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

"Even if I eventually become a demon who walks into hell, I must fight for light and faith now."

Everything is for that untouchable white moonlight in my heart.

Gilles de Rae, with difficulty, gripped the hilt of his sword and propped up his broken body.

His comrades and soldiers around him fell in disarray under the earth-shattering blows of the sea demon.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

Joan of Arc, if it were you, you wouldn't give up even in such a desperate situation!

The enormous monster was a force that humanity could not possibly overcome.

锔——!

The effeminate man drew his longsword; his silver-white armor was now filthy, covered in purple, corrosive mud.

Marshal Gilles strode forward with unwavering steps, gripping his longsword tightly with both hands. He let out a fierce roar and instantly severed the attacking sea monster tentacles in two.

This is just the prelude.

We will not admit defeat, nor should we back down.

The tentacles, only a fraction of the size of the terrifying sea monster, seemed to teem with bright purple fleshy balls as they were torn apart. Upon closer inspection, it appeared as if countless maggots were wriggling on them.

One by one, in clumps, like millions of earthworms huddled together, countless leeches wriggling their bodies.

The grains were distinct and still alive, crawling about, sending chills down your spine.

It has an extremely significant effect on combating trypophobia.

Countless tendrils, covered in sharp thorns, wriggled and attacked the bewildered Marshal Gilles.

There was only one sword, and his physical abilities were only at the peak of human strength. He was at his limit, and even Marshal Gilles, who had the potential of a Heroic Spirit, was helpless against him.

To be honest, he had already tried to cut it countless times. The heavy, aching pain in his arms made him feel hopeless, but he couldn't even get past the huge, mountain-like body of the sea monster, let alone the tentacles reaching out in front of him.

How can we break free from this despair?

"Damn it, damn it?! I just received news of the Holy Maiden's return, and I'm going to fall here already?"

"Joan of Arc, I'm sorry. In the end, I couldn't become like you..."

The marshal closed his eyes in anguish.

Really sorry.

I'll come and join you...

Those terrifying, spiked tentacles would probably tear his body apart in an instant.

It looks like scattered tomato sauce.

...Whoosh!

That was a sudden burst of intense heat!

"Hmph! What a disappointing sight! Where has all your enthusiasm gone, Jill... honestly, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

An arrogant voice!

That's the sound!

That's the sound!!

It's that voice, like that of Maaya Sakamoto, the savior!

The marshal suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes so wide that the whites of his eyes bulged out in a terrifying display.

This is undoubtedly a blessing from heaven!

"Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc—?!"

"Is it you, my saint, Joan of Arc?!"

Despite the sudden enthusiasm, Jeanne Alter was still unable to adapt.

However, this encouragement seemed to give Marshal Gilles hope for survival and the courage to continue living.

The power has returned!

Stab it--!

The sword transformed into a torrential downpour of silver light in an instant, annihilating all the tentacles before it.

With the Holy Maiden around, no matter how difficult the situation, it can be reversed!

"Isn't this doing quite well, Marshal Gilles on the Glorious side?"

Jeanne Alter smiled slightly and said with interest.

The Dragon Witch?! No, she gives off a different vibe.

There was no trace of violence or hatred.

"Who exactly are you?!"

The black-clad girl stood proudly atop Fafnir's dragon head, a blazing flame swirling around her hand.

"If you want to think of me as Joan of Arc on the evil side, that's perfectly acceptable. Now let's retreat, Gilles. The true saint is already in that disgusting army in Orleans."

Jeanne Alter snorted coldly and casually waved her hand, burning the disgusting tentacles to ashes in the blazing flames.

"What on earth is going on... Saintess, have you been resurrected in different forms?! Have you heard the lamentations of France, and risen again like Christ?!"

The Marshal was overjoyed.

"This world truly does have gods! Oh my god! Thank God, thank the saint, have they finally heard our prayers?!"

Marshal Gilles's rolled-up eyes suddenly filled with tears, which streamed down his face, as if he wanted to stick them to him immediately.

"Holy Maiden, even the Black Holy Maiden, please allow me to fight by your side. This time, I absolutely will not... I absolutely will not..."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! Get the hell out of here! With your skills, I'm afraid I'll burn you to death if I unleash my ultimate attack. One troublesome guy is enough!"

"Black Jeanne said irritably."

? ? ! !

Are you referring to me as the troublesome one?!

Fujimaru Ritsuka was slightly startled.

That's so mean, Black Jeanne actually called me a nuisance.

They'll have to punish me properly when I get back. [Hehe]

......

"But you, Holy Maiden..."

"Get out of here! You're getting in the way. It'd be better if you disappeared! That's an order!"

Jeanne Alter urged anxiously, glancing cautiously at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

I misspoke just now.

......

Glancing at the scattered and nearly wiped-out soldiers behind him, Gilles de Rais gritted his teeth. As a qualified commander, he had to fulfill his duty.

The marshal lowered his gaze and regained his normal mental state.

Retreat...?

"I'm sorry, Joan of Arc. Thank you for your sacrifices for France... This time, we have to leave you behind once again..."

"I've already told you I'm not that Joan of Arc! Honestly! Let's retreat now, or you'll see the Joan of Arc you want to see."

.......

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Marshal Gilles nodded heavily, almost forcing himself to do so, and raised his knight's sword, shouting loudly.

"Order: All troops to retreat!"

Can it still be said to be the entire army?

I don't know. Before encountering the Sea Demon, they were barely able to maintain their organization, but now they probably can't...

This will undoubtedly drag down the saintess and her companions.

He can die, but he can't take these soldiers with him.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I'm sorry... I should be the one apologizing."

Seeing Marshal Gilles' army begin to retreat one after another, Jeanne Alter was relieved and whispered.

Regardless of the circumstances, she was already a deeply sinful girl.

Jeanne Alter met Fujimaru Ritsuka's beautiful blue eyes.

"Master, let me unleash my Noble Phantasm. Although it lacks the range and power of an anti-city Noble Phantasm, I can still buy some time with its effects."

"A Noble Phantasm...?!"

Without a Noble Phantasm effective against cities and countries, it would be difficult to defeat the demons summoned by Marshal C.

However, Jeanne Alter's Noble Phantasm, which is her second Noble Phantasm, has a continuous burning effect.

Even if they can't eliminate it, they can at least buy some time.

"I understand, Alter. Leave the enhancement magic and Noble Phantasm strengthening to me."

"Mash, I'll leave the vanguard to you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the two girls seriously and made a simple plan.

"I know! Master, Mash Kyrielight. Prepare to attack!"

Spiral black and red light began to gather in Jeanne Alter's hand.

The unique skill [Dragon Witch] is activated.

Mash's shield materialized, transforming into a spiral that slashed at the ever-growing tentacles.