As the sun set, the time for night had come. It was also the time for the Holy Grail War to erupt. Although the whole of Romania had a large number of plains and forests, and the population was concentrated around the cities, the night was always the best time for humans to rest. Conducting the Holy Grail War at night also made it easier to avoid the eyes and ears of the public.
In the city, while Mordred was fighting the advance puppets of the Black Faction like a Berserker, on a street on the plain, a small truck was continuously driving forward. In the back of this truck, a young girl with a golden ponytail sat on the vehicle, a red travel suitcase placed to the side.
Her violet-blue eyes looked at the starry sky, then suddenly turned to the side. The expression on her face changed slightly. She then leaned forward to the car window and said to the driver uncle, "It's very dangerous here. Please go back first."
And the driver uncle was also an upright person. After hearing what Jeanne said, he glanced at her and then at the road ahead, always paying attention to the traffic conditions. "That won't do! How can I let a little girl like you walk on a night road like this!"
Jeanne, in turn, took a deep breath, the expression on her face becoming extremely firm. "Please!"
Looking at the girl's determined eyes, the driver uncle finally chose to compromise. After dropping Jeanne off on the road, he turned the car around. Of course, he still left his phone number, saying that if the young lady changed her mind, she could call him at any time.
"I can see you're not a girl who's just fooling around, so there must be a reason for all this, right? Be careful."
As the vehicle turned and gradually drove away, a voice came from above Jeanne's head.
On a high roadside sign, a Lancer in golden armor, holding a golden spear, with white hair and blue eyes, lowered his own eyes. "You are the Ruler, aren't you?"
Immediately, the golden spear, laced with flames, was thrown out. With a loud bang, a crater appeared on the road, kicking up smoke and dust. The golden-haired Saintess quickly retreated from the rolling smoke and dust, creating distance. She had also changed into a dark blue nun's habit and silvery-white armor. The tip of the holy banner in her hand glinted with a cold light like a spear.
"Lancer of Red, son of the Sun God Surya, the Heroic Spirit Karna, correct? I am the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, Jeanne. You should know what it means to attack me, right?"
Hearing the question from the golden-haired girl before him, Karna's tone was still calm. "Stating what is already understood is not wise. My presence here is already a clear declaration of war."
"Even if you kill me, what is the meaning?"
Karna slowly raised his spear. These things were not important to him. "I simply follow my Master's orders. Then, according to the contract, I only need to act as such. I am coming. I am sorry, but considering your privileges, I have no need to hold back. A parting blow! Let me decide this with this one strike!"
Crimson magical energy swept over the golden spear, which was like a raging flame.
Clearly, to prevent the Ruler before him from using the Command Spells on her body, this son of the Sun God had decided to directly release his Noble Phantasm to see if he could kill her in one blow.
However, before the Little Sun could throw the spear in his hand, a motorcycle stopped at the side. "Stop, Karna! If you insist on making a move now, I will choose to stand on your opposite side."
Aslan pushed up the goggles he was wearing, his calm eyes looking at the son of the Sun God who was ready to release his Noble Phantasm at any moment.
The magical energy on Karna's body did not recede in the slightest. On the contrary, he narrowed his eyes, and his expression as he looked at Aslan was not very good. "I think you have no right to command me, Your Excellency."
Faced with this question, Aslan just smiled. "First, get one thing straight. Your Master has already handed over the overall strategic command to Shirou. And I am Shirou's combat partner. To some extent, I have the right to temporarily stop you. What's more, Karna... if you fight me, you might not necessarily win."
Aslan turned his head to one side. "And besides, instead of fighting me now, you should be blocking the Black Faction Servant who is about to charge over!"
Standing not far away, the chubby uncle who was trying to hide had a stunned expression on his face. After discovering that everyone's gaze had fallen on him, he directly stopped his sneaky attempt to hide, and then coughed lightly twice. "Ahem! Since I've been discovered, I won't continue to hide. Go! Saber!!"
Siegfried immediately charged out, the sharp blade in his hand swinging forward. And Karna quickly turned, the spear in his hand held vertically in front of him. With a roar, the magical energy on the spear was dispersed by the sword's aura, and the sign behind him was directly severed.
"Just like that, Karna. The great dragonslaying hero Siegfried will be temporarily handed over to you to block."
Karna turned his spearhead. On one hand, the Aslan before him did indeed have a special status in their team. Since his own Master had already handed over the right of command to that priest, and the one before him was the priest's partner, it was also acceptable for him to temporarily stop his steps of battle. In that case, fighting the Black Faction was the optimal choice.
"I see. Then it is a battle between you and me. A fine gaze. I have fought someone with such a gaze before. He was undoubtedly a hero."
Flames once again ignited on Karna's body. "If you look at me with such a gaze, then for us to fight is not a coincidence, but an inevitability. My name is Karna, son of the Sun God! If you have no fear of my spear, then come!"
The blade in Siegfried's hand also erupted with blue magical energy. The magical energy patterns on his body emitted a bright light. "The wandering knight of the Netherlands, Siegfried, is here!!"
With that, the two charged forward and clashed together. The magical energy directly created a violent explosion.
The airflow from the explosion blew Aslan's light-golden hair. Aslan, in turn, gently clapped his hands, put away his motorcycle, and the biker suit on his body, under the effect of his magic, gradually disappeared, replaced by silver armor. Aslan did not choose his usual Briton-style armor, but instead chose the Holy Knight armor full of Church style.
He then took a few steps forward and came before Jeanne.
"Good evening, Saintess Jeanne d'Arc. I am Aslan, the Holy Knight from the stories who traveled the Western continent slaying demons, and also the Son of God worshipped by the Holy City in the Valley. I have a few questions to ask you. I wonder if you have the time?"