"Don't hinder my saint!"
Caster Bluebeard, who didn't care at all that his hair and clothes were burning with flames, howled hysterically.
Sticky tentacles like some kind of deep-sea animal sprang out from the ground one after another, constantly attacking Gil de Rey.
Gil de Rey dodged back and forth with a solemn expression.
Although the crazy existence in front of him has reached the critical level of "human" and "monster", he can still recognize who the other person is.
Perhaps others would not associate him with him, but Gil de Rey himself knew it.
What is going on...
First there was the resurrected Jeanne d'Arc and the witch who came back from hell to seek revenge, and now there's another version of herself that's fallen into madness.
Gilles de Rey could not understand what was happening before him.
After all, the whole world is changing too fast.
Overnight, the "dragon" that had only existed in mythology swept across France.
Almost instantly, the previous order was broken.
Gil just knew who the enemy was and who he should fight.
He can only do this.
Gil de Rey couldn't understand anything about the saint, the dragon witch, the appearance of the wyvern and the giant dragon.
After meeting Artoria Alter, who had a face similar to Jeanne's, but a temperament more similar to that of the Dragon Witch, Gil just understood that she was not an enemy.
As for Chaldea, he only knew that it was a country that existed in history and was located near the Mesopotamia.
Now there's another version of myself that's fallen into madness.
But he had a certain premonition.
The blue beard with bulging eyes, stooped body, wearing a dirty dark blue robe and a circle of tentacles under his neck is probably what he will look like in the future.
It was just that I could no longer endure the whispers that often appeared deep in my heart, and I lost to the evil and fell into darkness.
Gil de Rey, who struggled to resist the tentacles that Caster kept summoning, shouted unwillingly:
"How could...how could I lose to you!"
There was still some anger and hatred in his tone.
Perhaps before, he would have just compromised on the future, but after reuniting with Joan of Arc, Gil de Rey was relieved.
The only thing he didn't want to know was that he would succumb to that madness in the future.
I just don’t want to lose to myself who fails in the future.
If he fell into darkness like this, how could he be worthy of the saint who had always trusted him.
Gil de Rey made up his mind while looking at the light shining on his long sword and feeling the power surging from his body.
If this light and power have deep meaning, then you must let yourself defeat the future with your own hands.
"Roar under the Holy Flag! (Saint War Order)"
Gilles de Rey challenges himself and a future of failure.
"Hmph, that guy Gill started an internal strife with himself. It's really embarrassing."
The Dragon Witch who distanced herself from Joan looked sideways at the two men fighting in the side and said nonchalantly.
".....so."
Black Joan turned to look at the saint opposite her.
"'I' shouldn't have any conflicts with me, right? How about the proposal you just made? Now, let's do a heart-breaking betrayal to those people who have betrayed you."
After saying that, Black Joan started talking to herself as if she suddenly realized something.
"Yeah, that's right! I said it's impossible for 'I' to forget my hatred. 'I' chose to help them resist me in order to betray those guys in the end, right?"
Along with Black Joan's steps, her long gray hair fluttered in the air.
The Dragon Witch quickly ran towards Jeanne who was opposite her, put her hands on the Saint's shoulders and shook her.
"Right? Is that so? The time has come now, right? The time has come to take revenge on them. It's impossible for 'I' to forget my hatred, right?"
Joan seemed to see Gilles de Rey, who was begging her to be sure that she had survived the execution of the British.
Although her heart had previously been filled with anger towards the British army who acted recklessly in her hometown, and anger towards the Dragon Witch who had caused everything now.
But Joan never hated or resented anything.
Even the anger towards the Dragon Witch dissipated when he saw Black Joan begging like a child.
You are so kind, me.
Joan of Arc also had to lament her kindness as a woman.
However, if she is a saint, it doesn't matter to this extent.
There was a little pity in her eyes when she looked at Black Joan.
"What, that look!"
The Dragon Witch noticed the pity in Jeanne's eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that!"
Black Jeanne grabbed Jeanne's collar and questioned.
"I------"
Jeanne, who had always remained calm and silent, opened her mouth.
"No matter how good it is to everyone or this land, there has been no hatred from the beginning."
Black Jeanne stared blankly at the girl in front of her who had the same face as her.
"So I'm sorry, but I can't agree to your invitation. I can't let down everyone who trusts me, and I want to stop you from the bottom of my heart."
Black Jeanne's hands seemed to have lost all their strength, and they weakly dropped from Jeanne's collar.
Then she staggered back a few steps.
"Impossible...impossible! How could I not have hatred? This hatred is still burning in my heart!"
Black Joan suddenly opened her hand and waved towards the burning battlefield around her.
The doubts that had been buried deep in her heart since arriving at this singular point exploded.
Caster always told her that she should seek revenge, and the hatred deep in her heart was burning all the time.
The forgetfulness correction in the spiritual base caused the flames to feel as real as burning on her body every minute and every second, making it impossible for her to forget her hatred.
The pain drives Black Jeanne to seek revenge.
But she still didn't know why she wanted revenge, and she didn't know where her pain came from.
Even though he learned about his experience from Caster's mouth, he still couldn't understand it.
If there is no need for revenge, what is the purpose of her existence here?
"No way, no way!"
Black Joan covered her face in pain.
"Jill————! Jill——————!"
Helpless, she began to call Caster, who always reminded her.
However, Bluebeard, who was busy fighting against his past self at this time, had no time to respond to his "Saint" as usual.
"Fake...it's all fake! That's right! That's right! You are not me at all! You are not Joan of Arc at all, you fake!"
The Dragon Witch, who was questioning herself, finally came up with an argument that was beneficial to herself.
"You're just a fake, you dare to impersonate me, I will make you taste the most painful punishment."
The sharp tip of the evil dragon flag was pointed at Jeanne d'Arc, and behind the flag was the cold face of the Dragon Witch.
Joan of Arc didn't say anything more and also raised her holy flag.
Although for some unknown reason, she came to the singularity this time with a lack of spiritual power, and was unable to exert her full strength like a regular servant.
But the battle in front of her must be completed by Joan of Arc herself.
But there was one thing she didn't want to mention to the other party - I was afraid that the "Dragon Witch" was the fake.
If the name "Joan of Arc" can help an intellectual who can think independently find a home, Joan of Arc is willing to have another one of herself.
