I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

......

At that moment, the soldiers realized

This is the real Joan of Arc.

A national hero revered by the French military and people for resisting aggression.

So that's how it is. The witch Joan of Arc atop the dragon was the imposter?

"She is a saint, Joan of Arc is a saint who saved the country!"

"I will never forget that flag; it is the symbol of the Saint... The true Saint has descended from heaven to save us once again!"

In an instant, the soldiers' morale soared.

What is this? It's a rising star emerging from Orleans. It's a miracle created by a young girl leading everyone.

"Thank you so much, Miss Joan of Arc."

Fujimaru Ritsuka expressed her gratitude. The blonde girl, clad in armor and holding a holy flag, descended like an angel.

"No, no, my strength is nothing... It's all thanks to this city wall that we were able to hold them off together."

Jeanne shook her head.

Her appearance naturally aroused Jeanne Alter's jealousy and dissatisfaction.

"...This feeling, like being doused with cold water...is awful, I'm going crazy."

"What are those? Filthy bedbugs? Earthworms? Ants? Well... they're definitely not good things."

"A country that can be saved by a little girl like this is probably a rat kingdom... or even worse than that."

...Alter Jeanne's taunts, though, could not provoke Jeanne's anger.

But she still gripped the flag tightly in her hand.

The girl from Orleans shook her head, saying sadly, "Countless towns and fields have been reduced to ashes along the way. Perhaps... it was you who did it?"

"Yes, I did it."

Chiguro did not deny it, but contemptuously admitted it.

"Why, why would you do such a thing?"

......

why?

Ah.

Black Jeanne sneered.

"What a foolish question, it's like asking why the sun shines. As a fellow Joan of Arc... you should understand, this is revenge."

"Just because of this little thing..."

"This little thing?! You actually say this little thing! Don't make me laugh! This country is beyond saving, and everything I do is to destroy France and avenge those who betrayed and slandered me!"

Chihei Zhen roared hysterically.

"That's right, it's those useless cowards standing behind you, talking about protecting France but doing absolutely nothing!"

"Even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough."

......

The soldiers fighting the zombies were stunned.

It felt as if the deepest, most painful scar in my heart had been ripped open.

. . . . .

Nothing can be done.

That's right, there's nothing they can do.

France was invaded, and they were unable to resist the aggression.

The saintess was executed, and they had no power to resist.

The country was destroyed, and they were powerless to fight back.

"Hahaha... You can't say that, little black-clad saintess!"

A hearty laugh instantly dispelled the oppressive gloom.

"Faced with despair and suffering, everyone is afraid and wants to escape, right? That's understandable... There are countless things in this world that we haven't been able to do. But just because of that, to take action against ordinary people, to take action against the people we once loved so deeply—that's not how the legends about Joan of Arc were as I knew them in my time."

Napoleon shouldered the cannon and retorted.

"...What an eyesore! That guy with the cannon, that disgusting smile...it makes me want to burn him to ashes. Uncle, you're disgusting!"

Napoleon: ?! Disgusting...?!

"There's no point in continuing to argue with you. With your weak and outnumbered forces, you'll be wiped out in an instant by my army."

"Crush them, my berserk Servants!"

Only followers can deal with this.

Ordinary people are no match for them.

"Berserk Lancer! Berserk Assassin! Berserk Saber! Berserk Rider!"

At Jeanne Alter's call, her Servants instantly appeared.

They exuded a violent and malevolent aura, a sense of destruction that seemed capable of tearing everything apart.

Grand Duke of Vampires

Countess Camilla

hermaphrodite spy Dion

Martha, the Holy Maiden Who Subdues Dragons.

This configuration is no different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka encountered back then.

"Five Servants?!"

The director gripped his right hand tightly, staring at the screen in surprise.

"But on our side, even including Lady Joan of Arc, we only have three riders... The strength is not equal, can we fight?"

Olga Marie was still somewhat uneasy, fearing that her subordinates might be in mortal danger.

"Director, you detected three spirit origin reactions just now, right?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Jeanne d'Arc with some surprise.

I found that the latter seemed to be more confident than when I encountered him in my first playthrough.

They must have encountered two other Servants.

Olga Marie nodded and said, "That's right, the spirit origin reaction we just detected was Jeanne d'Arc?!"

"I see."

Ophelia suddenly understood. She looked at Jeanne and asked, "So, besides Lady Jeanne, there are two other Servants here?"

"Ah."

"They were companions I met on the road. After all, they didn't want to see the France they loved become like this either."

"Moreover, as the adjudicator, although most of my power has been weakened, I can still detect within a certain range."

"So when we saw the movements of the dragon and the zombies, we rushed over."

As soon as Joan of Arc finished speaking, a crystal cake descended from the sky, accompanied by a lovely voice.

"That's right~ We're here to help!"

"It's really too much to have turned my country into this."

Napoleon: "This voice is..."

Dion: "No way?!"

The pink lily is fragrant, and its luxurious and delicate appearance is like a sweet cake.

The lively and cheerful voice instantly stopped the two groups of people who were on the verge of attacking each other.

"Oh, the future emperor is here too! Although we are not from France, we both share a love for the country."

A lively, elfin-like figure appeared in everyone's view.

......

......

......

Napoleon gritted his teeth. This rare tough guy, upon seeing the delicate woman in red, couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow and loneliness on his face.

"This...this really is...how should I put it, it's just fate playing tricks on us. Um...I really shouldn't have said such a thing."

Mashu: "Is he...someone I know, Mr. Napoleon?!"

"What...Archer? Do you know that Servant?" Ophelia asked, noticing Napoleon's expression as well.

Meanwhile, the opponent's berserk Saber [D'Eon] also fell into turmoil and unease.

She even blushed slightly.

However, this reaction only flashed by for a moment.

Even when my mind is immersed in killing, I can still recognize her beautiful figure.

"She is the girl who was known as the flower of Versailles."

Napoleon: "She was the last queen of the White Lily dynasty..."

Napoleon and Dürer: "--Marie Antoinette!"

Fine.

This development was quite unexpected, but also quite reasonable.