I don't want to be a heroic spirit

In this city, it gets dark faster than in other cities.

The subtle dark purple of dusk gradually spread from the sky and flowed into the brilliant sunset in the west.

"Has it really been a thousand years since I was there? Why is there nothing here?"

Mordred said unhappily, "I've heard that there are tall buildings and amusement parks in modern times, so why don't I see any?"

After being summoned, servants will be automatically given various modern knowledge to help them adapt to the current era, so Mordred asked this question.

However, those are just knowledge after all, just like seeing pictures in a book, which is still very different from personal experience.

"This is the characteristic of this town. It has preserved the medieval architectural features as much as possible."

Artoria was beside Mordred, chatting with him normally, and their relationship seemed very harmonious.

"Are you crazy? What's the point of preserving this old building? Many places are obviously inconvenient, but I heard that nowadays you can drink clean water without even leaving the house, right? It's like magic, and the key is that everyone has it. Isn't that much better than our time?"

"People of this era have their own conveniences, and people of the past had their own wisdom. Regardless of the era, humans have always explored the unknown, expanded their horizons, and unleashed their curiosity and creativity for the sake of survival, convenience, and growth." Altria said with emotion, "Humanity desires to explore the future, but it will not abandon the wisdom of the past. It is precisely because of this inherited wisdom that humanity can raise its sails to the mysterious seas. This is humanity's flaw, but it is also the reason why humanity shines."

Chapter 214: Encounter with Joan of Arc

"But, that guy hasn't shown up yet? I'm getting hungry waiting..."

What Modred was talking about was naturally Jack the Ripper. At this moment, she and Altria were not in the Lion's Realm because they wanted to lure Jack the Ripper out.

If there were servants around Lion Jie Jie Li, they might run away out of fear.

"The sun hasn't completely set yet. If we want him to show up, we'll have to wait until nightfall, when it's completely dark. That's when we Servants are most active." Altria said calmly, "Fortunately, there's been a lot of news about the killer lately, and people are panicking. Residents basically stay indoors at night, so your Master will be very visible then."

"Will they really fall for it? After all, it looks like a trap no matter how you look at it, right?"

"So what if it's a trap? We just need to get rid of the person before it's triggered. Servants all have their own pride. Even Jack the Ripper subconsciously looks down on magicians. Especially after hunting so many magicians, her sense of crisis has become numb. What we need to do is to take advantage of her pride."

The two people were separated from the Lion Tribulation Realm by a distance. Of course, this distance was not too long. It not only prevented the Lion Tribulation Realm from disappearing from their sight, but also ensured that support could be provided in a very short time.

"But, have you finished the snacks I gave you earlier? Are you craving something else?"

When Altria asked this question doubtfully, Mordred's whole body stiffened for a moment.

"Um... that... this... I'm done. Yes! I finished it a long time ago!" Mordred said a little panickedly. "After all, it was just a little bit! Not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth. I ate it all before I knew it!"

"is it?"

Altria had no expression on her face and did not doubt Mordred's words. After all, she didn't think Mordred had any reason to deceive her on such a small matter.

"Well, let's see if there's anything we want to eat when we pass by other shops later... I still have quite a bit of money left, so it should be enough to last me until the Holy Grail War is over. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

"All right, I'll eat whatever you eat, Father...except mashed potatoes."

"There's no way I'm going to eat mashed potatoes. It brings back some bad memories that should have been put behind me long ago."

"Really?" Mordred's face turned strange. "Every time Gao Xiaowen made mashed potatoes, didn't you always eat them all, father?"

"Because food is very precious, we can't just not eat it because it tastes bad. That would be irresponsible to both the food and the people who are starving... Although Gao Wenqing's mashed potatoes are indeed unpalatable."

As if she recalled some bad memories, Altria's face turned ugly.

"Father, you should have said this to that fool Gawain earlier. Every time he saw you eating so cleanly, he really thought he was a good cook."

"Maybe it's true as you said... But I always feel that I shouldn't dampen Gawain's enthusiasm like that. It would be too pitiful for him."

"No, we should strike him down hard, leaving him to lick his wounds in a damp, dark corner like a defeated dog." Mordred seemed to have a strong opinion of Gawain. "He always has that sun-bright smile and criticizes me like an older brother. It makes me feel sick."

"That should be Lord Gawain's way of expressing goodwill. Mordred, you should also learn to accept other people's kindness. Listening to others' opinions is also the way of a king."

"Alright, alright, Father, how did you become so long-winded? Did you learn bad habits from Gawain or Bedivere?" Mordred crossed his chest with his hands, a look of resistance on his face. "But, since Father has said so, I'll try to listen to Gawain the next time I see him. Hmm... just one sentence."

Really, Mordred felt that the Artoria in front of her had changed a lot. The most obvious thing was that the father she knew was definitely not so long-winded.

However, she didn't really hate it... Obviously, when Gawain and Bedivere were so long-winded before, she might have cursed them in frustration.

The conversation between the two people did not have any fixed topics, nor did it have any profound or significant meaning. It was more like chatting about family matters and gossip.

But it was this ordinary conversation that made Mordred unconsciously indulge in it... It was as if something that had been missing in his heart was filled at this moment.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Altria had an inexplicable strange feeling... It was like when you had a premonition during class, and then when you raised your head, you saw the teacher's face outside the window.

Artoria turned her head as if she sensed something and saw a girl with golden pigtails.

Almost at the same moment, the girl turned her head casually and met Artoria's gaze.

Both of them were stunned the moment they saw each other.

Although there was a distance between them, Artoria could still see the girl's eyes with her sharp eyes.

Shock, confusion, doubt, realization, hesitation, responsibility... and some complex emotions that even Altria couldn't understand. The emotions switched so quickly.

Altria was also surprised for a moment because she recognized the other person's identity.

Joan of Arc, the saint of the French Hundred Years' War and the ruler of this Holy Grail War.

Unlike the fake saint Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the one in front of him is a true saint recognized by the church.

And... this is also a character with Altria's face.

"What's wrong, Father?"

Altria suddenly stopped, and Mordred naturally noticed it, so he followed Altria's gaze.

"That woman...why does she look familiar?"

How could it not look familiar? After all, the three of us look quite similar.

"Eh? Coming towards us?"

"Mordred, don't show any hostility yet. Call your Master over first and tell him something happened here."

Servants and masters can communicate with each other, and Artoria wants Mordred to contact Lion Jie Li to let him know the situation here.

At this time, Joan of Arc had also walked over, her eyes swept over Mordred and Artoria, and finally stopped on Artoria.

"Saber from the red team, and..."

"You have many questions, Saint of France."

Altria took the initiative to speak, saying indifferently: "However, this is not a suitable place for conversation. Later, when the Master of the Red Saber comes here, I don't mind explaining it to you."

Chapter 215 What is my father’s identity and your status?

Joan of Arc is not a person who likes fighting. If possible, she would rather solve the problem in a peaceful way. Therefore, she has no reason not to accept the goodwill shown by Altria.

At this time, Artoria also began to look at Joan of Arc in front of her.

It's also the face of Artoria, but Jeanne's is much larger than Artoria herself... Of course, she's talking about Jian Dai.

She remembered that something unusual had occurred during this Holy Grail War, because the Ruler of the previous Holy Grail War, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, had not disappeared and had participated in this Holy Grail War. As a result, the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc, was unable to fully appear in the world and could only possess a girl named Leticia.

I remember hearing a saying before that it was not Joan of Arc but Leticia who fell in love with Sieg, and Joan of Arc was just influenced by her.

Joan of Arc did not occupy Leticia's body by force. Being a compassionate person, she would not do such an inhumane thing. She used this body with the other party only after getting her permission. This is fundamentally different from the two perverts Ryomen Sukuna and Naohua.

However, the one currently using the body should be Jeanne. After all, Leticia is just an ordinary high school girl, so she doesn't dare to just walk over like that.

After a while, Lion Jie Jie Li also came over.

"Really? What on earth happened? They didn't even explain it to me before asking me to come here..."

Although he complained, Lion Jiejieli was not slow in his movements. "I have already set up a barrier. Our conversation will not be heard by anyone outside."

"Thank you for your hard work. Our discussion won't last long, so there's no need to find a place to sit down and talk..."

"Goo~~~~"

Everyone present heard the very strange sound.

Lion Jie Jie Li subconsciously looked at Mordred, causing the latter's face to turn slightly red.

"What do you mean! I'm a Servant! I don't get hungry at all, let alone get so hungry that I make such a loud noise!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..."

The fist that was suddenly raised in front of his eyes made Lion Jiejie take a step or two back in fear. He had just been punched this morning, and not only did his beloved sunglasses break, but his face still hurt even after a day.

But the thing is... you knew that Servants don't get hungry? I thought you didn't know that, since you kept complaining about being hungry...

"I feel so unhappy for no reason... Master, are you not secretly criticizing me?"

"!!!"

"You really are saying bad things about me in your mind! Damn it, I'm going to fight you!"

Turning her eyes away from the couple who were showing off, Artoria looked at the French saint who was holding her stomach and blushing to her ears.

"Well... actually..." Joan of Arc looked like she was about to cry.

"...Forget it, let's find a place to eat first. Is there anything you can't eat?"

In fact, Joan of Arc was planning to buy dinner just now, which is why she appeared nearby, but after seeing Mordred and Altria, she walked over directly and forgot about dinner.

It really is... so embarrassing.

The few of them randomly found a place to eat. After all, the four of them had all experienced the hardships of the battlefield. They might have some preferences in taste, but they were basically not picky.

After all, if they were picky eaters, they would have died long ago.

...No? It seems like three of them are already dead?

Forget it, don’t care about those details. People who care too much about details often can’t find their other half.

"Well, please introduce yourself first."

Artoria took the initiative to speak, and her aura of confidence naturally overflowed, as if this was her home court.

"They are the red side's Saber (Swordsman) and her Master. I'm sure you already know them. As for me..."

Altria paused for a moment, glancing at Jeanne's expression before speaking, "He is the Ruler of this Holy Grail War."

"Don't deny it yet. You're also Ruler, so you should be able to see my information, right? This is more convincing than any evidence. After all, even though I have a Noble Phantasm that can hide information from Ruler, it can't tamper with it, right?"

"But……"

Jeanne frowned and stared at Altria's face.

"I know what you're going to say. A Holy Grail War should only have one Ruler. As for me... the reasoning is complicated to explain, but please believe me, my presence is in accordance with the regulations and will not disrupt the progress of this Holy Grail War."

"If you still can't understand, well... then understand it this way. I exist to assist and supervise you. The reason is that the Ruler in the last Holy Grail War violated some rules, causing the Holy Grail system to no longer trust the Ruler. That's why you and I, the Rulers, are present in this Holy Grail War to serve as checks and balances and to supervise each other."

Looking directly into Jeanne's eyes, Altria said seriously, "I'm not sure if you can understand what I'm saying."

"No! I can't understand it at all!"

Unexpectedly, the one who said this was not Jeanne, but Mordred, who had been sitting quietly beside her.

"Why should a great man like you, my father, serve as an assistant to such an old-fashioned and dull village girl?"

"Old...old-fashioned?! Dull?!!"

"Also, what is your status like Father's? How can you be qualified to be on the same rank as Father?!"

After learning that his father, Altria's class was Ruler, Mordred thought it was natural.

In her mind, her father was the most just, perfect, and noble being in the world. Although she had always believed that if her father were summoned, he would definitely be a Saber (Swordsman), known as the strongest class, but when she learned of the existence of the special class Ruler, it seemed very reasonable.

That's right, even Saber (Swordsman) is not worthy of our father's status. Only Ruler (Judge) can barely match the status of our father. She even thinks that the Holy Grail has good taste.

And now, there was a second Ruler in front of him! And she was a rustic country girl!

Does that mean that my father has ended up on the same level as a village girl?

What a joke!

At this time, Mordred had forgotten that there was a Ruler before, namely Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

However, in Mordred's eyes, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was too low-class, and she forgot about it in a blink of an eye. At that time, her mind was full of thoughts about how to get along with this different father.

Chapter 216: The Village Girl Joan of Arc Was Fooled

"Mordred, sit down."

Artoria shouted at Mordred who stood up angrily, and inexplicably thought of Inuyasha.