"It stinks! It stinks everywhere! It's so disgusting."
A woman's slightly high-pitched voice sounded with deep dissatisfaction, and the walls around her echoed with her strong and unpleasant emotions.
With an unhappy expression on her face, a female servant dressed in black walked in.
Although the description of being completely black makes people think of Catherine, their temperaments are much different.
Rather, it's completely different.
The black servant in front of him was wearing metal armor. The black armor had a beautiful luster, and underneath was a black petticoat. He was wearing a large cloak, but the corners were tattered, and the collar was fluffy.
The black Master makes her fair skin look a bit pale.
Her eyes were golden, and her short hair was a light golden color that was close to white. Her arrogant eyes filled with unpleasant emotions scanned the surroundings, and finally settled on the face of Vlad III. She remained arrogant and glared at Vlad III in front of her.
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The iron boots made a crisp sound on the floor, and the battle flag rolled into a long pole was dragged on the ground casually. The woman in black quickly approached Vlad III.
Under the firelight, her face can be clearly seen.
There is no mistaking it, it is Joan of Arc's face - or Artoria's face, Okita Souji's face, and there is nothing wrong with Nero's face either.
"anything."
Vlad III ignored her words that were almost provocative, and just spoke lightly and in a tone that did not contain any questioning emotions.
There's no need to ask. As the saying goes, if you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything, she must have her own intentions for coming here.
"I say you, at least have due respect for the Master! - I ask you, I have provided you with so many flying dragons during this period, what are your results? Don't tell me that you spent so much time in vain
Duo Feilong, you have gained nothing! I will burn you to death!"
"There are no results worth mentioning, just capturing the Chaldean Master."
Vlad III continued speaking lightly.
"Hmph, that's really not worth mentioning. It seems that the legendary Dracula also... eh?! Did he capture the Master?!"
Because the tone was so plain, the servant in front of her - let's call it Black Joan because she was dressed in pitch black - she didn't react at all, thinking he said something, and defeated the two enemy servants.
kind of things.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh! He is indeed Archduke Dracula! The source of the strongest vampire in the inheritance! Oh oh oh oh oh! That's great! Only those who shine should be defiled and fall! Such a hopeful girl
, most suitable as a blasphemous sacrifice to the gods!"
Next to Black Jeanne, the rickety body of a man making a harsh sound appeared.
He is wearing a black magic robe. He has a thin body and long nails on his hands, like the figure of a legendary demon. His hair is messy and draped over an exaggerated collar like a sea anemone. His skin color is similar to the bluish white of a drowned person.
His eyes stared like a frog, looking like a funny clown.
However, when he was speaking, the enthusiasm in his eyes reminded people of a fanatic.
Vlad III frowned, a ball of blood gathered in his hand, turned into a javelin-like spike, and shot towards the man who made the strange scream.
boom!
Flames burst out.
As Black Jeanne swung her cloak, the heavy flame magic turned into a blade, rolled up, and blocked the fast and cruel blood stab.
"Hey! This is..."
Before she could launch an attack, Vlad III yelled out:
"Don't call me that cursed name!"
He widened his eyes and stood up from the throne. He exuded the unquestionable majesty of a king. Black Joan shivered subconsciously, and then realized that she had actually flinched?! She quickly puffed up her chest and took a step forward.
"Don't talk about this! Since you have captured the Chaldeans, shouldn't you give them to us immediately?"
"I refuse."
He calmly refused. There was no hierarchical relationship between masters and servants that ordinary people understand.
"you!"
"That person still has important value. He is an indispensable person in Yu's strategy."
Vlad III's disobedient attitude made Black Joan very angry - this man! How dare he refuse his request! He is obviously a Servant!
Rather than him not doing what he wanted to do, what made Black Joan even more angry was that this man actually dared to [reject] herself!
"Gill! Teach him a lesson! Let him understand who is..."
"Ah! My holy girl! Everything is as you wish! Oh oh oh, my Joan of Arc!!!"
He made such a disgusting sound, and then, wild magic surged from his skinny arms, turning into something like an electric arc net, wrapping around Vlad III's body.
The vampire king in black ignored it completely. He just squinted his eyes and looked here silently, with a sound of disdain leaking from his nose.
"Is it just this level?"
Although these two people claimed to be Masters, in fact, it was the [Holy Grail] that really summoned Vlad III. Although the two of them could exert influence on him as users of the Holy Grail, they were far less effective than the Command Spell.
Vlad III raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and with a snap, countless spikes grew out of the inner wall of the palace, including blood piles, iron piles, wooden piles, and bone piles, using everything around them as material for the spikes.
The entire palace turned into a sea of spikes.
"What are you doing! Do you want to fight, you bastard!"
Black Joan of Arc was also very angry. When she saw this, she became angry, her body was burning with fire magic power, and she was about to attack. But the magician in black, Gildray, saw clearly.
"Joan of Arc, Holy Maiden, if Mr. Vlad was really planning to harm us, he would have done it just now."
"As long as you understand."
Vlad III snorted coldly.
"Do you really have a strategy? Yes, then I will give you a period of time, just like lending you a flying dragon. One week... no, three days, within three days, you have to give it to us when you use it up!"
"One week. Three days is too short."
"you!!!"
Black Joan glared at him angrily, and finally Gildrey came over to smooth things over: "One week will be enough. But our patience is also limited."
"Go! Gil! I'm so mad!"
"Ah, Joan of Arc, you have to understand that sometimes, waiting will make the results more delicious. The so-called revenge, all the grudges will settle over time, and they will all explode at the moment of final success! The greatest happiness will be there.
It breaks out in an instant! Joan of Arc! In order for you to enjoy the greatest pleasure of blasphemy, please wait a little longer!"
After listening to Gildre's speech that was full of bad taste, Black Joan snorted and said coldly: "Okay, but before that, I have to burn the city to vent my hatred!"
"Oh, let's go! Let's ravage as much as you like! Let's blaspheme as much as you like! That's the revenge you deserve, Joan of Arc!!!"
The two people finally left. Vlad III watched the two people leave with disdain. He was no longer in the mood to take a nap. He waved his hands and walked towards Fujimaru Ritsuka's room.
On the bed, the orange-haired girl was sleeping peacefully, but her face showed the tiredness of the past few days, which made people feel distressed.
Vlad III looked her up and down, then reached out to the buttons on her chest...