I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

In a corner of the ancient city of Sighisoara, a pair of green eyes and a pair of blue eyes were staring at each other.

"..."

"..."

Green, opal-like eyes flashed with intense dissatisfaction.

But those blue eyes, as clear as the sky after the rain, were full of doubts.

This relationship of glaring and being stared at lasted for a full minute, until the owner of the blue eyes, Joan of Arc, was unwilling to remain silent any longer.

"Um, Red Saber, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because of your face. Wow, they really look alike. If the master hadn't said your real name, I almost thought... forget it, it's nothing, they just look alike."

Mordred shook his head to get rid of the unreasonable annoyance in his heart - the French people separated for more than 1,000 years can only be explained by coincidence.

Joan of Arc, who had already had a similar experience, quickly reacted.

"With your father, King Arthur Arturia?"

"Do you know my real name? Oh, by the way, you are a ruler, a privileged one - so, you have also met my father?"

"Yes, she came with me, and we have reached an alliance for some reasons."

In response to Mordred's question, Joan nodded calmly.

"Alliance? You can't pretend you haven't heard this." Lion Jie, who was smoking alone, said, "As a referee, Ruler and Black Lancer, this joke is not funny."

"It's not a joke."

The sound of leather boots hitting the stone pavement, accompanied by a solemn female voice, was particularly clear in the quiet night. Arturia, wearing a woolen coat, walked out of the corner of the winding alley. Mordred's emerald eyes paused on Lion Jie for a moment, then moved to Joan of Arc.

"I'm back, everything seems to be going well for you?"

"Yes, everything went well." Jeanne nodded with a smile.

"Where's little Jack?"

"Going back to her mother."

"She's alone? What if-" Arturia's eyebrows trembled slightly, and her eyes subconsciously moved to Mordred.

Mordred snorted and turned his head awkwardly, not looking at his father.

"Don't worry, she left wearing a cloak."

"That's it, then it should be fine."

After hearing this explanation, Arturia's expression finally softened. She is most aware of the effect of Hades' cloak. With its protection, she doesn't have to worry about little Jack being discovered by other servants.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc's smile became a little more narrow-minded: "Oh, I can't tell, you, Tolia's mother, really cares about little Jack."

Arturia blushed and quickly counterattacked: "Isn't it the same for you, Jeanne d'Arc's mother? That was the cloak he lent to you, and you just lent it out."

This time it was Jeanne's turn to blush, and she defended: "Anyway, he is Jack's father."

Ordinarily, a King Arthur and a Saint shouldn't have this kind of teasing with each other, but they couldn't help but there was Lingxia, the Sixth Director, who was beside them. She was teased too much by this evil-minded guy and was affected unconsciously.

Although this level of ridicule was considered child's play in the eyes of a veteran like Shishi Jie. But the two rookies fighting each other are two heroes who are famous enough to be ranked in the top ten in Europe, so that is different.

In just a few minutes, Shishi Jie felt that his view of history was collapsing.

Are you telling me this is a saint? Is this King Arthur? Aren't these two underage girls that can be seen everywhere (psychologically)? One Mordred is enough, but two more come with the same face...

Shishi Jie felt that he was under great pressure.

Okay, now a third face has been added.

"What is the relationship between that child and you?" This is the question that Mordred is most concerned about at the moment. If she hadn't mistakenly thought that Jack was Arturia's child, she wouldn't have done so many abnormal behaviors.

"You're talking about little Jack. Her situation is quite special, and I couldn't explain it for a while. To put it simply, she likes to call mom when she sees women she feels close to. I corrected her many times, but she just doesn't change."

Jeanne sighed as she spoke. There was really nothing she could do about such a stubborn child.

"Father, is this the case too?" Mordred asked Arturia.

"Yes, I was a little uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it later." Arturia nodded.

In fact, Mordred should be grateful to little Jack. If it weren't for little Jack's mother, Mordred would call her "Father" and "Father" when she came up, Arturia would also show discomfort.

Of course, even if he knew, Mordred would not care about thanking him now. Knowing that it was not what he thought, Mordred almost flew up with joy, with a silly smile on his face, and kept mumbling: "Ah, that's it, ah, that's it..." The lion was robbed for a while. Speechless - this is so stupid.

Arturia turned her head and looked at Lion Jie: "Is she okay?"

Lion Jie almost blurted out - your child, you ask me? But after thinking about that dream, Shishi Jie swallowed his words again. If King Arthur really knew, Mordred would not be like this.

Just because you can't get it, you crave it more and more, just like yourself.

Thinking of the triggers that prompted him to make up his mind to participate in the Holy Grail War, Shishi Jie took a deep drag on his cigarette and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while. Rather than this, I want to make a deal with you."

"What deal?" Jeanne asked.

"Nothing, it's very simple. Don't you have something to ask me? I also have something to ask you. How about changing one question to another? Don't worry, I won't let you do anything that violates the rules. How about that?"

Joan of Arc and Arturia looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Lion Jie continued: "Let me ask first, why did you form an alliance?"

"Because there is a major problem in this Holy Grail War." Joan replied, "Arturia and I want to find out the reason."

"what is the problem?"

"This is the second question. Let me ask now - have you ever met the master of the Crimson Lancer?"

The exchange of information began like this, and for the next half hour, there were bursts of exclamations.

"What? The master of the Red Lancer wants to kill you?"

"What? You acted alone? You only met the Red Assassin and her Master? Then at the same time, they contacted you unilaterally through their familiars?"

"What? You said the Red Assassin and my sister are the same person?"

"What? They were in Sighisoara before?"

…

All in all, in the noise, both sides got the information they wanted. Although there are still many doubts, the four of them are certain of one thing - the key to the problem lies on the red side, the red Assassin and the weird priest Shirou.

Find them and you'll get the answer!

At the end of the last chapter, some book friends mentioned the problem of Du Mao. Let me explain. I wrote it very clearly before. During the Fourth War, Du Mao was the template during his lifetime, not the swordsmanship of the divine domain. Later, he practiced it in Utopia for 1500 years, and now it is. Maybe you misread or misremembered.