After the Master of the Black Faction left, Jeanne also breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't see through the idol before her, that is, Aslan. At the same time, she also noticed that Aslan did not have a Command Spell in his hand. This meant that Aslan was not a participant in the Holy Grail War, nor was he a summoned Heroic Spirit. Otherwise, her True Name Discernment should have been able to see the Servant's true name. No matter how much he hid it, as a Ruler, she should have had some sense of it.
As long as she wasn't with the Masters and Servants of the Red or Black factions, the pressure in her heart was naturally a little less. After all, as a referee, it didn't seem very good to be too close to either side. The reason her relationship with Aslan seemed good was mainly because the person before her was her idol.
Of course, reason also constantly told Jeanne that Aslan and the Red Faction should have a cooperative relationship. So even if she had a good impression of the Son of God before her, she could not, because of this little bit of goodwill in her heart, shake her own fairness and determination as a referee.
In any case, she still needed to go to Trifas first. Jeanne sighed, turned her head to look at the place where she had first been attacked. There, a red travel suitcase lay pitifully on the ground. In the very center, there was a huge red gash. The area around the gash was full of scorch marks. At the same time, because the entire suitcase had been pierced through, the things stored inside naturally could not be spared. All the items had already been turned black or melted by the high temperature, whether it was clothes or skincare products. After this Holy Grail War, just this one suitcase would probably cost the possessed girl a large sum of money.
Never underestimate the price of a girl's clothes and cosmetics!
Even though Jeanne didn't know the value of these things, she still felt the heartache and deep helplessness that emanated from the depths of this body's heart. After all, when she had accepted the Saintess's possession, she had already been told of the dangers of this mission. Even so, she had still chosen to agree. If that was the case, then she could only bear these losses herself.
Inexplicably, the Saintess Jeanne felt what the pain of poverty was called.
Aslan, of course, also saw the extremely strange expression on the Saintess's face as she looked at her suitcase. So he took out his own wallet from his pocket. In this era where mobile payments were not developed—of course, even in another ten or so years, foreign mobile payments would still not be that developed—a wallet was a necessity.
He took out a black card from his wallet. Aslan directly handed it to the Saintess before him.
Upon seeing this black card, the knowledge she had obtained in her mind immediately told her what this card represented. It represented a large amount of money. It represented that the loss she had suffered today was nothing at all. But one should not receive a reward without merit. She had done nothing; how could she accept such a grace? Most importantly, the person before her was related to the Red Faction. If she were to just take it, would people say that her relationship with the Red Faction was extraordinary, that there was a secret deal?
Aslan seemed to have seen through the Saintess's thoughts. So he gently shook his head and stuffed the black card in his hand into the Saintess's hand. "Rest assured, this is money from the Church. As the Saintess of the Church, you have brought propaganda to the whole of Christianity, and have spread the Lord's brilliance. The Church has to pay you some salary, right? So just spend it with peace of mind."
Aslan waved his hand. After confirming that the Saintess before him would not encounter any more unexpected situations, he put on his goggles again, summoned his motorcycle once more, and waved goodbye.
It was a rare opportunity to come to Romania. Of course, he had to properly experience the beautiful scenery of this country. After all, who knew what kind of changes this country would have after this Great Holy Grail War? What if all the beautiful scenery turned to nothing after this Holy Grail War? He, who had not properly appreciated such beautiful scenery, would cry.
At the same time, the people who had woken up early to open their shops had already come to the streets. Holding a sandwich in his hand, a man was eating while running towards his own shop. It was just that as he passed an alley, he saw a little girl in a black dress squatting in the alley.
This was a very strange thing. No one would let a child leave home so early, especially a little girl. And from the clothes this little girl was wearing, no matter how you looked at it, she didn't look like a homeless person. Was she lost? Or for some other reason? In any case, he couldn't just leave a little girl alone.
This uncle, who had woken up early for work, walked towards the girl. "Little girl, what are you doing squatting here?"
The little girl in the black dress stood up. "I just found a pitiful, lost soul here. How pitiful. Such a small child, yet its life was taken by humans. Bad children should be punished, right?"
At first, this uncle didn't react. But when the girl before him turned to look at him, the uncle discovered that the girl was holding a cat in her arms that had clearly been tortured. And it was very clear that this cat was already dead. So it was a little girl who was a bit sad because a small animal had died.
As an adult with a job and a lot of pressure, the uncle at this moment just breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn't in danger, that was fine. As for the rest, the uncle, who was under a lot of pressure, didn't have that much time to care about so much. Adults also have many troubles. How could they have time to pay attention to a small, dead cat? Just find a place to bury it, and that would be enough.
"Is that so? It's just a small thing... find a place to bury it."
Just then, the little girl who had been looking down suddenly lifted her head. A strange smile was on her face. There was a keyhole on her forehead. A purple eye in the keyhole looked at the uncle.
"Uncle, become a good child like me too. Hehehe..."
This uncle, as if he had seen some supreme god, directly knelt on the ground, his hands clasped together. "Ah... great god."
The golden-haired girl gently stroked the black cat's corpse. Before long, the black cat's corpse was enveloped in colored bubbles. Then, as the colored bubbles gently burst, the blood on the cat's body had vanished without a trace. In its place, this cat was no longer like an existence on Earth. Its rubber-like appearance and the three blue dots at the position of its eyes, no matter how you looked at it, looked like an alien creature.