Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

Gil said solemnly, "With your help, Sieg fled for freedom. His resolve led him back to the war, ultimately leading him to the common fate of most warriors. He fought Karna and died a heroic death, successfully taking Karna with him."

"Ah~ Jeanne~" Jill smiled brightly, "The young man followed his heart and returned to the battle! You chose to take care of the new recruit, giving him a Command Seal as if you were preparing his equipment. This is a manifestation of your love for everyone!"

"And this new recruit completed his transformation on the battlefield, successfully killing a senior enemy general. You, needing his strength, allowed him to follow you here!"

Shakespeare, who was watching the play, made a pleasant sound: "Hmm~"

"Then why didn't you stop him? If you loved him." Marshal Gil's eyes gradually bulged, and his smile gradually twisted: "You should have stopped him even if it meant cutting off his feet!"

Gil threw Sieg's head at Jeanne's feet and exclaimed in admiration: "As expected, Jeanne, you also respect his choice, and don't protect him out of love, right?"

"I, I..." Joan of Arc, or rather the girl possessed by Joan of Arc, Leticia, looked at Sieg's head almost collapsed.

In her inner world, Leticia saw Sieg's unfocused head with dilated pupils. She was crying with her head in her hands and she cried even harder.

Joan of Arc looked at the head on the ground silently, extremely sad about the news of Sieg's death, but this could not defeat the saint who raised the flag to save the country.

Gil spoke again, "The one you helped is dead, Joan of Arc. Sieg died bravely on the battlefield and has received his glorious end."

“…” Joan of Arc looked at Jill sadly.

"Joan of Arc, just like when we gathered together to save our country, betrayal and death were inevitable in the end. Many of those we saved also died soon after."

"Well then," Jill laughed cheerfully. "Those of us who came to fight beside you are also dying one after another. And how long can Mo Li, who chose to help you, hold on?"

"Jeanne, you and I should both remember that he appeared during the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon, and he appeared again in this Holy Grail War you participated in. Both times he chose to stand by you and help you, but this time he didn't have it as easy as last time."

"When you, Jeanne, were constantly involved in various disputes, he appeared and chose to help you. When do you think he would face the crisis of death?"

Joan of Arc's pupils shrank as she suddenly recalled Mo Li's successive performances. The last time he killed the evil dragon Fafnir in seconds, it was because he was indeed very powerful.

Although Mo Li's performance was still very strong this time, he did not show the feeling of crushing and killing the mad Cu Chulainn when chasing him. It was just like Lu Bu fighting against the three heroes. He could beat one easily at first, but it was difficult to beat the next one.

Joan of Arc thought of Mo Li who had appeared inexplicably at the burning ground just now. He was fighting against Karna, Achilles and Cu Chulainn Alter at the same time. He had the upper hand at the beginning, but then gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Jeanne immediately became uneasy: "No, that won't happen. Mo Li is very powerful. As long as he doesn't face the gods directly..."

Jill said meaningfully, "Is it really all right if we don't confront the gods directly? This Holy Grail War involves many heroes and demigods from the Age of Gods alone."

"What about next time? Jeanne, can you guarantee that the next war you participate in will be a simple one? Mo Li may not necessarily experience the war with you, but if he does, can he really abandon you?"

Joan of Arc subconsciously took a step back, looking at Sieg's head on the ground with increasingly sad eyes, not daring to imagine what kind of problems Mo Li would face next.

Because she is a judge, and more than just a judge, as a heroic spirit, she is destined to travel around the world to participate in wars in different eras.

This Holy Grail War may just be a small problem in the future. In other eras, we may really encounter a true God!

Gil said earnestly, "The young man you helped is dead, and we have all died from various problems. So now your new friend, Joan of Arc, has chosen to help you. What will he die for in the end?"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but waver about her future. Her future was destined to be dangerous, and everything she was going to experience was destined to be accompanied by death.

Now that Mo Li is still alive, if Mo Li really dies because of helping her, she dare not think about what will happen to her...

Mo Li seemed to make a mistake on purpose to leave power on himself for positioning and eavesdropping, but later he used this mistake as an excuse to help himself avoid getting into trouble.

And he helped me a lot in this Holy Grail War, sharing a lot of pressure and giving me the truth I desperately needed...

Seeing Joan of Arc was silent for a long time with a very unhappy expression, Shakespeare suddenly smiled and said in a didactic tone: "Joan of Arc, you are only a little girl. Even if you were as strict with yourself as a saint, those seventeen years of simplicity could not be erased."

"Ever since you abandoned your human emotions, you've never been able to defeat me, who has always portrayed human emotions!"

"I am..." Joan of Arc began to waver in her identity. She was no longer the saint who saved the country, but she was destined to participate in more terrifying battlefields everywhere.

The last time was the Evil Dragon's Hundred Years' War, and this time it's the Holy Grail War with the participation of numerous mythical heroes. What about the next time? With Qiqihar's strength, is it really safe to participate?

For a moment, Joan of Arc's mind was filled with all kinds of speculations about Mo Li's death, and her face became more and more sad and at a loss.

"How pitiful..." Gil sighed, "But Joan of Arc, this is enough. We once gathered together to save France. In this era, Sieg's death in battle is already a good outcome for helping you. Now redemption is about to come."

Shakespeare pulled out his pocket watch, checked the time, and laughed, "Come on, that's all for the clown!"

After saying this, Shakespeare casually threw his pocket watch into the pool beside him and made a gesture of invitation behind him: "Next, please welcome our Master, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada!"

Shakespeare did not look at the Holy Grail behind him, but turned to the other side and said: "Begin to save mankind!"

Shiro Amakusa came to the place where the Holy Grail was placed from the entrance on the other side. He had already prepared everything. Before coming, he had confirmed that the battles in various places had subsided.

"My wish has come true, it has truly come true here!" Amakusa Shiro came over to the three of them, holding the Miike Tachi. "Humanity has won!"

Joan of Arc looked at him without daring to agree. His wish was wrong and humanity would only perish because of it!