This is probably a development that no one thought of.
All this time, that gentle saintly lady actually knew how to hit someone! No, just hit someone, but she also directly hit the opponent's cheek with her fist! Wow! This is so rare!
This saint is simply amazing! It goes beyond everyone’s understanding of saints! Even St. George on the side was stunned. He stretched out his hand to press his cheek, looking like he didn’t know what to say.
In fact, even Jeanne herself is confused.
(Wow! Lord, I, I really took action... Although, even though Lady Martha said that she should be punched to wake her up, but this, this is...)
Black Joan even stayed on the spot, covering her cheeks, dumbfounded. Ever since she was created, Gildray had followed him in everything. Although Catherine teased her, she never hurt her. The summoned servants all made people feel sad.
She had a headache, but she never hit him... This was the first time since she was created that she had been slapped so hard in the face.
Compared with the physical pain, the stain on her dignity was even more difficult for her to accept!
"You, how dare you hit me?!"
Black Joan squeezed out these words from between her teeth.
Joan of Arc was originally in a state of chaos. When she heard what she said, she recalled what Martha had said to her in the stable before. She managed to calm down and said, "For a bad boy like you who insists on going your own way, you need a little bit of help."
lesson."
"Ha?! What qualifications do you have to lecture me!"
"me!"
Joan of Arc slapped her chest hard and made a fierce sound. Black Joan of Arc was frightened by her sudden blow. He thought she was going to attack again, so he quickly raised his hands like boxers.
, protect your cheeks.
"I can't rest assured about you!"
Jeanne talked about her feelings in confusion.
Once you open your mouth, there is no need for logic or rationality. You just need to follow the emotions overflowing from your chest and say whatever you think.
"You were created based on me, just like you are my sister! It pains me to see my sister become like this!"
"I feel so sorry for your sister! It can't be your sister! Burn you, you bastard idiot saint! I'll strangle you to death!"
When she suddenly said this, Black Jeanne didn't know how to deal with it. She subconsciously uttered evil words, but she first retorted with cold malice.
Joan of Arc was originally a somewhat stubborn girl. In fact, if you look through historical documents, you will find that many people said that her actions looked like a berserker...very religious and stubborn.
A simple and persistent mood.
Regarding Black Joan, Joan's mood is very complicated. On the one hand, she sympathizes with her and pity her, but on the other hand, she also knows that she cannot let her go.
Before knowing that she was the real Jeanne d'Arc, she once doubted her identity and who was the real Jeanne d'Arc, herself or Black Jeanne d'Arc.
Later, I settled on my idea and began to pity her uncontrollably.
"...(softly) Your Majesty taught me that when necessary, I should use my fists to let you understand my feelings."
"Where did you come from, sir! Hey! You saw it! There is a violent woman here! What kind of saint? Stop laughing so hard!"
Black Joan finally got up, swung the sword in her hand, and struck at Joan of Arc. However, Joan of Arc did not dodge and just let the sword blade hit her shoulder.
No cut-in.
Because even though Black Joan was protected by the giant sea demon, she was still consumed to a certain extent. Even if she was left here and left alone, she would die in two hours due to exhaustion of magic power.
Moreover, as a judge, Joan of Arc has quite strong defense power.
One side is at the end of its battle, while the other side is proficient in defense.
"You infuriating saint! Let's see who can win, you or me! Can my hatred win, or can your compassion win? Let's give it a try!"
As Black Joan roared unwillingly, another fire ignited from the blade of her sword, burning on Joan's shoulder. Under the flames, Joan's expression was calm and serene, just like the one who was burned at the stake.
At that time, that calm look.
"You, you guy..."
Black Joan continued to activate her magic power unwillingly, and the flames on the sword blade rose even more violently.
"Why are you! Don't you feel pain? Are you looking down on me? My flames can't hurt you! Are you mocking me? Damn it, Lady Saint!"
Black Jeanne gnashed her teeth and roared, but Jeanne just shook her head with a slightly sad brow.
"No, I don't hate France. I don't hate England either. How should I put it, because... that's what war is like, right?"
"You really make me so angry! Damn it!"
Black Joan activated her magic power more and more violently. However, she herself did not notice that starting from the steel boots on her feet, her figure began to gradually turn into golden particles.
She was barely able to hold on here with only half a breath left. She was baptized by so many Noble Phantasms at the same time. How could she withstand it if her defense was not excellent?
St. George's safety was all due to those pure white phantom horses, which could completely neutralize the damage received only once. But she, Black Joan, had nothing.
Born for revenge, all her abilities are limited to fighting. She is like a raging fire. She doesn't know how to protect herself and will only burn herself hotter. However, as long as there is enough water, she will be doused.
She thought that attack was the best defense. But in fact, it was not.
"As expected...I can't communicate with you just by using words. So...I have to be compassionate..."
Joan of Arc pulled out the sword that had been inserted into her waist and stabbed it through Black Joan's heart.
Half of the sword blade penetrated Black Joan's back with blood. Joan reached out and hugged her shoulders, hugging her in her arms. The sword inserted in Black Joan's heart, just like this, as the distance between the two shortened,
And keep going deeper.
"Ha... who are you... a saint... didn't you just... kill me in the end... you are obviously just a village girl..."
"Well, so what can't a village girl do? I am just an illiterate village girl, a dead-headed, good-hearted, simple village girl. I am a saint, an ordinary village girl, and
What's wrong with that?"
"Hmph... It really made me laugh to death."
Black Joan's expression couldn't tell what she was feeling.
She stretched out her hand, and her dark gauntlets were already stained with blood. She pressed her palm on Jeanne's cheek, leaving only a bright red handprint.
Joan of Arc, as she claimed, was compassionate and saved Black Joan.
A fictional saint of vengeance who was infected by Gildre's crazy obsession.
The golden particles dissipated from her arms, like golden butterflies rising in the wind, and the French Singularity officially ended.
"etc?"
Yagi Xuezai, who had been watching the battle until the end, wiped away the tears of emotion from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly realized a problem...
"Where is the Holy Grail?! Where is the Holy Grail?! It's not in Gildray's hands, nor is it in Black Jeanne's hands. Where is the Holy Grail?!"