"..." Camilla looked at the little girl with her back turned to her. She wanted to be angry, but in the end it turned into a sigh.
"Elizabeth..." Simonetta had returned to her dull-minded appearance and looked at Elizabeth blankly.
The girl with dragon horns and tail turned her back to her companions and said confidently: "Go quickly and leave this place to me. And you, little deer boy, must win."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened.
Closing his eyes, Ritsuka gritted his teeth: "Then, please, Elizabeth."
Then he turned around and quickly chased towards the castle.
Mashu, who was carrying Lawrence on his back, closely followed Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Senior, Miss Elizabeth..."
"Mashu!" Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly interrupted Mashu's words.
"......well?"
"I understand..."
"So, hurry up and catch up." The girl master's eyes were firm, even if this firmness was very reluctant.
Camilla lingered.
"Why don't you leave, old woman?" Elizabeth turned to look at her grown-up self.
Camilla said nothing, hugged Elizabeth, then turned and left to chase Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.
Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly.
Turn around and pick up the phone.
"Then...let me be a hero again."
The leaving figure was thinking silently in his heart.
Sure enough, no matter what time it is, it’s me.
Since it is me, when I make this decision, I will definitely think it is the right one.
Goodbye, Elizabeth Bathory.
...
Black Joan was shaken and panicked like never before.
She walked through the corridors, hoping to find the main hall and her summoning array as soon as possible.
Joan of Arc was chasing after her.
Behind Jeanne were Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.
The white-gold French flag suddenly waved forward, but was struck back by the strong tentacles.
"Jill..." Jeanne muttered.
"Joan of Arc, please stop here." Gill de Ray opened his tall arms to block Joan of Arc's progress.
The bloody scepter waved out and the black shield struck. Gil de Rey had to control the sea devil's tentacles again to block it, inevitably giving way to a path.
"Miss Jeanne, let's go!" Lawrence was held in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms and tossed around like a noodle. He was obviously in a deep coma but still frowned.
"Leave this place to us!" Mashu shouted as he used his shield to slap a sea demon back.
Jeanne nodded, understanding that now was not the time to tangle with Gil de Rey, passed the hordes of sea demons, and continued moving forward with Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Gil de Rey tried to intercept, but was attacked by Camilla and Mathieu.
"Don't try to hinder the Master!" Mashu said with great force as he glared at this strange-looking man.
"asshole--"
The three of them fought together.
Black Joan has already run into the main hall.
Summoning array, summoning array.
Arriving at this place that he saw as soon as he opened his eyes, Black Jeanne felt inexplicably relieved.
Holding it in both hands, a golden cup appeared in her hands.
The Holy Grail is the source of this singularity and the means by which Black Joan summons Servants in batches.
Taking a deep breath, the white-skinned and white-haired witch finally calmed down a little.
I have arrived at the summoning circle, so I have won!
The summoning array emits light, and the summons has begun.
Bang!
The door of the main hall was suddenly opened, and the blond saint looked at the witch who looked exactly like herself with compassionate and serious eyes.
"Why so fast... Damn it!" Black Joan gritted her teeth angrily, "Shouldn't Jill have stopped them...!"
Although angry, the summons cannot be stopped. This is the only possibility for Black Joan to make a comeback.
And the other side.
Jeanne sees Black Jeanne's plan.
"Please stop your behavior, black me." Joan of Arc sighed, "At this point, you have lost."
Black Joan turned her head and smiled.
"I lost?"
"If you say anything stupid again..."
Black smoke billowed inside the summoning array, and what emerged from it was not the follower at that time, but only a part of the follower's power——
Shadow follower.
"Servant? Who wants the kind of guy who needs to be in a mad state before he can force orders? I only need to summon these."
"These..." Black Jeanne narrowed her eyes slightly, "Shadow Servants with only part of the power of the Servant are enough."
The evil dragon flag was waved, and Black Joan pointed at her opponent, like another mirror of herself.
"superior!"
A dozen shadow followers immediately roared and charged forward.
But at this moment, Joan of Arc has completely recovered her own power.
Not only the parameters that belong to the heroic spirit, but also the authority that belongs to the judge.
In this land of France, the heroic spirit named Joan of Arc was finally recognized.
The flag of France is unfurled, corresponding to the evil dragon flag, bringing not death and despair, but the dawn that breaks through despair.
Joan's flag dance is like a gun dance, opening and closing. There are many more regular heroic spirits than shadow servants, not to mention the adjudicators who can suppress normal servants in regular battles.
The shadow followers seemed like paper in front of Joan of Arc. Basically, two or three shots could kill a shadow follower.
Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard as she watched from behind.
Why does Miss Joan of Arc now feel like she exudes a... strong aura of a stern sister?
Joan of Arc didn't say a word and waved the French flag, making it difficult for anyone who stood in her way.
Maintaining this state, Joan held up a French flag and fought from the door to Black Joan.
Black Joan, who had been so satisfied just now, had already begun to tremble.
There was both fear and anger.
For some reason, when Black Jeanne stands opposite Jeanne, she unconsciously feels weak and trembling.
The battle outside the city continued, and when they came inside the city, the two flags struck together again.
During the wrestling match, Jeanne was as steady as a rock, but Black Jeanne, whose strength was not inferior to hers, had already begun to fall into a disadvantage.
The messy words did not break Joan's heart, but completely destroyed Black Joan's own psychological defense.
Those sharp and sarcastic questions are not so much asking Joan of Arc, but rather describing her own way of survival.
So......
"You don't have any memories of childhood, right?" Joan of Arc asked this sentence in despair, but the strength in her hand became even stronger.
"..." Black Joan gritted her teeth.
"so what?"
"..." Jeanne pursed her lips.
"Then, I will not bring any resentment or anger, but will knock you down with compassion."
Joan of Arc made her declaration with serious eyes.
Black Joan's pupils shrank sharply.
"You bastard!!!"
