This is My Heroic Path

"...Is he King Arthur?"

Jill looked up at An Zhiyu, a little stunned.

"How is it possible, how is it possible!" He clasped his head in both hands, coughed up a mouthful of blood, but still stared at Artoria.

"He is King Arthur, so what are you?!"

"I am the court deacon, his court deacon." Artoria's figure was slowly becoming blurred, and she chose to commit suicide without even giving Black Joan an order. Now the gradually blurred body is hers The magic power is passing, but even so, the smile on her face is still clear and beautiful.

"But I'm also King Arthur...at least to the world."

In fact, she really wanted to say that she was a princess or something, but even if she grew up to this point, it was difficult to say such words.

She turned to look at An Zhiyu, and once again showed the smile that a mature woman should have, "Next time we meet, I will take everything back, instead of listening to your words, I believe that everything you say is for I like such foolish words."

"It was really for your own good at that time..." An Zhiyu said, subconsciously wiped his mouth, and there was a bloodstain on his finger.His lips had just been bitten by this lion-like woman during the kiss.

"For me?"

An Zhiyu nodded.

Artoria's eyes changed slightly, and she raised her eyes, "Say it again?"

"Yes... um, well... it's just that I'm too cowardly." An Zhiyu finally answered honestly, he felt that if he said something else, the gun would be stabbed at him.

"Are you finally willing to tell the truth?" Arturia finally smiled, "It's a pity, it's not suitable for small talk this time."

While speaking, Arturia casually glanced at Joan next to her, with a flash of disdain in her eyes.

Jeanne frowned inadvertently.

Why does she always feel like she's being ridiculed?

Could it be that King Arthur misunderstood her relationship with An Zhiyu?

Artoria touched her lips with her index finger, glanced at Joan again, and then returned her gaze to An Zhiyu.

Well... there is no need to feel it, Artoria is just mocking her.

She really is an immature woman... She has a mature body, but her mentality is not mature enough.Joan thought.

Artoria looked at An Zhiyu and continued: "But it's enough for now. The emperor said before that you would be happy to kiss like this. She is right. Are you really excited now?"

"Your illusion." An Zhiyu said.

Doesn't being honest at a time like this prove that I'm a pervert... An Zhiyu groaned inwardly.

"It's really not honest at all." Artoria smiled, and when An Zhiyu raised her head again, her figure had disappeared into the air, as if she had never appeared in this world.

Looking at the girl who disappeared before her eyes, An Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is a bit disappointing that Lily disappeared, but fortunately, this is a dream. In reality, Lily is probably still taking care of him in his room.

Thinking about it this way, An Zhiyu calmed down a lot.

Fortunately, this is a dream. The scene just now, and the last words of the full-hearted Lily, if the real Lily heard it, with her girlish character, she would probably think of some messy things again, such as maybe Letting the girl make up her mind... things will definitely become troublesome at that time.

But there is no need to care about it, the so-called dream is that only I can know it.So there is absolutely no need to worry.

The most urgent task now should be to solve the trouble here.

An Zhiyu's eyes fell on Hei Joan.

Jill probably couldn't even guess at the end, that King Arthur, who worked so hard to summon him, would stab him in the back.

"Joan of Arc, stop the Dragon Witch's retreat." An Zhiyu put away his thoughts, turned to look at Joan of Arc and said.

But Joan of Arc didn't say anything, she just subconsciously glanced at An Zhiyu's lips, and the scene she saw earlier, as well as King Arthur's last mockery of her, came to mind for no reason.

That King Arthur... Could it be An Zhiyu's lover?

No, if King Arthur and Xiaoyu were lovers, King Arthur wouldn't say those words that seem to be full of regret.

What is the relationship?

"Jane?"

It wasn't until An Zhiyu's voice came again that Joan of Arc came back to her senses. She raised her head and looked at the silver-haired woman in front of her, and said, "You have already lost, give up, Dragon Witch."

That's right, the most important thing now should be to save France, and there is no need to think about the rest!

"Give up?" Joan of Arc gradually regained consciousness from her original sluggishness, with a raging smile on her face, "I will not give up until France is destroyed. This is my mission!"

"This kind of thing is impossible to succeed. Even if I don't stop you, the Lord will not let you succeed!"

"Lord?" The smile on Black Joan's face narrowed, "I can't see that kind of thing at all, and I can't hear the voice of the Lord in your mouth."

"The only sound I can hear is destruction,"

She raised the flag gun in her hand, and stared at the woman in front of her with cold eyes, "That voice made me destroy France!"

"Oh oh oh oh! That's right, that's right! That's it, the vengeful saint," Jill stumbled towards the direction of Joan of Arc, bloodstains stretched all the way, he raised his dry hand like a branch, With obsessive tears on his morbid face, "Let down the flame of anger in your heart and burn this sinful country!"

Jill fell to the ground before her fingers touched Black Joan.

"Leave the rest to me, Jill." Joan of Arc looked up at the saint in front of her, with cold killing intent in her eyes.

"Even if there is no King Arthur, you will never win easily!"