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"...He's King Arthur?"
Gilles looked up at Asher, somewhat stunned.
"How is that possible, how is that possible!" He clutched
his head with both hands, coughing up blood, but still staring fixedly at Artoria.
"If he's King Arthur, then what are you?!"
"I am the Court Steward, his Court Steward." Artoria's figure slowly blurred. She chose to commit suicide without even giving Black Jeanne a command. Her gradually blurring body was proof of her disappearing magical energy, but even so, the smile on her face remained clear and beautiful.
"But I am also King Arthur... at least, to the world, that is."
Actually, she rather wanted to say she was the Queen, but even having grown to this point, such words were hard to utter.
She turned to look at Asher, displaying the smile a mature woman should have. "Next time we meet, I will take back everything, instead of listening to your words and believing your deceptive claims that everything was for my good."
"It really was for your good back then..." Asher said, unconsciously wiping his mouth. A trace of blood appeared on his finger. His lips had been bitten by this lion-like woman during the kiss.
"For my good?"
Asher nodded.
Artoria's gaze shifted slightly. She raised her eyes. "Say that again?"
"Yes... um, fine... it's just that I was too cowardly." Asher finally answered honestly. He felt that if he said anything else, that spear would be coming for him.
"Finally willing to tell the truth?" Artoria finally smiled.
"What a pity, this isn't a good time for small talk."
As she spoke, Artoria's gaze casually swept over Jeanne, a fleeting disdain in her eyes.
Jeanne unconsciously frowned.
Why did she always feel like she was being mocked?
Did this King Arthur misunderstand her relationship with Asher?
Artoria's index finger touched her lips, then she glanced at Jeanne again, before her gaze returned to Asher.
Alright... there was no need to just feel it anymore.
Artoria was indeed mocking her.
What an immature woman... Despite having a mature body, her mindset isn't mature enough, Jeanne thought to herself.
Artoria looked at Asher and continued, "But this is
enough for now. My Royal Sister used to say that kissing like this would make you very happy. She was right, you're quite excited now, aren't you?"
"Your illusion," Asher said.
Being honest at a time like this would just prove I'm a pervert... Asher silently complained.
"Not honest at all," Artoria smiled. By the time Asher looked up again, her figure had vanished into thin air, as if she had never appeared in this world.
Gazing at the girl who had disappeared before his eyes, Asher slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Although Lily's disappearance was a bit disappointing, thankfully this was a dream. The real Lily was probably still in his room taking care of him.
Thinking this, Asher calmed down quite a bit.
It was also fortunate that this was a dream. If the scene just now, and the words of that Lily full of human emotions, were heard by the real Lily, given the girl's personality, she would probably start thinking all sorts of strange things, perhaps even making some firm decisions... That would definitely make things very troublesome.
However, there was no need to worry. A dream was something only the dreamer could know. So there was absolutely no need to worry.
The immediate priority should be to deal with the trouble here.
Asher's gaze fell on Black Jeanne.
Gilles probably wouldn't have been able to guess, even if he racked his brains until the very end, that the King Arthur he painstakingly summoned would actually backstab him.
"Jeanne, block the Dragon Witch's retreat," Asher collected his thoughts, then turned to Jeanne and said.
But Jeanne didn't respond. She just instinctively looked at Asher's lips, and the scene she had witnessed earlier, along with King Arthur's final mockery of her,
inexplicably popped into her mind.
That King Arthur... was she Asher's lover?
No, if King Arthur and Ash were lovers, King Arthur wouldn't have said those words that sounded full of regret.
Then what was their relationship?
"Jeanne?"
It wasn't until Asher's voice came again that Jeanne snapped back to reality. She looked up at the silver-haired woman in front of them and said, "You've
lost. Give up, Dragon Witch."
That's right, the most important thing now should be to save France! There was absolutely no need to think about anything else!
"Give up?" Black Jeanne slowly snapped out of her daze, a fierce smile on her face. "I won't give up until France is destroyed! This is my mission!"
"That kind of thing is impossible. Even if I don't stop you, the Lord won't let you succeed!"
"The Lord?" Black Jeanne's smile diminished slightly.
"That kind of thing, I can't see it at all, and I can't hear the voice of the Lord you speak of."
"The only voice I can hear is destruction,"
She raised the flag-spear in her hand, her cold eyes fixed on the woman in front of her. "That voice tells me to destroy France!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Yes, yes! That's right, Saint of Vengeance!"
Gilles stumbled towards Black Jeanne, blood trailing
behind him. He raised his hand, withered like a branch, tears of obsession on his sickly face. "Unleash the fire of your anger, burn this country full of sin!"
Before his fingers could even touch Black Jeanne, Gilles collapsed to the ground.
"Leave the rest to me, Gilles," Black Jeanne looked up at the Saint in front, a cold killing intent in her eyes.
"Even without King Arthur, you won't win easily!"
"Roar!"
The ground shook violently. Outside the cathedral, a purple aurora seemed to envelop the sky. A roar filled with hatred echoed across the heavens.
Black Jeanne abruptly turned to look outside the cathedral, a cruel sneer on her face. "Fafnir, go rampage, vent your fury, lead the Wyverns to destroy France!"
Asher turned to look at the black dragon roaring outside, sighing sincerely.
Why another dragon?
He was starting to suspect if he would have a special attack against dragons in the future.
The shaking of the ground slowly stabilized, and the
dragon's roar outside was incessant.
Previously, the Wyverns had been suppressed by the White Dragon's presence and dared not make any moves, but now, under Fafnir's roar, they seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, flapping their wings and taking flight one by one.
Asher withdrew his gaze, his eyes returning to Black Jeanne. He looked at the woman's cruel smile, his gaze slightly narrowed.
It's better to deal with her first, then handle Fafnir
outside. That way, the dream should end here... probably.
Black Jeanne clearly guessed Asher's intention to attack her. She slowly retreated backward, and countless black creatures began to emerge from the long corridor. Their faces were indistinguishable, but the oppressive force they generated when gathered was not to be underestimated.
"Before Fafnir leads the dragons to destroy this country, you can play with these mass-produced Servants for a while."
After she said that, she turned and walked into the depths of the long corridor, while the densely packed black creatures gradually approached Asher.
"Are you satisfied like this?" Asher asked, speaking through the dense horde of black creatures.
Black Jeanne's footsteps slowed slightly, but she didn't turn back.
"Besides revenge, do you have no other wish in your heart, Dragon Witch?"
Her steps clearly faltered, but she quickly regained her smile and turned around: "Destroying this country, that is my wish."
"You said earlier that you couldn't hear the Lord's voice, right?" Asher said. "Then have you ever dreamed of the White Dragon, dreamed of the Lord's divine revelation?"
"What are you trying to imply?" Black Jeanne asked coldly.
"Miss Jeanne dreamed of the Lord's divine revelation, but you didn't. You only have one voice in your mind, and that is to destroy France," Asher said. "That's because you don't have Jeanne's memories, Dragon Witch."
He shook his head, then continued, "No, you're not even human, but an existence born from the Holy Grail's wish."
Black Jeanne's pupils sharply constricted. She reprimanded, "Shut up!"
But Jeanne was stunned. She turned to Asher and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"
"I think she's a witch created by Gilles's wish on the Holy Grail," Asher stared at the silver-haired woman in front of him and asked again, "Do you have Jeanne's memories?"
Black Jeanne didn't speak. She just snorted disdainfully, ignoring Asher, and walked into the depths of the long corridor.
Asher was right, Black Jeanne indeed had no memories.
Or rather, she only remembered the painful things, only remembered the painful experiences of the girl named "Jeanne" during her interrogation, and the unbearable pain of being burned at the stake in the end, so intense
that she couldn't even shed tears.
These painful memories created the Avenger Saint known as the Dragon Witch, so she sought revenge, revenge against this country. This is her only reason for existence.
Since King Arthur was unreliable, then she just needed to summon again.
As long as she continued to slaughter and destroy, that would be enough.
"No matter what, we have to stop her. Leave this place to me, you go after her!" Jeanne kicked away the black creatures lunging at them, then turned to Asher and shouted.
"No need," Asher shook his head.
If Lily had stopped him earlier, things might have become very tricky, but now... for him, dealing with these troubles was not difficult at all.
"Ash, this isn't the time for reckless impulses."
Jeanne's voice had just fallen when the young man in
front of her disappeared.
A white dragon broke through the cathedral's ceiling, and a pillar of light blasted through the densely packed black creatures, rushing towards the distant Black Jeanne.
Jeanne's voice abruptly ceased. She stared at the
magnificent scene, slightly stunned.
She seemed to have underestimated the White Dragon's
power. Such destructive force... was this person really a human and not a dragon?
Not just Jeanne, but even the Dragon Witch herself hadn't expected it. So when she turned around, a dazzling pillar of light came straight at her, completely engulfing her.
She never imagined that, even with the Holy Grail, she would be dealt with in such a way by an unknown entity.
Of course, this was also related to the King Arthur she had summoned earlier. If King Arthur could have suppressed Asher, things wouldn't have escalated so dramatically.
But it was all too late. No one could have imagined that King Arthur's wish would be so absurd. Black Jeanne and Gilles couldn't have possibly guessed, even if they racked their brains, that King Arthur's wish was to get with the fish.
The beam of light completely swallowed the long corridor, and everything was engulfed in dazzling light.
"Sleep now, Saint of Vengeance," Asher said softly, looking at Black Jeanne being consumed by the light.
"When you awaken next, your heart will no longer be solely driven by hatred, perhaps."
Black Jeanne staggered and leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, staring intently at Asher. "Who exactly are you?"
This guy's origin was truly bizarre. He appeared out of nowhere in this world, was familiar with King Arthur, and could even transform into a white dragon... What kind of being was this?
"Do you hate me?" Asher asked.
Black Jeanne just shook her head, her eyes still fixed on Asher.
"Asher," he said.
"If you hate me, then I'll call myself Merlin." he added.
"What an eccentric fellow," Black Jeanne murmured.
"I also think I'm quite strange... inexplicably appearing in a place like this," Asher said helplessly. "Your time is almost up. Let's talk about the rest when we meet next time, if you still remember what happened here."
"Next time?" Black Jeanne showed a mocking smile. "Will there be a next time."
"Of course," Asher interrupted her, then turned to look at the few people who were arriving, his gaze falling on the red-haired girl at the front.
"Just let them collect your Spirit Origin. That's their job, isn't it?"
Yes, not long after Asher appeared in this world, the people from Chaldea had arrived one after another. And the evil dragon outside the cathedral, which was supposed to destroy France, had already been defeated
by Saint George and Siegfried.
After a brief exchange with the Chaldea personnel, Asher looked down at his hand. His hands began to become somewhat ethereal, like translucent.
It seemed that not only Black Jeanne and Gilles, but he too was about to depart.
"What's wrong, Ash?" Jeanne walked forward and asked.
"It seems I'm about to wake up," Asher said. The reason was that he felt his body in this world becoming somewhat illusory.
"I see," Jeanne said after a brief moment of stunned silence, quickly revealing a gentle smile.
"We'll have to say goodbye sooner or later, but it's quite a surprise. I didn't expect it to be so soon."
"Probably some bastard who tricked me here is treating me like a tool," Asher said with a forced smile, sighing helplessly.
After leaving this dream, he wouldn't remember anything that happened here, just like when he woke up before. He would forget everything that happened in the dream.
"Thank you for everything you've done," Jeanne said softly. "No matter what, I will remember you."
"Then I hope if we have a chance to meet again next time, you can treat me to something as thanks," Asher said in a joking tone. He didn't like the feeling of parting.
"Thank me now... it'll be too late next time," Jeanne said softly.
"Now?"
"Yes, now." She turned to look at the few people over there. "You all turn your heads away for a moment? I have something I want to talk to him about alone."
Ritsuka and Mash looked puzzled, but they complied, both turning around. Kiyohime and Elizabeth nearby were originally covering their eyes with their hands, but were peeking through their fingers. However, they were immediately pulled away reluctantly by Ritsuka.
"Miss Jeanne?" Asher looked at Jeanne in confusion, not
understanding the Saint's intentions for a moment.
"You should call me 'older sister.' I'm several years older than you." Jeanne smiled calmly.
"No." Asher shook his head.
He didn't want to be a child anymore. It was bad enough being ridden in reality, but in a dream, he should at least do what he wanted to do, like being an older brother.
"Never mind, the address doesn't matter anyway." Jeanne took off the necklace from her chest and handed it to Asher.
"Take this."
Asher was stunned. "For what?"
"A gift for you, as thanks for this time," Jeanne said.
"I told you, I don't believe in gods." Asher glanced at the crucifix and shook his head. "Let's skip this kind of thank you gift."
Besides, this was a dream. Whatever happened in a dream couldn't possibly be brought into reality, right?
"I know. You help me put this on." Jeanne held the necklace out to Asher.
Asher: "???"
Jeanne specifically took off her necklace, then asked him to help put it on? What kind of move was this?
Regardless, Asher complied.
He stepped forward and put Jeanne's crucifix necklace back around her neck, his hands naturally circling her neck.
Jeanne watched Asher helping her put on the necklace,
blinked slightly, then suddenly called out, "Ash."
"What?"
Asher instinctively looked up, just in time to see Jeanne leaning down slightly.
Their lips met.
Looking at the surprised Asher, she stepped back half a step, her mouth slightly upturned. Despite her face being flushed from the rush of blood, her mind remained calm. She turned her back and softly said, "Calm down, this is just revenge, revenge on that person from just now."
Since King Arthur mocked her, thinking that kind of kiss was a win, then if she did it again, it would erase King Arthur's evidence of victory.
"Why are you so surprised? Didn't you say it? The Saint's duty has been fulfilled to the very end. From now on, she can do what she wants to do." Jeanne looked back, revealing a shy smile.
"Next time we meet, you give me a return gift too... if
you still remember what happened today."
Asher's vision slowly blurred. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anyone. He could only vaguely hear someone nearby shouting things like "Spirit Origin recovery."
...
Asher slowly opened his eyes.
Familiar surroundings and familiar scents. He clutched his forehead and shook his head vigorously, muttering,
"So I was dreaming again while unconscious?"
Speaking of which... what did I dream about?
As soon as he thought of this, the events of the past few days' dreams naturally came to Asher's mind.
He instinctively touched his lips with his finger. It felt as if the warmth of soft lips touching his was still lingering there.
It seemed that wasn't really a dream after all.
"Are you alright?" A gentle voice came from nearby, sending a ripple through his heart.
"I'm fine." Asher then became aware of the several gazes from around the room.
"Why is it so lively today? So many people in the room taking care of me?"
"Everyone was very worried about your health," Morgan smiled casually. "Are you feeling alright now?"
Asher smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine now. I'm feeling very energetic."
"Very energetic?" Scathach smiled. "Then I'm relieved."
Relieved in every sense of the word.
"Sorry to have worried you," Asher said. "By the way, what are those things you're holding?"
It was then that he noticed they were holding what clearly looked like interrogation tools.
Morgan, leaning against the door with her arms crossed, holding a whip. Artoria, standing beside her
expressionlessly. Scathach, holding a staff. And next to them, Uathach, swinging handcuffs with a playful grin, and Merlin and Viviane, smirking, waiting to watch the show.
Asher's smile tightened slightly, and the cowlick on his head inexplicably perked up, like an alarm radar.
He hesitated for a moment and then asked, "...What are those things you're holding?"
"Just toys," Uathach said with a giggle.
Asher was stunned. "No... I don't see how these are toys..."
"They are toys. We just have a few questions for you, so we might need to use these toys later."
Morgan walked to Asher's bedside, her smile bright.
"Don't worry, older sister won't treat you like a criminal... but it might hurt just a little bit."
"So it's really great that you're in good health."
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