"How could...how could something like that happen!"
In the magnificent palace, a slightly bloated and wealthy man slowly overflowed with fear on his face. His facial features were squeezed into a ball. His white permed hair was originally intended to highlight the unique demeanor of the nobles. However, now this demeanor is invaded by fear.
Dye it and nothing remains.
His anxious hands were firmly inserted into his hair, grabbing them hard with the bulging bones and tendons, and pulling them out hard, trying to use severe pain to clear his mind. If it was a dream, he hoped it would wake up soon.
Come.
Beside him, seeing how melancholy he was, a long-haired beauty draped in a gauze leaned against his back.
Although she has reached middle age, her well-maintained palace life still retains her charm. It is not difficult to imagine that she must have been a stunning beauty when she was young. Such a gentle lady also showed an anxious expression, accompanying him
behind.
But said nothing.
She also knew that she couldn't say anything useful.
"Sadly, it's true."
In front of these melancholy two people, a black-haired woman dressed in black, as if she was attending a funeral, showed an obviously playful smile. She is obviously the type who takes pleasure in other people's "unpleasantness", other people's negativity
Emotions are her most wonderful food - the so-called pleasure prisoners.
The woman was wrapped in black clothes, her black hair was like a waterfall, but her skin was frighteningly white, and her face was covered by a black gauze. This combination of clothing clearly pointed to one person - Catherine.
That mysterious woman is obviously the helper of human incineration and an enemy of mankind. She is the most annoying type who likes to watch humans struggle at close range and move toward despair.
"You, you, you, these are all weird tricks! It's not a good thing at all! Ken, it must be fake! France! My France! How could it be possible...how could it be possible..."
"Accept the facts, Your Majesty. Haven't I proven many things to you? I do have the ability to predict the future."
The smile on Catherine's face grew wider, and she snapped her fingers. Beside him, the black flames condensed into the shape of a mirror, and inside, a strange scene appeared.
That was when the whole country fell into chaos, with flames burning, black smoke filling the air, and people wailing everywhere.
The rebels... no, they claimed to be the revolutionary army, claiming to be to save France, and then they invaded the palace...
"Are you kidding me? I, I want to save France. Why...those people..."
"Your Majesty, people just can't understand each other. That's why... there are so many disputes between people."
Obviously, Catherine's tone became more and more cheerful, and her voice became sharper and sharper. She was obviously enjoying the panic of the man in front of her.
The beauty nestling behind him frowned and glared at her.
She hated Catherine very much. However, due to the occasion and status, she could not directly attack.
"Wait, I said you..."
He probably believed in the [future] shown by Catherine. The man desperately reached out and grabbed her arm, treating her as the last straw. He didn't care about calling himself the king now.
"You! You must have a way! You suddenly appeared in the palace and suddenly told me this kind of thing. You, you must be trying to say something. You must have a way to save my dynasty!"
Probably, crisis and disillusionment can make people's brains work rapidly. An idea flashed through him, and he thought of a very important possibility.
Obviously, this development is that Catherine wants to sell her ability... No matter what the conditions are, she agrees! This woman successfully predicted what she would do in the future, and also demonstrated this miraculous magical ability. Then,
She must be saying something. She has to spend her own money to save France, right? No matter what the cost! It is much better than the destruction of France!
"As expected of His Majesty the King, he is very smart. As for me, I do have a small treasure that I can lend you, but there are two conditions. First: you must pay my fee. You must give me half of the country's income every day.
Second, after the suppression of the reaction is over, you must grant me a fief."
"half?!"
The price made the man in front of me a little hesitant.
"Think about it, if the country dies, you won't get a penny. Moreover, you will be guillotined by the revolutionaries. If you die, there will be nothing."
There was a special magic in Catherine's words, and the man finally made up his mind and nodded firmly.
"Yes! However, these conditions can only be fulfilled after the rebellion is completely suppressed!"
"Well, your majesty is really smart. I like smart people. If it weren't for such a beautiful queen, tsk tsk, I would really want to be the queen. I'm just kidding~"
Catherine laughed and handed him a cup that shone beautifully in gold.
"This thing, known as the [Holy Grail], has unlimited divine power and can summon warriors to save the world. With this, whether it is quelling rebellion or governing the country, it will become easy."
Saying this, Catherine's smile was extremely bright, so bright that it made people's hearts tremble.
Anyone who knows her well understands that money means nothing to her, and the price she proposed before has only one reason [to make people relax their vigilance].
This is often the case. Being nice to people for no reason will sow seeds of doubt in others' minds, and everyone will suspect that you have ulterior motives.
Therefore, sometimes setting an appropriate price can increase your credibility.
Her goal, of course, is to make this man accept the Holy Grail she gave him.
"Without further ado, please allow me to teach you how to use the power of the Holy Grail."
Catherine then began to explain. The King of France in front of him hurriedly listened and memorized it carefully. He was originally a person who was good at mechanics. In mechanics, there were always some complicated and troublesome drawings. Now he took out twelve
I worked hard just to remember this woman's explanation.
Finally, according to Catherine's words, he used chicken blood to smear the summoning array on the most magical place in the palace, and then recited the incantation.
Sure enough, a strong wind blew for a while, and the magic power turned into flowing lightning. In the strong wind, a very tall man, but not very tall because of his stoop, appeared.
He wears a black robe that looks like a magician, decorated with silver and red edges. His hair is slightly messy, his skin is like a drowning person, looking a little pale, and a pair of eyes are bulging, almost like a frog.
"The servant, caster, comes in response to your summons."
As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, looked at Catherine, and then at the king in front of him, and grinned with a cruel smile.
"Ah, it looks like I was summoned by someone extraordinary."
As a caster, he understood in an instant that although the man in front of him was his summoner, the woman in black clothes behind him was the real mastermind of this incident, that is, the hidden boss.
"sharp!"
The king was shocked. At first, he really thought that this woman was just using a golden cup to fool him. Unexpectedly, she could really summon people?! Although I don’t know where the brave man came from, but now he is sick and seeks medical treatment.
When Caster, who was dressed in black and had frog eyes, heard these two words, his eyes widened at first, and then he let out a sharp sound, almost like a roar. The sound of this voice made His Majesty the King take several steps back in fright.
, together with the queen, the two mortals were trembling.
This scream was really too scary.
"God! How creative and cruel you are! France! Do you want me to save France!? The only person who can save France! But you have ruthlessly and shamelessly abandoned you! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Oh oh oh oh oh! Sure enough, you are still... Hahahaha! That’s it! I understand!”
This caster dances like a berserker. He raises his arms and shouts to the beautiful dome of the palace, raises his arms and shouts to the illusory gods, and raises his arms and shouts to his own twisted desires.
Then, he took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and smiled at the two of them.
"I have a solution."
"Really, really?"
The king, who was originally convinced that he could save the world, was frightened by his roar just now, and now he couldn't believe him anymore.
"Hmm, but Your Majesty, I don't have this ability. The one who can really save France is not me, but the saint who saves the world!"
"Saint...saint?"
This noun is not very directional, but in France, the word "Saint of the Nation" will remind people of a special person. In other words, as long as the word "Saint of the Nation" is mentioned, the first thing that comes to the minds of French people in this era
Only one person reacted.
Jeanne Darc, also known as the legendary French hero, [Joan of Arc].
Originally a village girl, she claimed to have received revelation from God and became a war hero who saved France.
She was originally called a witch and was tried by burning at the stake. Afterwards, a new court was opened to restore her reputation.
For the French people of this era, the name of Joan of Arc can be said to be well known.
"The hero who can save France, from beginning to end, is only the saint! Only that one person! There is no other person! Chastity———————————— virtue!"
His emotions suddenly became high again, and his voice was as sharp as a knife, trying to turn his brain into a mess.
"Then, that means, do you have a way to resurrect that saintly lady?!"
Although he was also afraid, as a king, he still had to stand up and ask questions.
"Well, yes, this is very easy. Your Majesty, please lend me the [right to use] the Holy Grail for a while."
As he spoke, he narrowed his frog eyes, opened his mouth narrowly, and his smile was particularly curious.
"Yes, yes! Please, please quickly summon Lady Joan of Arc!"
He was also frightened, what the hell is this... He was frightened to death, but his skills seemed to be first-class. They say geniuses are incomprehensible, and this is too difficult to understand... Or is it a saint?
Joan of Arc sounds more communicative. After all, she was the real hero who saved France.
Just when the King was thinking this, he suddenly felt a little sticky on his ankle. When he lowered his head, he saw something black clinging to his foot.
It looked fleshy, about the size of a dog, with a dark back and what looked like pustules on it.
Feeling disgusted, the King swung his leg, trying to throw it away...
However, I can't shake it off no matter how hard I try.
"Oh, Your Majesty, there is no need to resist. Didn't you say that you would lend me the [right to use]?"
At some point, the caster in black had a magic book in his hand, which was glowing red, reminiscent of an ominous sheen.
She was startled by the sudden black thing. The queen had never seen such a disgusting thing before. She quickly took a few steps back. This kind of fat, hairless mouse-like thing was really too much for women.
Exciting.
"Wait?! What, what does this mean?!"
"Your Majesty, if you want to summon Joan of Arc, you need something..."
"I allow you to use it!"
"No, what I'm talking about is not the Holy Grail, but - the living sacrifice of the stupid royal family of France who ignored Joan of Arc's plea for help! You have been chosen as the living sacrifice! Hahahahahaha!
"
"Wait?! What the hell is this..."
Before he could say anything more, a steady stream of strange creatures emerged from his feet, black and fleshy, like a mixture of sea anemone and octopus, crawling along his feet and all over his body.
Body!
The king was completely swallowed by this creature!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The king who was wrapped by the monster made a dull sound. It was obvious that he was still struggling, but he could not break free from these tentacles.
"Well, that's it, feel free to be afraid. I will summon Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc will save France! God will be blasphemed! Hahahahahaha!"
The caster made a strange sound and reached out to take the golden cup suspended in mid-air.
In the distance, the Queen, who was so frightened by this scene that she collapsed on the ground, could only let out a feeble wail.
"Don't, don't come over!"
"Huh? There's another one...this fresh fear of trembling...ah, it's really addictive."
As he spoke, he pointed his finger and pointed his long and narrow nails to the opposite side. From his magic book, seven or eight strange monsters flew out and flew towards her face!
"Let me tell you, doing this to a crying woman is not the behavior a gentleman should do."
The sound of footsteps is crisp.
The gorgeous high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound, her footsteps turned, and she held a heavy skirt in one hand. A woman in a beautiful dress, with her head on her head and a thin-edged sword in one hand, flashed out from the balcony pillar,
The tip of the sword in his hand flickered, and with a few strokes of the sword, the beautiful arc of silver light in the air forced the flying tentacles back.
It was an old lady who looked to be sixty or seventy years old. She wore a beautiful and gorgeous big hat on her head. Her hands were very neat. While forcing the tentacles away, she vigorously picked up the queen who was lying on the ground. The two of them walked together.
Run towards the balcony.
Caster was stunned for a moment, and then a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "How dare you disturb this good show! I will never let you go - but right now, there are more important things!"
There was a look of relief on the caster's face, and he looked at the king who had been heavily suppressed by the tentacles before, and put the Holy Grail in front of the huge fleshy tumor.
"Joan of Arc! Show up! Joan of Arc!!!"
The caster roared wildly, and magic flowed in the air.
A woman dressed in pitch black appeared in the palace at some point, unfurling a large black and white flag in her hand.
"Ah, Jill, your shrill screams are almost killing me."
"Ah!!!! Zhen!! De!!"
"Ah - I know. I know! Want... revenge, right? Jill."