My Mom Sandy Love Song

"Jane."

"Ah, yes. Huh? How did you know my real name? Has my real name been leaked!"

Joan blinked her water-blue eyes cutely, and Rhodes said while shaking the corners of his mouth.

"Joan of Arc. A 17-year-old girl who was born as a peasant woman, but achieved miraculous results in the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France.

The French hero who liberated Orleans, the Catholic saint who was slandered by his own side and finally died for his country.

There is no other Servant like you in the whole history of mankind who is brave, kind, full of faith and a bit neurotic. "

Hearing what he said, Jeanne lowered her head in embarrassment, and stroked her cheek with her hand: "Ah, hehe... Thank you for your compliment. Actually, it's not as powerful as you said~"

Rhodes: "I'm not praising you."

Miss Saintess, whose nose was about to turn up, straightened her plump breasts: "Since you know who I am, it's very convenient.

Caster, let me, Joan of Arc, help you reconcile with the black magician, okay?

The Holy Grail War is a life-threatening battle. Even if it is for your Master's sake, you shouldn't make enemies everywhere now. "

Her current frantic expression reminded Rhodes of those religious persuading aunts he met on the streets of Tokyo.

"Come on. Let's let go of our prejudices and entrust each other with our backs! Let's hold the Holy Grail together! Nah? Nah? Nah?"

"unnecessary."

Rhodes ignored her outstretched hand.

"Hey~~~Why is this so?"

Like an ordinary girl who turned her face faster than a book, Joan pursed her lips and stared at Rhodes with resentful eyes.

"Caster is such an unreasonable elm head!"

Rhode rolled his eyes and said, "Leave me alone, Ruler. You should have other important work, right? The supervisor of the Holy Grail War is not a preschool teacher, and the internal conflicts in the Servant camp are not under your control, right?"

"That's right. But if you Black side fight among themselves, it will only increase my work. There are already 14 people in the Holy Grail War. If you divide it into three camps, it will be completely messed up..."

In the middle of speaking, Joan covered her mouth.

Ah... this guy speaks the truth

"...Did you hear that just now?"

After Joan asked, Rhodes nodded.

"Forget! Forget what you just said! It's not that I don't want you guys to fight each other because I think the work is too troublesome! Well, this is... yes, yes! It's the will of the Holy Grail!

The chaos within your Black side is something that the Holy Grail does not want to see!Therefore, I must do my duty as a supervisor, try my best to avoid this situation from happening, and mediate your black side's conflicts. "

Jeanne pressed her left hand on her soft chest, and said so with a serious face.

But now her words no longer have any credibility in Rhodes' view.

"If that's the case, please excuse my refusal. I don't intend to listen to the meaning of the Holy Grail. Whom I want to fight is my freedom."

Rhodes turned around coldly and decided not to pay any attention to Joan of Arc.

"See you in Tuliphas, Ruler."

He waved his hand and walked in the direction he came from.

At this moment, Joan of Arc spoke again from behind.

"It's not just because of the will of the Great Holy Grail."

Rhodes ignored her and left her.

"It's not just for unmanageable reasons, either."

Rhodes continued to walk forward.

Seeing the young man walking away from her, Joan bit her lip, and finally shouted at him as if she was going all out.

"It's because I'm worried!"

Rhodes stopped.

He turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

"What do you say?"

I saw Miss Saintess blushing, clutching the long lapel of the combat uniform shyly, not daring to look Rhodes in the eyes but staring at the ground under her feet.

"So...it's that...Caster. When I first saw you, I didn't know why I had a particularly affectionate feeling for you.

That's why I can't let you go... How should I put it... It's just, uh... I can't say it! "

Joan glared at Rhodes faintly, then turned her face away in embarrassment and anger.

Rhodes was a little dumbfounded: What's the situation?

Are you going to confess to the man you met less than half an hour ago?

Although it is true that my charisma value is ridiculously high, and I also have a skill like the golden rule (sex).

But you're a Catholic saint after all, aren't you?Your magic power is EX, right?Give me enough time, you frivolous saint!

Although it is well known that Joan of Arc in "Fate/Apocrypha" is a love-brained heroine, Rhodes has always regarded that as a character collapse.

Joan of Arc in his mind should not be like that.

It should be more noble, more beautiful, more chaste, more stable... Ah, forget about the last one, Joan of Arc doesn't seem to have anything to do with stability.

Feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, Rhode walked towards her with a straight face.

"……what?"

Jeanne took half a step back: "Wait, wait. Don't come here!"

This time it was Rhodes' turn to be tough. He ignored the other party's resistance and grabbed her wrist: "What's going on, tell me clearly."

Miss Saintess, who had no escape, pursed her lips frequently, looked sideways and muttered: "...so that's it."

"So which one?"

"Um."

Joan raised her eyes to peek at Rhode's face from time to time, then lowered her head in a panic like a girl in love, showing a very sweet smile.

"In my opinion, you, Caster... are simply... ideal..."

Looking at the nympho-looking saint, Rhodes sighed: Is this still the case after a long time?

His current mood is like the disappointment of Atalanta who saw Artemis himself, like an otaku who saw a photo of a person in Vtuer.

It is no different from "Fate/Apocrypha", and the Joan of Arc here is just a love brain...

"Caster, you are simply an ideal younger brother!!!"

Joan blushed and yelled.

Rhodes: "..."

A gust of wind blew through the forest, and the branches swayed and rustled.

"...What did you say?"

"So that's it."

Joan of Arc's beautiful eyes shone with fanaticism, and she held Rhode's hand instead, talking endlessly.

"When I saw you for the first time, I didn't know why I had a strong desire to protect.

Ahh... what a lovely young man, if I had a younger brother, I would be like this, right?

Fufufu...the gesture of standing up to protect my sister even in the face of Lancer, who is the mighty Three Knights, is really amazing—"

While saying "good boy, good boy", Joan reached out to touch Rhode's hair, but the latter avoided him in disgust.

Joan was not discouraged, and continued: "You just asked me why I always pester you, right? That's the reason.

'There is no way to leave this child alone! 'Such a strong sense of mission drives me now.That's why I hope you can reconcile with everyone in Black! "

"I'm not your real brother?"

"Ok, I know."

"I'm not like you, my last name is De [d'Arc]?" Rod said.

"Ok, I know."

"I'm British?"

"I still know this. Don't look at it like this, sister, I am Ruler, right? The real names of all fourteen Heroic Spirits are held in this head."

"I can read and write?"

"I hate it, I made fun of my sister again. This joke is already very old-fashioned, if I say it again, I will beat you?"

Joan smiled softly, and beat Rhodes' arm with her fist.

"It hurts, it hurts... so hard."

Rhodes sighed: "I completely understand."

"Do you understand it?"

Looking at Joan of Arc, Rhodes said: "For some reason, I look like your younger brother to you, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Miss Saintess stroked Rhodes' hair, and nodded with a smile: "As expected of my younger brother who is Caster, he is so smart."

"—don't take me for a fool."

"The vicious one is also very cute, hehehe."

It turned out to be the case.

Rhodes held his chin and thought, that really is the case.

In fact, when Rhodes first met Joan of Arc, when he saw that she was being attacked by Karna, he almost subconsciously rushed out and cast magic to protect her.

This was originally an extravagant behavior that he would never do.

However, after seeing Joan of Arc, for some reason, she became protective of her.