Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

Chapter 38: Prelude to Burning

Fujimaru Tatsuka did not expect that she would summon Joan of Arc [Alter] at this time. With this character, it might make the situation worse.

Gorgeous long silver hair, pale golden eyes, and a handsome body wrapped in ominous armor, it is inevitable to remind people of creatures like dragons.

She appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, which just confirmed what the church said-witches can perform terrible magic.

There was a faint commotion among the villagers. The priest was stunned for a moment, and took the opportunity to point to Joan of Arc [Alter] and shouted, "She is the embodiment of evil, and the hammer of the referee will destroy heresy! Take up your weapons , expel her!"

"Oh? You really don't think you can destroy me with stones, do you?" The cross sword moved away from Fujimaru Tachika, the dragon witch raised her chin, and looked around proudly, "This hatred, let you really taste it."

She was about to rush forward to tear apart the opponent's formation, but someone grabbed her wrist. The young man quickly said: "The villagers are innocent, please don't hurt them."

On the way here, the emissary Artemis also said that the villagers' attitude towards Maria is basically admiration, and they also have their own difficulties in developing the current situation.

"Tsk, I'm so troublesome!" Joan of Arc [Alter] complained, but her subordinates still reluctantly stayed a little bit, after all, she didn't want to embarrass the Master.

Although he is called a paladin, his armor is so simple that it is vulnerable to a single blow.The black figure holding the flag came and went freely among them, accompanied by terrifying laughter, the knights fell to the ground one after another.

Black flames ignited on the cross sword, and she happily threatened the shivering priest, "You're so weak, get out of here!"

"It really is evil, devil! Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"Help!"

The priest and the knights were defeated one after another, and the villagers became a mess, fearing that the witch would catch up and kill them.

"Hmph, it's really stupid to be so frightened at this level." Heroic Ling looked at the backs of those running around, snorted, and soon pointed the sharp spear at the young man standing next to him, "Although it's just some miscellaneous things. Fish, but it can also hurt you, as my master is too embarrassing!"

Fujimaru Tachika was speechless, so he had to smile dryly and try to pass the test.

The commotion in the forest was quickly quelled. Weaver descended from the sky to Merlin, applauded and said, "That's not bad! She's your companion too?"

He faltered, "It's a special product I brought."

"Hey, over there, who is the specialty you brought? If you want to die, I will give you a ride."

Merlin responded with a nerve-wracking smile, "It's just that I have a bad temper."

"If you say another word, I will kill you immediately!"

Weaver deeply believes that his temper is not very good.

As the source of the commotion, Maria remained silent, her blue eyes cast heavy shadows.

That was one of the expressions that Joan of Arc [Alter] was most familiar with. A series of emotions such as loss and swing were mixed and intertwined, achieving unparalleled hatred, and then falling into the endless hell.

Things should have gone this way, but the blond witch quickly ruled out such emotions.

"Weaver, you go back first, I'll go to the village to see the situation."

After she finished speaking, she took the familiar and left, leaving her friend in a daze, "I said, Maria, you are too nice!"

The front became empty, but Merlin chuckled softly, "Those people are obviously planning to send her to the stake, but do you still care about them?"

"No way, that guy is just like that." However, the witch's curiosity soon replaced others, "There are so many faces today, who is the witch over there?"

Under the young man's secret urging, she replied impatiently: "Joan... Tch, just call me that for now, but don't confuse me with that foolish bubbling saint."

Weaver hesitated, "Miss Saint? Have you provoked the church?"

In order to get the word out, Fujimaru Tachika had to activate the fooling skill, "It just happens to have the same name."

The witch and the church are incompatible, and it is reasonable to regard this as a shame.

"So that's it!" Weaver suddenly realized, "The Joan of Arc of the Saint and the Joan of the Witch? It sounds like a theater. If I am lucky enough to meet the Holy Lady, I will take a good look at it."

Because of the interruption of the church, she was very worried about the companions who did not attend the meeting as promised, and after giving them a few words, she left on a broom.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fujimaru Tatsuka also explained the current situation to Ying Ling.

It was not until the moon rose that Maria returned to the hut in the forest with vain steps.

She was silent all the way, her originally clean face became gray, with traces of being smashed by something, and even traces of coagulated blood on her forehead.

"What's going on?" the boy asked.

The owl let out a long breath, and said helplessly, "There are Maria's friends in that village, but now..."

After the breakup, Fujimaru Tatsuka silently made up for her in her heart.

The blond witch buried her head in her lap, but still ordered her servant to go out to investigate, "Artemis, go and see where Leon's daughter is, the priest wonders if she will be judged as a witch ..."

"Maria—"

The owl's words were directly picked up by Joan of Arc [Alter], and she could see that she was very angry now, "It's so leisurely to be almost sent to the stake, since you are so considerate of others, don't do anything French I'm a witch, go and join that village girl and saintess!"

The guy who suddenly appeared taught me such a plain lesson, and Maria puffed up her cheeks, "You don't understand...!"

"Who hasn't tasted the taste of betrayal and burning, innocent lady witch? Forget it, the guy who wants to experience hell for himself is hopeless, maybe I will be in a good mood to collect your corpse for you, ah...forget No, the church will not leave even the ashes."

The saint's body was burned twice to ensure that no one could collect her ashes and bury her.

Maria was provoked to stand up, her blue eyes met the other's golden eyes, and sparks flew all over the place in an instant.

Fujimaru Tachika generally understands why Joan of Arc [Alter] would say that, the burning is her tomb and the cradle of her birth, so she is probably angry at Maria's laxity.

Even if it is the dark saint who comes with revenge, but because Joan of Arc is a good person through and through, she will show this kind of tactful concern at certain times.

In the false memory created by the Fuyuki Great Grail, the boy experienced the feeling of his body melting in the flames. He pursed his lips, grabbed the Dragon Witch's wrist and walked out quickly, not forgetting to turn around and apologize to Maria .

After reaching a sufficiently secluded place, Fujimaru Tachika dared not let go.

"What are you doing! Why do you have to apologize to that kind of guy!" She was like a cat with its hair blown out, planning to pounce on the boy and bite him if she didn't give a reasonable explanation.

"Let me remind you that this is not a place where you can talk casually. It's better not to reveal your identity too much." Merlin followed, squatting on the ground with his chin resting, and drew a few numbers on the ground with a branch. "According to my judgment, this forest should belong to France."

After finding out the name of the place, a weird smile appeared on Joan of Arc [Alter]'s face, "Huh? Such a coincidence is really rare, just let me see what happens to those faces when they deny their gods in front of those believers. What kind of face do you show!"

"Well, I don't intend to disturb your good mood, but it will take another 200 years in history before the birth of Joan of Arc."

"..."

"What's the matter with this silence? Did the fact of not being born hit you so hard?"

"No, I wanted to say it just now." Joan of Arc [Alter] sized up the long skirt on him, and there was a clear expression of contempt in her eyes, "What kind of crowned magician, people with this habit leave I'm going to stay away, it's disgusting."

Merlin:  …

"Lixiang-jun, let's leave it alone, this world probably...is not suitable for me."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Mellie!!"

Maria didn't drive them out because she didn't get along with Joan of Arc [Alter]. Instead, she gave up the hut in the forest for the three of them to rest, and she laid a random hammock in the forest.

Gradually, the night got late, and occasionally there was a crackling sound from unburned charcoal.

Fujimaru Tachika heard the sound of the servant getting up, turned over and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Joan of Arc [Alter] didn't speak, she sat facing the direction of the window, and the young man also got up, and he knew what she was looking at just by looking over.

That's the direction Miss Witch is camping.

Holding her cross sword in her arms, she curled up a mocking yet sad smile, "If the gods really exist, they will definitely punish me."

The moon has risen to its highest point.

The fiery shadow of the owl rushed out from the dense trees, "No, no, Maria! Those people have captured Leon's daughter and have sent her to the Inquisition in the town!"

"what!"

Maria turned over and jumped up from the hammock. She picked up her halberd and wanted to rush over. The three people in the room also came out after hearing the movement.

"The daughter of the man who was kicked down during the day?" Joan of Arc [Alter] folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, "Anyone with a discerning eye will know it's a trap."

"I'm going."

"Hey!" Heroic Spirit yelled at her back, "Are you an idiot!!"

However, Maria had disappeared into the night.

Fujimaru Tachika ran a few steps forward, turned her head and urged: "What are you still doing, hurry up!"

The author has something to say: I have to participate in daily activities on May [-]st, starting from the [-]st, a total of five days, please pray that I can finish it...

There are angels in Maria's world, so... A hundred years later, Michael gave the apocalypse to a certain girl in Orleans.