In the Palace of Versailles, Black Joan made an unpleasant sound, and her golden eyes almost burst out with anger.
She twisted her limbs, shook off the tentacles wrapped around them, and glared at the octopus-like tentacles everywhere in the castle. She originally liked the twisting posture - because it had a blasphemous feeling -
—Today, under the influence of my unhappy mood, I felt uncomfortable looking at them.
"Oh... Jeanne d'Arc! My holy girl! Calm down for a moment..."
"How can I calm down!"
Faced with Guildred's voice, which came from nowhere, Black Joan glared angrily, and stepped on the tentacle that had just escaped with a fierce kick. With a pop, blue-purple juice splashed all over the floor, covering Versailles.
The few remaining clean floors in the palace were stained with a disgusting color.
"Why did you pull me here! If there was no Fafnir!"
"Oh, Joan of Arc! That blow just now was too dangerous! We don't need to take risks at all! You know, thanks to your fight just now, our last step is finally completed! This is the highest
coooooool!! This is it! The most perfect blasphemy dedicated to God! God ah ah ah ah ah!! Look at it carefully!!! This is!! The anger of that saintly lady ah ah ah ah ah ah!
"
As Gildre's voice came from nowhere, Black Jeanne's expression was stunned at first, and then she looked happy and satisfied.
"Jill! I knew you wouldn't betray me! You wouldn't betray my trust!"
"Oh! Joan of Arc! Isn't that of course! Chichi hahahaha! Oh! Isn't that the savior of Chaldea? Welcome!! Welcome!!! Welcome to my most perfect blasphemous feast
! Just sit in the special seats and watch this perfect blasphemous drama!"
Gildre's words changed and he was obviously talking to Fujimaru Ritsuka who rushed in after Black Jeanne.
The rainbow-colored light cut off the layers of tentacles, and the bursting flames burned the fractures of the tentacles, which were constantly dripping with rotten blood, to charred black, making it impossible for the blood to flow away.
With Attila breaking through the tentacles, Kiyohime responsible for stopping the disgusting slime, and Siegfried and Darius following beside her, the combat power is sufficient for the time being. What's more, Mashu and Jeanne are also there, with the protection of the Holy Lady.
, and are not worried about problems at the defense level.
As long as Yagi Yusei recovers his magic power and Napoleon follows up, it will be a big gathering.
"Jill? No, that's not the question now. I have something to ask you, black me."
Joan of Arc first glanced suspiciously inside the Palace of Versailles where the sound came from, and then locked her sights on Black Joan of Arc.
"Huh? I have nothing to say to you. You are an unpleasant fake, a hypocritical and incomplete saint. You are simply the residue that I stripped away."
Black Joan snorted disdainfully and said angrily.
"I...well, just think of me as your remnant. Now, I want to ask you a question. A very simple question. I hope you can answer me."
Joan of Arc was reluctant and took another step forward.
She has wanted to ask this question for a long time.
In every battle before, it was not appropriate to talk due to the situation on the battlefield. Let’s talk about the situation just now. Black Joan was driving the dragon, which was obviously not the occasion for talking. Now it’s better, she was finally forced to be alone (
At least that's what it seems).
"It's really annoying, okay, okay! You ask, you ask! After you finish asking - I'll kill you."
Black Joan snorted coldly and curled her lips with a disdainful expression.
"Well, then I'll ask - do you still remember what your parents look like?"
"Why?"
This question is really too simple.
It was so simple that even Matthew was stunned and couldn't help but make a confused sound.
Just asked this? Is there any problem with this?
Black Joan raised her eyebrows disdainfully, yelled, and responded confidently: "What stupid things are you talking about? That kind of thing... ...that kind of thing is fine no matter what!"
There was a confusing pause in the middle, and after that pause, Black Jeanne quickly changed her tune.
Seeing her reaction, Jeanne understood that she was deceiving herself.
Sure enough, this child is very similar to me, but different.
She is not herself.
Now, it's confirmed.
Joan of Arc smiled slightly, her calm and peaceful look very much like the images of the Virgin often seen in religions.
"Then, I've confirmed that you are not me."
"Ha, you woman, have you lost your mind?!"
"You can't remember. That's something you should know. Although I am called a saint, for me, what makes me most comfortable is the life in the countryside and the atmosphere created by my parents.
The atmosphere of the family. An adult once told me that as a saint, what if I have the side of a village girl? These two identities are both me. If you really are [Angry Joan of Arc]
If so, you should remember it. No, it should be said that it is because you have not forgotten this beauty that you are so angry about the execution."
"You, you guy..."
Black Jeanne glared at her as if she was guilty.
"So... I will put an end to you with compassion. I probably understand how you were born. So, I will not hate you."
Joan of Arc had already guessed it.
I'm afraid that the angry girl in front of me, who looks exactly like me, is an extremely pitiful phantom.
She was born based on someone's obsession.
It is different from Altria alter.
Altria Altria is the other side of the real King Arthur. He is a strict and cold king. A person often has many sides. Servants are born by intercepting a certain side of the heroic spirit. There will be different sides of the same person.
The purpose is quite common.
The Jeanne d'Arc alter in front of me, a girl who everyone calls Black Jeanne d'Arc because of her color, is fundamentally different from the above examples.
Black Joan of Arc is not a side profile of Joan of Arc.
It is a man-made Servant who was born after making a wish to the Holy Grail based on Gildre's understanding.
To make an analogy, King Arthur is a very thick book, and everyone excerpts different passages to form different books. This is Altria alter. And if this Jeanne d'Arc is a book, then the Black Jeanne in front of us
Virtue is a new fan fiction written by someone after reading the book Jeanne d'Arc, dissatisfied with the ending, and rewriting it.
The difference is whether it is the [original classic].
The Black Joan in front of her was created by the Holy Grail for the reason that Gildre believed that "Joan of Arc was betrayed by France and she should be thirsty for revenge".
Therefore, what Gildre doesn't know about, Black Jeanne doesn't know either.
In order to maintain her image as a saint, Joan of Arc rarely talked about her rural life in the army.
Until this moment, Joan of Arc finally confirmed that she was not a fake, and that the angry girl with wide-eyed eyes in front of her was an artificial servant.
"You, you guy! I just said, now go to hell!"
"That's right! Another Joan of Arc! It's not okay to slander other people's existence! Oh oh oh oh! My ideal Joan of Arc! Don't be afraid, because the best blasphemous prelude has now been played!
!Hahahahaha!”
Following Gildre's wild laughter, the entire Palace of Versailles seemed to be shaken by an earthquake, shaking exaggeratedly.
The tentacles wrapped around the castle crushed the castle with astonishing force and quickly wrapped around the Holy Grail in the center of the castle.
Unseen by everyone, Gildre, who had been swallowed whole by the sea demon, showed a satisfied smile and went deep into something similar to a digestive organ.
Until now, the summons has been completed.
Using King Louis XVI as an introduction, he connected the spiritual veins of France, tainted the magic power, and based on the grimoire, he summoned the huge demon in the abyss! Finally! Success!