"Do you still remember why you wanted to protect France in the first place?"
The sacred flag of Iris was broken into pieces, and the fragments were scattered with white light.
"What did you say?"
Under Joan's questioning, the Dragon Witch's expression froze on her face.
Behind the fragments of the holy flag that were falling like autumn leaves and exuding white fluorescence, there was a faint figure of Jeanne who had drawn the sword at her waist.
“Bang——————”
There was a heavy sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by a shock wave that spread through the earth.
Like transverse waves causing earthquakes.
The huge white dragon entrenched in the air was hit by the purple light blade and fell to the ground like a meteorite falling into the atmosphere.
Feeling the trembling of the ground, even Fafnir, who was devouring the French army wantonly, had to look at the falling white dragon in the distance with a surprised expression.
Although Fafnir looked down on the so-called "White Dragon of Britain", he still did not expect that Vortigern would be defeated.
Black Joan had no time to take care of Joan's question at this time. She turned her head and looked in disbelief at the sky that was previously blocked by the white dragon's huge body.
"Impossible,...Saber...lost?"
Vortigern, who obviously couldn't defeat even Siegfried, actually lost?
The sun at noon hung in the center of the southern sky, but its presence was almost invisible amidst the flames of revenge burning everywhere.
In this short half day, too many things happened that Black Joan could not accept.
Fortunately, she still has Fafnir.
Even if the White Dragon of Britain loses, the evil dragon Fafnir is still invincible after Siegfried is defeated.
Unlike the Dragon Witch who cannot accept reality, Jeanne is relieved after seeing the fallen white dragon.
Great, it seems that Ms. Matthew and Director Animusfia succeeded.
Jeanne bit her lower lip and tightened her grip on the sword hilt in her hand.
The soldiers who were unilaterally devoured by Fafnir but still persisted, and Gil de Rey, who was hung upside down by Caster, the Dragon Witch, and his future self, but still laughed loudly.
As well as Fujimaru Ritsuka, Giorgios and others who successfully defeated Hakuryuu and Assassin.
So,
It's her turn to live up to everyone's expectations.
Joan of Arc will no longer allow the Dragon Witch and the Evil Dragon to continue to act recklessly in this land.
In this land that she still loved deeply even though it betrayed her.
"Sure enough...you don't remember."
Jeanne's words drew Black Jeanne's attention back.
"Huh? So what does it matter? Those insignificant things have been forgotten long ago. Who would remember such things?"
After realizing that not only Rider but also Saber's contract had completely disappeared, the Dragon Witch had to reluctantly accept Vortigern's defeat.
However, the evil dragon's Fafnir is still there, and she hasn't lost yet.
As long as this counterfeit is dealt with——————if she is dealt with——————
"No, this is not something insignificant."
As she spoke calmly, red flames suddenly ignited on the sword blade in Jeanne's hand.
In the deepest part of the red flame was a hint of paleness.
Just like a red lotus.
"If you understood, you would definitely not choose to do such a thing. You would definitely regret what you did."
With Jeanne at the center, the fire of revenge that was burning around her slowly extinguished as if it had lost its fuel.
After all, she had no revenge from the beginning.
"Not only is that not an insignificant thing, it's the most important thing."
Holding the sword that was burning like a red lotus, Jeanne approached Black Jeanne across from her step by step.
Black Joan of Arc kept retreating driven by instinct.
As if...as if...
Under this red lotus-like flame, his own vengeful anger was like a ridiculous fake.
"Impossible! Impossible! Don't come here, get away! Don't come near me with that sword!"
Is this the first time today that "impossible" has come out of her mouth?
Black Joan no longer had time to think about that. She only felt that her own existence was truly impossible.
Joan of Arc gradually approached her "other self" with a calm look on her face.
She could already feel that her spiritual energy was burning along with the blade.
But this is also a fact that Joan of Arc has known for a long time.
Under the burning of Joan of Arc's spiritual base, the flames of revenge that had spread on the battlefield disappeared at this moment, as if they never existed from the beginning.
"What are you doing? What have you done!"
Black Jeanne looked at the approaching girl with the same face as herself, waving the evil dragon flag in her hand randomly.
The flag with the dark evil dragon embroidered on it seemed to be crumbling on the flagpole.
"This Noble Phantasm is just like what you did, conceptualizing the last burning torture I encountered during my lifetime as a weapon."
"Then my share——————!"
Black Joan seemed to understand something, and her words stopped abruptly.
Or maybe she already knew it, but just didn't want to believe it.
"The lunatic... actually uses his spiritual energy as fuel. If you do that, you will disappear too!"
"It doesn't matter, if I can stop you. Anyway, I have already died on the British stake. If I can do something else with this body, there is no reason for me not to do it. "
Gilles de Rey, who was hanging up on the side, turned gloomy after hearing Joan of Arc's words.
Sure enough...she is already dead.
Being able to appear here now is a miracle. How could he ask for more, or even ask the saint to give up and sacrifice herself.
The flame burning on the sword in Joan's hand became brighter and brighter, finally reaching its limit.
It is similar but different from the flame of revenge, and there is no negative emotion felt from it at all.
If the flame that can purify everything recorded in the Bible really exists, then it must be in the hands of Joan of Arc.
"Lord, I give myself to you—the Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus! (La Pucelle)"
Jeanne finally swung her sword towards the Dragon Witch opposite her.
