I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Lion Jie Jieli: "????"

Lion Jiejie couldn't speak anymore, and distanced himself a little from Grey, because he felt that Grey was sick.

And it's not a mild disease.

Shirou looked at Mash, and asked strangely, "Aren't you looking for Joan of Arc?"

"Yes." Matthew nodded and said, "It's just that Miss Jeanne is busy now, we can't see her."

"What is she doing?" Shirou asked.

Matthew slightly raised his palm, pointed to the distant civic square, and said, "Miss Joan of Arc is preparing to confront religious doctrines."

Shirou turned his head and glanced at the civic square. With the Servant's eyesight, he really saw a group of believers warming up in the civic square with dignified faces, as if they were about to fight a particularly hard-core battle.

Shirou's eyes wandered around a few more times, but he didn't see Nero, so he asked strangely, "Where's Nero?"

"His Royal Highness Nero seemed to find something interesting, so he left first."

It was Gray who answered.

She didn't turn her head back, staring at Mordred and Saber with sparkling eyes.

That gaze was like that of a middle-aged greasy old driver seeing a budding flower girl.

Mordred felt chills in his heart, while Saber frowned, showing a displeased expression.

At this time, the crowd burst into cheers.

"Saint! Saint!"

"Witch, get off! Witch, get out!"

...

The believers surrounding the Civic Square split into two factions for a moment, shouting loudly while spurning and contemptuous.

Shirou turned his head and saw that it was Joan of Arc who had appeared on the stage.

She waved to all the shouting believers, causing a tidal wave of shouts and low boos from the believers on the other side.

Shirou discovered that many of these people who shouted loudly were members of sects created by the master of the Red Caster at that time.

Should it be said that she really deserves to be a famous religious saint in history?

The believers who split others so quickly and took it into their own pocket.

Joan of Arc and a group of primitive believers confronted religion in the Civic Square.

And this is actually a war of words.

Whoever scolds fiercely, whoever scolds is justified, and whoever scolds nicely, basically, whoever scolds is stable.

In this respect, it is not these original believers who are really dominant, but Joan of Arc who is based in the Holy Church.

The Templar Church, and the worship of God, has been prevalent in Western European circles for far too long.

This is like the people of the Celestial Dynasty who were deeply influenced by Confucianism, and it was a subtle cultural influence. And the religion created by the Master of the Red Caster is like a new thing, its foundation is still shallow, and it is easy to be defeated by Joan of Arc.

Of course, the most important thing is...

Joan's religious combat power is too strong!

If it was in the past, Shirou would never have imagined that Joan's mouth could be so poisonous, so eloquent.

It can only be said that Joan of Arc's heart is too broad and soft, and under normal circumstances, she will not get angry.

In fact, even for Shakespeare who slandered her madly, she only verbally condemned, without saying much.

But when it comes to this religious issue...

Well, it's like being a Super Saiyan.

There is no one who can fight!

And this is also normal. Although the times make heroes, Joan of Arc was able to pull together a team as a woman in the magnificent Hundred Years' War between Britain and France, and let Gilles de Ray follow him to the death. The Britons are extremely jealous, but they still have the ability of.

If it is an incompetent mediocre person, even with the blessing of the situation, how can he leave his name in history and leave a classic trial question and answer?

Shirou felt bored after listening for a while.

He was really not interested in religious confrontation, turned his head to look at everyone, and Shirou found that Mordred also had a bored expression on his face.

"Didn't you play religion well before? Why, you are not interested in religion?" Shirou asked.

Mordred rolled his eyes.

Isn't this normal?

Back then, she died on it, so it's no wonder she was interested.

Shirou knew that he had said the wrong thing, but there was nothing he could do about it. He really didn't know how to communicate with Mordred.

Shirou recalled how his parents got along with him, then stretched out his palm and patted his thigh, saying, "Come on, Mordred."

"What?" Mordred asked strangely.

Shirou pointed to his thigh and said, "Sit on Dad's lap."

The corner of Mordred's mouth twitched, and he said with a black line: "You pervert! Are you so interested in my young body?"

Like a hamster, she moved her body back a little.

Shirou made a troubled expression.

Did he say something wrong?

Wouldn't it be a great way to strengthen the bond between father and daughter by letting them sit on their lap and talk while comforting them?

Could it be that he did something wrong?

Shirou was troubled.

He is a first-time father, so he is really inexperienced.

Shaking his head, Shirou cleared the worries in his mind.

Turn to Grey, and ask her about the connection points.