"Your Excellency, the Son of God, Aslan?"
Jeanne's violet-blue eyes widened slightly. Her ancestors had worshipped this very Son of God. How should one put it? It was known that in this world, the ancestors of this Saintess were the very group that Aslan had saved back then. And there was a reason why they had moved back to the territory of France.
After the city left behind by the Son of God had prospered for five or six hundred years, the influence of the agricultural god's fragment became less and less. The originally prosperous area gradually reverted to a barren state. And with the arrival of the Little Ice Age, this holy city located in the north was no longer suitable for people to live in. Except for a few who were prepared to stay behind to look after the Son of God's church, all the people naturally dispersed to find suitable places to live, or, listening to the distant stories and legends, returned to their ancestral lands. It had to be said that for a city in a northern canyon to be able to prosper for four or five hundred years was already enough to make one sigh with emotion.
On one hand, it was because her ancestors had received the grace of the Son of God. On the other hand, it was the widespread dissemination of Christianity throughout the entire Western region. It was not strange that this golden-haired young lady had been exposed to the Lord's brilliance since she was a child. It was precisely because she had heard the Lord's voice that this young lady also had great respect for other saints, especially Aslan.
So, Aslan soon saw a flash of respectful yearning in the golden-haired Saintess's eyes. But then, as if she had remembered that she was now the referee of this Great Holy Grail War, and more importantly, in front of her own idol, she should naturally show a steady side, she coughed lightly twice and reined in the expression on her face. But her eyes still held a hint of eagerness.
Aslan was a little strange. Why was the expression with which this golden-haired young lady was looking at him so much like that of a fanboy or fangirl looking at their big brother or idol!
It was a good thing he hadn't brought Melusine over. Otherwise, he would have had to go through the "little fists pounding my chest" plot again. Ever since his own constitution had become stronger and stronger, and his recovery ability had become stronger and stronger, when his own dragon pounded his chest with her little fists, she wouldn't hold back much of her strength. If he didn't control the sound from spreading outwards, every little punch would resonate with his chest and produce a roar like rolling thunder.
Of course, compared to the communication between these two, the Son of God and the Saintess, a certain chubby uncle standing at the side was not in a very good mood. He had already told his own Servant many times not to casually expose his own name. Why didn't this guy before him listen?
But correspondingly, he had also obtained the name of the Lancer of Red. The son of a sun god from a mythological system, and also an important character in an epic poem, a hero who held a powerful Noble Phantasm. Looking at it this way, this son of the Sun God was really not afraid of his identity being exposed. In fact, to some extent, he could even pose a certain deterrent to the enemy. After all, not everyone could summon a first-rate Heroic Spirit. And the one before him was a first-rate among the first-rate.
However, this chubby uncle still took a deep breath. After all, the son of the Sun God before him was very strong, but his own Siegfried was definitely not weak. As long as his back was not attacked, then his own Siegfried was immortal, no different from this guy before him! But if he didn't expose his true name and could catch his opponent off guard, that would be even better.
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Aslan glanced at the two Heroic Spirits who were fighting as if to destroy the world, changing the terrain, and sighed lightly. "It seems Your Excellency the Saintess recognizes me. First, let me apologize on behalf of Shirou who gave the order. He is still rather worried that Your Excellency the Saintess will destroy his long-cherished wish. Of course, it's not a wish to destroy the world."
Jeanne, of course, would not, just because Aslan said a few nice words, directly change her opinion of the one who had given the order. Even if it was the person she admired saying so.
To be honest, Aslan still didn't want Jeanne and Amakusa Shirou to be in opposition. In the end, the establishment of a new era of reincarnation didn't seem to have any harm to the world. But it seemed it wasn't so easy to get the two of them to let go of their thoughts. After all, to be able to become a Ruler already showed the firmness of the belief in one's heart. It would not be so easily shaken by external things. Both of them were people who insisted on their own beliefs. Under the condition of not destroying this world, choosing a path that would allow the world to develop better was the optimal solution. But since the current Jeanne was so concerned about the violation of the Holy Grail War...
"Forget it. I won't expect you to change your opinion of Shirou. But I need to tell the Ruler of this Holy Grail War one thing, and that is that this Holy Grail War has another intervener, who has also summoned an Extra Class. From my understanding of that person, he will definitely not just summon one Servant in this Great Holy Grail War. Oh, right, it can be confirmed that a Foreigner should have been summoned."
Upon hearing these words from Aslan, the expression on Jeanne's face changed. This Holy Grail War was already extremely special. It had to go through a Great Holy Grail War, and then an internal war. And now, someone else had intervened. It always felt like this Holy Grail War had crashed all the things that had never been encountered before together. This was only the first time she had served as a Ruler in a Holy Grail War. How could it be of such difficulty right from the start?
It was as if in the FGO game, you had just passed the first level of the novice skeleton soldiers, but the official start was to face a certain Great Bodhisattva without any weakening. The only word for it was 'F*ck'!
But even so, there was not a hint of retreat in Jeanne's eyes. All of this was a test from the Lord. And now, she had even met her own idol, His Excellency the Son of God Aslan, and had even obtained information from her idol's mouth that others did not know, although it was unclear whether this information was true or false.
Just as Jeanne was a little confused, a divine revelation once again flashed through her mind. It was an underground tunnel. A large number of insects were crawling in the tunnel. Then, a pair of eyes filled with deep obsession flashed in the depths of this tunnel.
What my idol said is true!!
Jeanne bowed slightly to Aslan, and at the same time, once again placed her gaze on the battlefield. "After this battle is over, I will immediately go and investigate!"
Aslan, upon getting this sentence from Jeanne, also had a smile on his face. With this, the rest would be easy. It would be best if that old insect could completely attract Jeanne's attention. He imagined that it wouldn't be so easy for Jeanne to find that old insect. As for the battle between the Black and Red factions, let them go at it themselves.