her, and a large amount of golden light dissipated.
She was praying, praying for the souls of those who had died in the city.
Marie condensed roses in her hands, firing rose-petal orbs to shatter the approaching zombies, then conjured a whirlwind of crystal roses to shred the skeleton soldiers.
Though she appeared delicate, Marie's strength was considerable. As expected of a queen, she truly had some tricks up her sleeve.
Mo Shuying and his group also arrived. Mash and Qin Liangyu stepped in to help, and one monster after another was defeated, their souls transcending under Jeanne d'Arc's prayers.
When the last zombie fell, Jeanne d'Arc slowly opened her eyes. She rose and bowed to everyone, radiating a holy light.
"Thank you all, thank you for your assistance."
Marie shook her head.
"It's nothing, it's what I should do. Rather, it's my mission and my duty."
As the embodiment of royal beauty, Marie deeply loved everything about France.
The departed souls had now been laid to rest, and it was time to continue their journey.
Everyone could sense the changes in the direction of Orléans, like a dark cloud pressing down on their hearts. They had to get there quickly, or something bad was sure to happen.
However, just then.
"Disciple."
Li Shuwen called out to Mo Shuying and gave him a look.
Mo Shuying, through his sunglasses, understood Li Shuwen's meaning. He turned to look at a collapsed building nearby, then activated Presence Concealment and walked towards it.
As Mo Shuying approached the building, he realized there was someone inside. Although the presence was weak, there was a Mana fluctuation—it was a Servant.
Mo Shuying said nothing, stepping over the fallen door. As soon as one foot entered the room, suddenly!
"Swish!"
A sword light slashed from the darkness of the room! It was fast and aimed at Mo Shuying's vital points!
"Hou~"
Mo Shuying, without changing his expression, pulled back, letting the greatsword pass in front of him. Then, he sidestepped and delivered a heavy kick to the waist of the person wielding the sword!
"Bang!!"
The attacker, a white-haired man in armor wielding a greatsword, was kicked flying by Mo Shuying, crashing through a wall and landing on the street.
"I don't get it. My Presence Concealment isn't low-level, so why do people always notice me when I use it?"
Mo Shuying was annoyed. He felt like the whole world disrespected his Class.
"Pfft! Cough, cough!"
The white-haired man spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to his feet, gripping his greatsword with both hands. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Mo Shuying.
"A human? A Mage? Cough, cough!!"
As he spoke, the white-haired Saber could barely hold his sword. He plunged it into the ground and knelt on one knee, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.
"Who is this person?"
Everyone gathered around, but no one knew who he was.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up as she looked at the man's attire. She spoke up.
"Could it be... he's the dragon-slaying hero?"
"Huh? No way? He looks so pathetic, he could slay a dragon?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's words were met with doubt, and the white-haired Saber gave a wry smile.
Of course, this was the perfect moment for Mo Shuying, the Heroic Spirit encyclopedia, to make his appearance.
"He truly is the dragon-slaying hero. His True Name is Siegfried, the great hero who once slew the Evil Dragon Fafnir. With him around, there's no need to fear Wyverns or Evil Dragons. Oh, that's assuming he's not injured. In his current state... if he hadn't bathed in dragon's blood, making his body incredibly tough, he might have already returned to the Throne."
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