I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"You know him?" Jeanne asked in surprise.

Shirou nodded and said, "I know a thing or two."

Joan of Arc exclaimed: "It is truly worthy of being the king who dominates everything."

"It's too late." Shirou said, shaking his head.

Dominate everything?

Is Fujimaru-san a heroic spirit of kings?

Mash looked at Shirou.

Joan of Arc said solemnly: "François Prelati was a church heretic in my time, and he was also a black magician who obtained forbidden knowledge from the ancient evil god, and what you said about the red Caster To describe it, I think it is very likely to be him."

Shirou frowned.

Primordial Heretic God...

What this is, needless to say, is the evil god of the Cthulhu mythology.

"If the Red Caster is him, even if I give up the principle of being a Ruler, I will definitely kill him with my own hands!" Jeanne clenched her fists and said with anger in her voice.

"You seem to hate this man, Jeanne."

Shirou looked at Joan with surprise on his face, so angry that Joan, who exuded a murderous aura just reading the name, didn't look like that soft sheep.

Joan of Arc said: "The reason why I was captured and burned to death was because of him! I admit that I hate him, but I will not kill him because of it. But because François Prelati is A complete cultist. If he appears in this Holy Grail War, I'm afraid his purpose is to let the evil god descend."

Shirou nodded, then raised his head and looked at the ring of darkness standing in the sky.

If the Red Caster is indeed Francois Prelati, then, could he be related to the connection point of this world?

or...

The [Parliament] that Romani mentioned?

Chapter 52: I’m Actually Not a Stupid [Second More]

At the same time that Shirou and the three entered Vasha together, a chartered plane from London was slowly landing on the runway at Henri Coander International Airport in Bucharest, the capital of Romania.

Although the same breeze was blowing, the dry breeze of Romania was obviously not comparable to the wet cold of foggy London. Gray raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the morning, feeling a burst of relief in his heart.

"This is Romania, it's a foreign country that I've never been to before."

Although I had a certain understanding through photos and so on before coming here, but after experiencing it personally, Gray couldn't help but admire again.

It's not just the mood that feels light.

This time she was posing as a tourist, so she was not wearing the team uniform she usually wore in Chaldea, but ordinary clothes as close to ordinary people as possible. Even though it was just flat boots and a knee-length skirt, she felt like a newborn, moving freely and effortlessly.

"How does it feel to travel by plane for the first time, Your Highness?" Gray got off the plane first, and asked the following Servant who was about to set foot on the ground.

"Mm... nothing special. Boring than expected." The Servant said with a sigh.

This should be a sincere sentence. Because Gray noticed that the expression in the Servant's glazed pupils was unexpectedly calm.

"What a pity... I thought you would be very pleasantly surprised, Your Highness." Gray sighed and said with some disappointment.

"M... Grey, you don't think I'm a primitive person, do you?"

The Servant frowned, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, but Gray sent an elegant smile.

Because I contacted the clock tower of this world in advance, the immigration procedures were very fast, and then I was only a few steps away from the lobby, and the rest of the matter should be resolved quickly.

However, every time they take a step, there will be almost a large number of people looking at them.

There is no way to do this, the faces of the two are almost exactly the same, like sisters.

"Why are they all looking at me, Gray?" Servant asked a little strangely: "Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

"I think His Highness is too beautiful." Gray said with a smile.

The Servant who was beside her had the same face as her, about sixteen years old, wearing a white dress, like a blooming lily, which was eye-catching.

Her beauty is different from the gorgeousness of ordinary women, and she exudes a dignified and solemn temperament. Perhaps, it can only be described as refined temperament. With her slender body, fair skin, and pure temperament like an artist, anyone who sees her will sincerely admire her beauty.

"Mum... let's meet up with little Mash first, Grey." Servant said.

"Yeah." Gray nodded, and said: "Before the last contact, I have already located it. In Vasha City, I hope there will be no accidents."

Gray led the Servant out of the airport with a worried face.

...

...

The three of Shirou entered Vasha City while communicating.

After yesterday's uproar, Vasha City was still in chaos.

The city center is in ruins, it looks as if it has been ravaged by Ultraman and a big monster, it is shocking.

In yesterday's big battle, Shirou ate nine huge monsters raised by the Red Caster, but he didn't kill the Red Caster and let him escape. The most important thing is that Shirou has no way to retrieve his existence.

However, with Joan here this time, it will be different.

[Revelation]...

It can only be said that this skill is really too BUG.

It is the intuition of finding the enemy's territory, and can choose the most suitable path during the journey, and finally reach the destination. It can be said that it is applicable to all events related to the achievement of goals. However, the activation of this ability is groundless, so there is no way to explain it to others, and in the eyes of others, it looks like messing around.

At least, at this moment, Joan of Arc wandered east and west, like the second uncle taking a walk, which made Shirou and Mash who were following her a little confused.

However, Shirou knew that this ability existed, so he pulled Mash along and followed without saying anything.

Vasha City has become very strange after being devastated by the Red Caster.

Those believers who witnessed the monster did not disperse, but knelt down in the ruins of the city center, praying for their deputy leader and Ping Antai.

Shirou didn't say anything about this, his attitude was actually the same as that of Spartacus who thought normally, he only extended a helping hand to those with self-help consciousness. And this kind of religious matter, he didn't want to deal with it at all.

However, this inspired Joan's fighting spirit.

Earlier, Shirou had told Jeanne about the sect in Vasha City, and at that time she was filled with righteous indignation, like a moralist about to go to the battlefield.

And at this moment...