I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

The boar's head is the embodiment of the animal skin. In short, pulling this guy off will relieve Atalanta's current state of crazy self-exposure. If you don't remove it quickly, Atalanta will really explode in the future.

But how come the boar head is gone!

Does this mean that it has been lifted or that it has completely transformed into a mad rank that cannot be lifted!

Joan of Arc sat on the side with the flag in her arms, looking confused like a golden retriever thrown aside by her master. Now she began to wonder what she was doing. The more Atalanta said, the more Joan of Arc felt that something was wrong.

Where are you going berserk!Confess while your head is not clear!

Anyway, from a certain point of view, Atalanta successfully dragged Hidega so that he couldn't move, so it wasn't her doing, she just quietly watched from the side... can't stand it!

Jeanne covered her face.

One is a village girl who has never even talked about love, who went to the battlefield early, and is a noble saint until her death, and the other is a simple high school girl who prays every day. They couldn't do anything other than blush and cover their eyes while leaking two slits.

"Well~ Atta, calm down first," Sidika raised her hand and touched Atalante's head tentatively, only after she found that Atalanta was still buried in his arms and didn't react at all. Relief and gently stroked her head, "When I come back, I will sit here and listen to your complaints."

"This time... won't you leave again?" Atalanta raised her head quietly, and like a newborn kitten, she grabbed the clothes on Hidega's chest, for fear that Hidega would disappear.

"Ah~ of course not," Sidika got up and hugged Atalanta, "it's time to fulfill the promise."

Joan of Arc, who was sitting not far away, sighed softly, but she still had to make that decision, to cut off the heroes who fought for the [maybe] [possible] human crisis wishes.

At least...you can't insult their consciousness and stand in front of them with your chest up!

Joan of Arc took a deep breath and put the holy flag on the ground and opened her hands to block the road to the Holy Grail.

But she will never fight!Because this is her belief!There is nothing wrong with Hidega's wish, Atalanta's wish, so her holy flag and her faith will not point to them!

"Let's go," Siddija patted Atalanta on the back.

"Well," Atalanta nodded and got up from Siddija.

"I... won't let you pass, but I will definitely not resist!" Joan of Arc looked resolutely at Sidika who was getting closer.

"Okay, don't resist, don't resist," Sidika bent over and carried the resolute Joan of Arc on her shoulders, just as casually as she carried away the golden retriever who was lying on the side of the road and refused to go home.

"Wait...wait a minute! My determination!" Joan kicked her legs, and the constant chaos with her hands in front of her seemed to seize her constantly broken determination.

"Snapped---"

Atalanta pulled up the holy flag and placed it in Joan of Arc's hands.

Jeanne clutched at the flag and fell silent.

I always feel that these two guys look down on her very much, the key is that she has not been able to refute them!

"Hmm..." Jeanne lowered her head helplessly, what exactly did she come for the Holy Grail War.

"Don't make the sound of being bullied by such a small animal, you said yourself that you won't resist," Siddigar carried Joan of Arc and walked in the direction of the Holy Grail unhurriedly.

"Even so..." Jeanne bit her lip, "I finally made up my mind to face you, go... to deny your wish, but you are so casually perfunctory to me."

"I'm very serious...I'm perfunctory," Siddija sighed, "Don't think too much, you're not such a character, and implement your own beliefs, even if you know that your beliefs are wrong in the eyes of others. Keep your head up and carry it out, because all you can represent is yourself, and it is enough to convince yourself.”

"But..." Joan of Arc said in a low voice, "I can't even convince myself."

"Then don't worry about it. After all, we are human beings who are the rulers. We have ideas. It is impossible to execute the rules like a machine. Even if a machine breaks down, let alone us?" Well, we are imperfect human beings, we always make mistakes, but we can't deny ourselves before the outcome, because we move forward with the premise of being right, so...believe what you believe!"

"You are actually trying to persuade me not to use that Noble Phantasm to destroy the Holy Grail," Jeanne sighed.

"Is it discovered?" Siddija tilted her head, "But I believe in my beliefs very much. I must come back. After all, someone is crying in my arms."

"No!" Atalanta's pretty face instantly turned red, and she raised her bow and put the arrow at the back of Sidika's head.

"I'm serious now! After I put on the skin of a wild boar, I no longer have the so-called morality, and my feelings for you will turn into killing intent at any time! Don't think that just saying a few words and touching my head can erase my heart. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Hidega turned around and raised her hand to rub it on Atalanta's head.

"Well, you really worked hard."

"It's done," Jeanne sighed.

"Snapped----"

"I want you to talk more!" Atalanta blushed, and then she raised her hand and patted Joan's buttocks from her heart.

"It hurts! What are you doing!" Joan clutched her buttocks and tears almost burst out.

"Alright, alright, stop making trouble," Siddija sighed weakly.

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"I have to say that this kind of thing in life is really wonderful." He kicked open his study, and Shakespeare sat down on the seat, opened the blank paper in front of him, picked up the pen, and began to write quickly.

"Even if there are only two sides, the tossed coin will still bring people countless reverie, the result is only success or not, it is really monotonous, but its process is extremely exciting, whether it is a strong hurricane that can blow away all obstacles , or a gentle breeze that only touches the heart will change the direction of the coin."

"You who think that a hurricane can sweep everything and hold the result firmly in your hands never thought that the breeze that was never in your eyes would become the key to turning the coin at the moment when the coin landed. Who would have guessed that you, who thought you were a hurricane, ..." Shakespeare stretched after writing the final end, turning his head to look at the night sky through the window.

"It became a breeze at the end."

"Even if it hasn't changed... no, it has changed, hasn't it?"

Under the vast starry sky, Shiro Amakusa was leaning on Semiramis's knee, half-squinting his eyes.

What, this is really a very simple thing...

He had been concerned about how Semiramis managed to put his head on her lap without waking him up while he was asleep.