"Mama Fiore..."
The girl with a common name for Western boys cheered and threw herself on Fiore. Her little nose nudged Fiore's clothes, making the originally smooth and fitting top a mess. But Fiore was not angry at all. Instead, she gently stroked Jack's little head with a doting smile.
Jack narrowed his eyes and continued to rub around. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and put his nose close to Fiore's neck and twitched.
"Hmm, it seems that it smells not only of Fiore's mother, but also Jeanne's mother."
"You devil, you can even smell it." Fiore didn't deny it and reached out to flick Jack's forehead.
"Because Jack has a very sensitive nose." Jack laughed and looked at Fiore with anticipation.
The latter showed a helpless smile, closed his eyes, and whispered: "It's your turn, change someone else."
When she opened her eyes again, the magician's temperament had changed. If she looked like a saint before, she was now a real saint. She didn't have any of the temperament that a magician should have. Her noble and awe-inspiring posture made ordinary people feel ashamed.
Of course, these ordinary people did not include little Jack. She didn't care whether the one in front of her was a magician or a saint, she only knew that it was her mother, so she hugged her and rubbed her.
"Mother Jeanne, it's really Mother Jeanne."
"It's me, Jack." It was the same mouth, but the voice was much lower. "Can you tell me why you are here? Fiore and I should be the only ones in this world, so why did you become an Assassin?"
"Because Jack is not the original Jack." Little Jack explained.
"Can you explain it in more detail? I don't understand what you are saying."
"Then let me explain. Our situation is much more complicated than yours."
A third person's voice rang out in the empty fast food restaurant. It was still a woman's. The clothes she was wearing were the same style as Jeanne or Fiore's, but they had a dark appeal on her body that could arouse some of the most primitive desires in men.
Hearing this voice, Joan of Arc put little Jack down and looked up to meet the eyes of the new woman.
"You're here too, Lingxia."
"To be precise, I'm not here." The woman shook her head and pointed to the back. "It's hard to explain in a few words. Let's talk inside. Jack, close the door, and then move the boxes from the back of the cold storage to make a big meal for Mother Jeanne and Mother Fiore."
"Yes, Mom."
Jack closed the shop door as quickly as possible, played with a knife he had gotten out of nowhere, and ran to the kitchen.
Seeing Jack's skilled appearance, Joan of Arc's face became more and more confused.
"You... knew we were coming?"
"I'm not sure, but I know that with your personality, you will definitely not miss the Holy Grail War. There is only one church in Fuyuki City, so the probability of seeing you near this place is the highest. I don't know if you noticed that the sign of the store is Jack's favorite hamburger steak."
"You are still so wise." Jeanne praised, "But don't make a big meal. We have limited time and several friends are waiting for us to buy groceries and cook."
"Oh? I haven't seen you for a while, and you can actually cook?" Lingxia teased, "I wonder if your cooking is not as delicious as Jack's feast."
"Lingxia, stop making fun of me." The scene suddenly changed, and the saint turned back into a female magician. It was obvious that the ridicule was directed at her - Joan of Arc was born in a peasant family, how could she not know how to cook
"Okay, I'll let you go for now. But we finally met, and I can't let you go so soon. Let me know what you're going to do, and I'll have Jack make it and bring it back to you. It'll take the same amount of time anyway."
Fiore agreed with this proposal.
"Well, let's do it."
"Menu."
"Meat, curry, and mapo tofu."
"... Your friend's hobbies are really unique, Indian style, Chinese style, and the requirement for meat... Isn't it too broad?"
Lingxia's words resonated with Fiore.
"I think so."
"For meat, I'll make hamburgers, including your portion, and serve it with a separate portion of curry sauce. I can't make mapo tofu right now, so how about making something else spicy instead?"
"As you say."
"Okay, let's do it—Jack, get to work."
"Oh, Mom, hamburgers, hamburgers..."
Jack agreed loudly, humming a little tune happily while reaching out to open the sliding door of the cupboard. Inside, various knives were arranged in categories. A rough count revealed that there were more than a dozen types.
Then, in the kitchen, there was a sharp cold light and the sound of various things being chopped.
From the lounge just across the wall, women's sighs or exclamations could be heard from time to time.
One inside and one outside, the combination of inside and outside has an inexplicable sense of harmony, as if it is a strange sonata.
...
Fiore's old friends got together and had a great time talking, but the three people in the church felt uncomfortable.
Especially Liz Bailey, she was a disseminator of negative energy when she was hungry. She kept shouting "I'm so hungry" and "Why don't you come back?" She was like the incarnation of "gluttony", one of the seven deadly sins.
Well, this description is indeed an exaggeration, but considering that Xiye and Kallen were not very hungry, but their stomachs were growling because of her shouting, it was normal for them to be complained by these two non-mainstream nuns.
Unfortunately, in order to hide, the two could not go out casually, and they had no choice but to complain about why Fiore was so slow and whether all the nearby stores were closed. At the same time, they hid in the basement, trying to avoid seeing or hearing anything, and passed the time by looking at the "Spirit Weapon Disk".
It was at this time that the data displayed on the "Spiritual Weapon Disk" changed.
The color of one of the horses changed from white to dull gray, the color that symbolizes death.
Seeing this, Xiel sighed: "Another one. I wonder if it's because there are too many servants participating in the battle, or if the Holy Grail War is just so intense - is the so-called omnipotent wish-granting machine really that magical?"
"I don't know." Kallen shook her head expressionlessly, "But this Servant may not be out of the game. His status is not the death of Berserker, but the near death."
"Near death?" Xier looked up suddenly, his eyes fixed on the display bar that had just dimmed. "It is indeed near death. How could this happen? According to Miss Fiore, the spirit disk will only show life or death. How could it be..."
"It could be the special ability of the Servant, or it could be the special nature of the job. An additional job that has never appeared, even its name is fake, and it may blur the concept of life and death."
Karin raised her hand and pointed to the side of the "Spiritual Weapon Plate". The grey job name was "Faker".