"Shall we go?"
Hearing Amakusa's words, Souya froze slightly.
According to the original plot, the Ruler appearing at the border of Trifas and Sighisoara should be Jeanne d'Arc, and the Servant Amakusa dispatched to kill her was the Red Faction's strongest, Karna.
Although he didn't know if the Butterfly Effect would cause a change in the Ruler candidate, the reality should indeed be as Amakusa said: Ruler definitely wouldn't stand on their side.
As for the Black Faction, the one dispatched might not be the Saber from the original work, namely Siegfried; it could be another Servant.
But if you told Souya that the Black Faction's Saber wasn't Siegfried, he wouldn't believe it.
Thinking this, his gaze subconsciously moved toward the gloomy Gothic beauty standing by the church window—Kriemhild. As a veteran Type-Moon fan, although Souya couldn't perfectly memorize the information of most Servants, he vaguely remembered that for Kriemhild, one of the conditions for her descent was that Siegfried had to be in the summoning system.
In other words, someone must have prepared to or already summoned Siegfried first for Kriemhild to agree to descend.
Looking at it this way, the opposing Saber was undoubtedly still Siegfried.
Right at this moment, as if sensing Souya's gaze, Kriemhild suddenly withdrew her vision from outside the window, turning her head to give him a mild, indifferent glance.
But it was just one glance. After staring at him briefly, Kriemhild withdrew her gaze and continued looking out the window toward the Yggdmillennia clan's direction.
After thinking for a moment, Souya didn't refuse Amakusa's order and chose to accept it.
Regardless of who Ruler was, Souya wanted to meet her, even chat with her. And if it was "Jeanne the Fair," that would be even better.
With the end of this Red Faction meeting, everyone chose to leave.
Accompanied by flashes of light, the Servants all dematerialized and left. Even Atalante, who had been secretly peeking at Souya, didn't come forward to say anything after the meeting ended. She just gave him one last look before leaving as well.
To this, Souya could only shrug and temporarily choose to ignore it.
After all, with the trash system currently playing dumb and not replying, Souya could only guess at Atalante's attitude toward him. He didn't dare to initiate any contact or actions.
He didn't want the Butterfly Effect happening to himself.
Thinking of this, Souya didn't dwell on it too much. After saying goodbye to Amakusa, he and Morgan headed first toward the border of Trifas and Sighisoara.
Soon, the massive church was empty, leaving only the sunlight filtering through the windows and falling upon the giant hanging crucifix.
"Oh Lord, can You tell me exactly why I have descended to the mortal realm this time?"
Sitting in the back of a truck speeding toward Trifas, the young girl with a golden braid clasped her hands tightly against her chest once again, praying to the sky.
Unfortunately, no matter how devout her attitude was, the indistinct voice echoing in her ears remained the same phrase:
"Just move forward."
"It's still no good, huh..."
Feeling the voice gradually fade away, the young girl couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
This situation was a first for her. One must know that in her previous life, no matter how she prayed, the Lord would give her clear responses and hints.
After all, she was Jeanne d'Arc, a Saintess, and someone who had caught the Lord's gaze hundreds of years ago, thereby gaining a special ability:
[Revelation]
This ability, exclusive to Saint-class Servants of Christianity, worked exactly as it sounded. Through prayer and supplication, she could receive guidance from the "Pigeon" (God), knowing what she needed to do at the moment and thus stepping onto the correct path.
But for some unknown reason, ever since Jeanne accepted the Holy Grail's summons and possessed Laetitia—a young girl born in France who highly resembled her in both appearance and soul, through the form of Spiritual Evocation—her Revelation seemed to have lost its effectiveness.
No matter how Jeanne prayed or asked, the answer to any question she received was always those short words: 'Just move forward.'
Is it because I possessed Laetitia, so the Lord didn't recognize me? After trying countless times and beginning to doubt her life, Jeanne couldn't help but harbor this thought.
But it was just a passing thought. As one of the Lord's most loyal believers, she firmly believed that all of this was simply the Lord's arrangement.
Harboring this thought, Jeanne decided to first follow the responsibility bestowed upon her by the Holy Grail: head to Trifas in Romania to ensure the Holy Grail War proceeded normally.
As for the issue with [Revelation], she would deal with it later.
So, after gaining the consent and understanding of the young girl Laetitia, Jeanne first took a long leave of absence from Laetitia's church school. Then, using the girl's money, she bought plane and bus tickets to Romania.
It wasn't until a few days later, which was now, that she finally arrived in Romania and took a bus to the city closest to Trifas, Sighisoara.
There, besides asking around to gather information about Trifas and the Yggdmillennia clan, she used the young girl's purity and sincere tone to persuade an old man who happened to be heading to Trifas to pick up goods to take her along.
Thus came the scene tonight of her sitting in the back of a pickup truck, praying while heading toward Trifas.
It's worth mentioning that Jeanne had noticed the abnormalities of this war as soon as she arrived in Sighisoara.
The reason was that she saw many pigeons.
Not a certain Pigeon that liked to snag french fries from the docks and watch its Holy Son and Saintess act out sitcoms, but actual animal pigeons scattered all over Sighisoara, acting as if they were monitoring something.
Descending in the Ruler class and possessing a certain level of discernment, Jeanne naturally saw through what these were.
They were familiars. By the looks of it, likely the masterpiece of either the Black or Red Faction's Caster.
Upon seeing the appearance of those pigeons, Jeanne couldn't help but frown.
Although there was nothing wrong with magi using familiars to scout for information and detect enemies in a Holy Grail War, the problem was that this wasn't Trifas, where the war was supposed to take place, but a neighboring city.
In other words, someone from either side had broken the rule that the Holy Grail War could only be conducted in one specific area and could not interfere with normal humans elsewhere.
Understanding this, Jeanne realized that this war most likely had major problems. While feeling grave about this, she couldn't help but secretly guess: Could my role this time really just be to ensure the war proceeds normally?
Harboring these thoughts, Jeanne decided to delay no further. When the time came, she followed the old man toward Trifas.
I, Jeanne the Fair! Have come to blow the white whistle!