Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Woo..."

Jeanne sobbed softly. She was not an impatient person, but this must have gone on for too long!

From the day when she woke up to the long night, even Jeanne felt a little numb.

At the beginning, she was still full of humiliation and pain. As the gasps coming from the confessional became more and more submissive and charming, the situation of Miss Saint gradually became embarrassing.

As a pure saint virgin, although she would not waver in her determination because of this method, she would not have listened to the wall for most of the day without any reaction at all.

Forget about that monster Roland, why can Kallen be able to bear it!

In order not to distract herself, the red-faced Holy Lady was like a primary school student who was forced to stand, with her hands carefully placed by her side, her back straight, her eyes slightly lowered, and she did not even dare to move a little.

Now she even hoped that the servants outside would start fighting quickly to divert their attention.

But unfortunately, after experiencing a large-scale defeat like yesterday, and in an atmosphere where even people who don't care about the news are wondering whether terrorists have entered Tokyo, it is impossible for a cautious god like Kama to start a new plan before it is born. He continued to cause trouble before.

Roland, who is the backbone of the other half of the followers, is also taking a rest. Combining the two, tonight is a rare Christmas Eve.

But that's not all.

"You are still here, Miss Joan of Arc. I thought you would run away from this dangerous place out of fear."

Roland said with a smile.

He straightened his collar casually, walked out of the confessional room that exuded the fragrance of Mi Mi, and glanced at Joan of Arc.

"Although this approach was shameless just now, it is still very effective. As long as I get a little busier in the future, I will probably leave you alone for a while... It will be more dangerous to continue to stay by my side now."

Looking at the saintly lady in front of him, the expression on Roland's face was very sincere and sincere, as if he was really considering her safety.

"Do you want to break the deal with Kallen?"

——Jane d'Arc would naturally not say such words.

She just hasn't read the book, but it doesn't mean she's stupid. The credibility that such a devil will keep his promise is really low. It's hard to tell whether the deal with Kallen is a bad taste for her. If she behaves It's okay to be obedient, but once he irritates the other person, Roland may be torn off the false mask currently hanging on his face, and he will be completely shattered.

In fact, even now, Roland's gaze towards her was still as hot as a sharp blade, able to easily pierce through the thin layer of fabric and linger on her delicate body.

...Although it is indeed my own fault for not changing out of my maid uniform, this guy must have taken it too seriously. Weren't you just satisfied?

Joan frowned, with a cold face, but did not say what was in her heart. She decisively chose to give up responding to Roland's teasing and began to change the subject.

"Where's Karen?"

"Ah, right there, because she is too tired and still resting."

Roland turned slightly to let Joan see the scene in the confession room.

The first thing that struck the saint's eyes was the nuns' uniforms thrown carelessly on the ground, and as the closed door was pushed open, that faint special smell gradually filled the warm air of the church.

There was also the silver-haired girl who was leaning against the wall of the confessional, her thighs still positioned like letters, her eyes distracted and lifeless.

This image, which was too impactful for an unexperienced girl, instantly occupied Jeanne's mind and took away her remaining calmness and reason.

Joan of Arc suddenly looked at Roland, her blue pupils filled with cold anger.

Several large holes had been torn, the tattered black pantyhose, the tear stains hanging on Karen's delicate and flushed face, and the dried marks all showed how rough it was. treat.

Just by seeing those details, Joan of Arc could feel the misfortune that Karen had suffered.

"Karen is really so greedy. I don't know whether such a strong desire is her strength or weakness."

But at this time, Roland also looked at Kallen's appearance and shook his head helplessly.

Although it may be a bad thing to say this as the instigator, in the conscience of heaven and earth, Roland is just an inhuman evil person. Not even a scumbag who doesn't care about anything.

When getting along with Kallen, the specific game methods are all decided by the other party. The complexity of the tricks is a bit eye-opening for Roland. Perhaps because of his past experience and personality, Kallen is quite fond of rough methods. And after being exhausted, Roland would be rejected even if he wanted to heal her. Each time, he would be immersed in the aftertaste for a long time as her exclusive ending.

"However, my resistance to coquettishness is really low, and I am always prone to being too spoiled. She is not the only one who needs to reflect."

"Karen..."

Listening to Roland's sincere sigh, Jeanne resisted the urge to punch this bastard, and subconsciously walked to the confession room. As if she thought of something, she picked up the gun hanging behind the bench. He took out the regular clothes he used to change from his bag and planned to cover Karen.

Then--

"Paji..."

Maybe because she didn't master the strength well, or maybe because she was too anxious, Miss Saint didn't notice the dark traces in the dark confession room. The splashed liquid quickly hung on the girl's black leather shoes and white stockings. superior.

——Ahhhh!

The discomfort coming from her calves made Joan regret it as soon as she stepped in. She glanced at the innocent-looking Roland with a terrifying look, and tried her best to glare at him.

Her iron will that could calmly face thousands of troops on the battlefield was useless at this moment. Joan felt that her calves were trembling, and her whole body seemed to be petrified, cold and hard.

But there was no way to turn around, so the saintly lady could only stagger across the swamp at her feet, cover Karen with clothes, and after settling in, she moved out of the confessional little by little and closed the door.

"What are your terms?"

Joan of Arc bit her lip, the expression on her pretty face was serious and serious, and the will in her eyes was unwavering.

Even though she has fallen to this point, she has not changed her attitude and style towards evil people.

Because of this, Roland instantly got rid of the calmness caused by pleasure, and the fire in his heart was aroused.

"What conditions?"

"On the condition that you don't do this to Karen again, your initial target didn't include this child, right? How can I get you to let her go?"

Seeing Roland deliberately pretending to be stupid, Jeanne frowned slightly, but still expressed her thoughts.

Kallen was just an ordinary girl who was involved by him. Even if she had a special physique, she wouldn't be worth enough for the beast of the apocalypse to trade with her.

In Joan's view, Roland's ultimate goal would definitely not be so simple, and letting her go so easily would be too unreliable, even if the opponent was far stronger than her.

In this case, you still have to find it in yourself in the end.

"Although I was easily defeated by you, I am still a Servant. I am fundamentally different from ordinary people like Kallen. What do you want me to do?"

Jeanne asked straight to the point.

"What do I want you to do?"

Roland was stunned for a moment when he saw Miss Saint's unsubtle look. After realizing Joan's thoughts, he showed a playful smile.

"You are really arrogant, Miss Joan of Arc. I don't need anything. Even if there is a wish that I cannot fulfill, it is not within your reach."

Roland said lightly.

"What's more, I'm just helping Karen."

"Help? Stop joking! I can do this kind of thing too!"

Thinking of Karen's appearance before, and hearing Roland say such a high-sounding reason, even Joan of Arc could no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

Compared with evil in a broad sense, Roland's attitude of not thinking that he is doing evil is more likely to anger the girl, because this is the real evil.

"...You can indeed do it."

Roland was not angry because of Jeanne's high-spirited tone. Instead, he nodded with a smile.

"So, do you want to help her on my behalf?"

"If I say yes...will you let Kallen go?"

"certainly."

Roland nodded matter-of-factly.

"So, I promise you what to do?"

Although she may be forced to become an accomplice driven by Roland, there is no hope for Joan of Arc in this Holy Grail War. As long as she is not allowed to do something that is impossible to do, such as burning, killing and looting, even with other The hero is an enemy, and Joan of Arc is determined to endure it.

This is one of the few rewards she can give Karen who fought for her freedom.

Although Roland had expressed his covetousness for her body before, the other party did not cross the line even when he was unable to resist. Joan of Arc, who was naturally stupid, would naturally regard Roland as one of those people she had encountered who had troubled the Holy Grail War. A troublesome conspirator.

But soon, she will realize how outrageous this misunderstanding is, and how unfathomable the lower limit of the man in front of her is.

"Very good," Roland nodded with satisfaction, "Then I'll keep the story short.

——Make magic with me, Miss Jeanne. "

"Eh?"

As soon as Roland finished speaking, the saint froze, and her aura of looking forward to death was unconsciously broken.

She looked at Roland, who had a normal expression, with astonished eyes, thinking that he was joking.

But there was nothing strange about Roland, he just stared at Joan of Arc quietly, looking very leisurely.

However, this attitude was enough to make Joan realize that the other party was serious. Combined with the scene just now, Joan's eyes towards Roland also became a little complicated.

Although as one of the characteristics of Xingyue's emergence from the circle, the act of mending magic is not uncommon in derivative works, but what needs to be corrected is... mending magic is a quite formal term.

Although it is an absolute anomaly for ordinary people, in the other world, this situation is common.

Magic power is equivalent to vitality, and its abundance may affect the outcome of a battle. Even for a servant, the amount of magic power means whether it can replicate the jaw-dropping expressiveness of his life.

Just like Weber can put down his negligible self-esteem and learn from female magicians to grow long hair in order to increase their magic power, for other magicians, it is definitely not uncommon to replenish their magic power by ingesting body fluids, and it can even be regarded as a method. This is a not uncommon type of transaction.

But despite this, Joan of Arc is still very unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

In the past, when she participated in the war as a ruler, she was provided with demons by the Holy Grail. Her own type of Noble Phantasm is also at a level where as long as the magic power supply is normal, she can perform at the highest level, and no amount of magic power is useless.

Being summoned simply as a servant was a novel first for Jeanne.

Therefore, she was completely unprepared.

"Karen!"

Miss Saint gave a low scream and understood what Roland meant.

Her Noble Phantasm is permanent, and the consumption is not particularly large. However, in the face of the power that even the Noble Phantasm itself was almost broken, this consumption is still considerable, and ordinary magicians will also find it difficult and helpless. Fight independently.

Not to mention Karen.

Although I don’t want to belittle the Master, the other party’s qualifications in magic are indeed not very good. His father was born with a magic circuit due to the miracle of the church, and the quality can only be said to be usable. Compared with the normal first generation Magicians can't compare.

Coupled with the freedom of marriage and love, and not being affected by the trend of magic, Kallen's qualifications... have reached a level where Weber can feel more confident in front of her.

We have come to a church that is located on the ground and is very rich in magic power. It can be seen that Joan of Arc needs to eat extra to replenish her magic power.

Theoretically, Kallen should not be involved in a war like the Holy Grail War at all, because her qualities as a Master are probably only better than ordinary people.

Yesterday's own consumption was probably quite difficult for Kallen. If it ended any slower, I'm afraid that in order to maintain her own existence, the contract would forcefully squeeze Kallen's lifespan to convert magic power.

From this point of view, Roland's timely healing of magic was indeed helping her.

But in this situation, if the master is not replenished with magic power, then the only objects left to replenish magic power are...

Even though she had already made up her mind before, such a sudden situation still made Joan hesitate to speak.

But what was worse than that was that it was too late for her to regret it.

"Then, for future considerations, let's start preparations now."

Such words came to the ears of Miss Saint.

Feeling the approaching warmth, she subconsciously took a step back.

Then, she staggered and fell into the other end of the confessional, which was the room used by priests to confess to believers. Through the mesh panes, she could even see Karen's unsightly appearance from the corner of her eye. .

Such a familiar and vivid fate made Miss Joan feel a deep and uncontrollable regret.

She had never regretted so much that she had rashly agreed to Roland out of guilt without asking him clearly before.

No--

When I met this guy last night, I should have followed my intuition and instinctive warning and turned around and ran away immediately.

If I successfully ran away, would the outcome be different?

Joan of Arc retreated step by step, but until her weak body hit a solid wall and there was no way out behind her, the almighty revelation did not give her an answer, as if it had already given an answer.

What was even worse was the intense dizziness brought upon her by the ambiguous atmosphere, the close male warmth, and the strange and strong smell.

Miss Saint's breathing also became a little rapid.

In the final analysis, she is just a pure girl. Before she got her mission, she would inevitably fantasize about meeting her beloved in the future, and then dedicating to him the things she has protected so far.

Only then did she realize that during the waiting time, although her will was unwavering, her body was still very honest.

Because there are some things that even for a pure saint do not need to be taught.

Joan of Arc's pretty face turned red, like a burning cloud in the sky.

The crystal blue pupils were also glowing with mist-like water.

From Roland's pupils as clear as pure rubies, Miss Saint could clearly see a trace of seductiveness about herself that she had never experienced before.

Her body leaning against the wall also slipped a little. Under the hem of her skirt, her legs wrapped in white stockings were intertwined with each other and began to rub uneasily.

Under such actions, the maid's uniform, which was not strict at first, became messy, which highlighted the girl's beautiful body curves and her skin, which was as white as the first snow, but was slowly dyed red at the moment.

"Um...don't..."

Joan of Arc subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked the crystal on the corner of her mouth, her throat trembling slightly.

As soon as she made this move, Miss Saint regretted it.

That's right, because the contrast was so great, even Roland was stunned by Joan's appearance. He didn't know whether this vague action was resistance or acquiescence.

After seeing Roland's performance, Joan of Arc felt even more ashamed.

When did her voice become so soft and soft?

And this shameless action, isn't it just like inviting the other party?

The firm belief that will not waver, the guilt and determination arising from Karen's situation, and the fantasy and instinct from her childhood. Between the three entangled with each other, there is finally only one left lingering in the heart of Miss Saint. idea.

Gu...just kill me.