Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

When the last word 'master' was clearly uttered from his mouth.

The Virgin Mary, who only felt a sense of security when surrounded and protected by the dragons, had her tranquil aura shattered as she cast an incredulous glance.

"Saint Joseph—!"

What did she just hear?

The familiar manner of description, and the final words—there was no way he could have misheard. Saint Joseph stared directly at the man and called out his true name, a name that was unmistakably—!!!

In an instant, even when faced with a group of anti-dragon special attack Servants, even when seeing the unique and enormous presence of the Night, she did not waver—the Virgin Mary, who still believed she had the strength to fight, swayed precariously for the first time due to immense horror.

At the same time—she finally felt that the greatest unknown and worry that had been lingering in her heart since just now came from all directions, namely the familiar aura of the same source of power on Ye!

Chapter Thirty-Two: Being mocked by Malik isn't scary, but feeling like you've lost to... is.

As a saint, how could Saint Joseph so easily utter such arrogant and rebellious words?

There is only one Lord and one God in this world; everything else is a falsehood.

As a loving mother, as the mother of the Son—the chosen Mother of all things—Mary could not accept anyone usurping God's supreme throne.

Even though he knew it was blasphemous, Saint Joseph still shouted it out.

What did he know? What did he see?

Is there something else involved that even she doesn't know?

A host of enormous mysteries surged into his mind, and the enormous statue of the Virgin Mary, radiant with light, surrounded by white doves, and exuding a golden glow as brilliant as the sun, suddenly froze in place.

At that moment, the loud cry of the child in her arms rang out; the queen's child was clearly frightened by the scene.

Instinctively, the Virgin Mary showed a loving expression and comforted her, "Don't cry, child—it will all be over soon... as long as these heretics are eliminated..."

Although she said this, the Virgin Mary was no longer able to release the divine light that could calm people because of the terrifying words of St. Joseph.

Even she herself is now forcing herself to remain calm, only able to maintain an outward composure, still holding the child with her eyes lowered, but she cannot deceive her own heart, let alone comfort other living beings.

For the first time—the radiance of the Virgin Mary had no effect on such an ordinary mortal child. No—even if her power had diminished, it shouldn't have been so great that she couldn't even soothe a child.

The piercing cries of the baby seemed to constantly remind the Virgin Mary that malice permeated the environment.

Just like a sea of ​​fire filled with smoke all around, the thick black smoke rose straight into the sky, turning into a gloomy mix of fiery red and gray.

That's the smell of 'war'!

'It's alright—it's alright. Dragons are the strongest creatures in the world, and they will be my most loyal bulwark and shield,' Maria told herself. Then she calmed down and finally regained her extraordinary compassion for humanity.

She loves humanity and has a maternal instinct towards all things...

Although she possesses the petty-mindedness common to goddesses, the Holy Mother's love for all things is genuine, and at this moment she even shows compassion for her enemies...

Even after establishing hostility, she would show no mercy. However, precisely because of her all-encompassing love, she felt it was even more important to grant these people an instant death, allowing them to depart without any pain! This was her final act of compassion!

however--

When the Virgin Mary looked across, she suddenly noticed a child with a very special and sharp gaze among the enemy's army of heroes.

Amidst the many sacred auras, only the pitch-black one stood out—like an incongruous dragon witch.

At this moment, Jeanne Alter's gaze met that of the legendary Mother of Goddess. There was no fear, no cowardice, or rather—this was another side of Jeanne Alter's nature that she only revealed when facing those who were truly good to her and when facing her own people.

She was a vengeful witch created from the ideals of the fallen French Marshal Gilles de Lacey, born to deny the sacred, to deny God, to deny faith, to sneer and mock those things, a witch burning with the raging flames of vengeance.

Although the hatred is false and borrowed—she realized she wasn't the real Jeanne d'Arc during the singularity—her origin was essentially a Dark Jeanne d'Arc born to fight against these guys, and standing here now was almost an instinctive reaction.

I was so excited I was practically trembling!

For the first time, instead of being arrogant, she took the initiative to show her willingness to participate in this battle.

Even if she wasn't the Dragon Slayer Witch, but the Dragon Witch.

But—it doesn't matter!

"Hey, hey—what kind of look is that woman over there, radiating a disgusting glow like a country bumpkin, giving us—it's making me want to vomit!" Jeanne Alter showed obvious disgust and deep loathing, her eyes cold and savage as she looked at the glowing figure on the horizon.

Disgusting brilliance?

The other Saint-type Servants around them, who were also affected by Jeanne Alter's AoE attack and friendly fire, frowned and remained silent, simply ignoring this childish woman.

Oh well, after all, she is a child beloved and pampered by God. Her real age, calculated from her birth, is probably not even a year and a half old. She is the sister acknowledged by Joan of Arc.

They wouldn't bother arguing with a baby.

"Hahahaha—this is so absurd it's laughable! Pity? She actually feels pity for us, her enemies?" Too naive, simple-minded, and oblivious to the atmosphere, Black Jeanne, with her innocent and naive charm, was completely unaware that no one was paying attention to her. At this moment, she covered her forehead with one hand and couldn't help but raise it to the right, letting out a loud laugh.

That mesmerizing voice, one of the few classic laughs that even women can join the Heroic Spirit Haha Squad, is the ultimate form of mockery.

It's like you played a dark game and still lost to Malik, who looks like he's only three and a half years old.

You still managed to lose to a three-and-a-half-year-old mentally challenged child who only knew how to use kimoji throughout the entire story, tormented people countless times in the plot, and almost never won a card game—and even got mocked and ridiculed by the other party sitting on the ground in front of you. If you're bad, practice more!

The mockery it delivered in that instant was absolutely devastating!

"Hey, does she really understand who the real prey is?" At this moment, Jeanne Alter was still trembling with excitement and making a sarcastic sound with a hint of pity.

That's rare!!!

During the singularity, she burned down churches all over France, burned down cardinals with her own hands, and God never descended—afterwards, she was completely baffled as to how she had gone from a blasphemer to a child of God without even realizing it.

Even now, she still doesn't understand her own state or stance. However, when facing the Moon World, she showed mercy x showed force √. Faced with this excessively strong god, and being in a state of confusion, she wholeheartedly chose to remain docile as Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

Unbelievable!! Unbelievable that after being officially named by God and being able to readily rebel against Him, I am now able to go to another world with God to fight against the sacred beings of other biblical mythological systems.

She's really growing to love the night more and more!

This god is even more rebellious and interesting than her!

Sure enough, after learning that Saint George had gone out and killed Saint Joseph with His Majesty, and was now preparing for another wave of trouble, this Dragon Witch couldn't hold back any longer.

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Latin chant, a requiem more wicked and mocking than that of a witch dressed as a saint.

After being silent for so long, she couldn't help but volunteer, shamelessly sticking to her. In the end, she almost cried to Ye, using the most arrogant expression and tone and the most pitiful eyes. Rather than saying she was reluctantly trying to help, it was more like she was seen as a saintly hero by those saintly heroes who were all like fathers and mothers.

By practically begging God, Jeanne Alter finally got her wish and joined the crusade.

After they descended—though they hadn't been told who they were going to fight before nightfall, they were only told that heroic spirits capable of dealing with dragons would be able to come out and fight.

However, upon seeing the Virgin Mary's classic attire and pose, everyone clearly recognized her identity.

But Jeanne Alter was not afraid because of her exalted and terrifying status—on the contrary, she became even more excited and trembled!

If God hadn't been on their side, Jeanne Alter might have panicked and chosen to run away.

but--

Looking at the Virgin Mary, who was surrounded by countless dragons and hiding in the deepest part of the room, she remained silent and did not take the initiative to make a move.

Jeanne Alter: ? That's it? Pfft!

Forgive her, she couldn't hold it in and was the first to burst out laughing!

The opposing team wouldn't expect these useless dragons to protect them, would they?

The thought that everyone on their side was a saint (villain) with dragon-slaying attributes, and that even the Demon King (god) was on their side, made them feel envious.

What can we possibly lose with?!

Although the aura of each of these dragons before her was even more terrifying than that of the Fafnir she had summoned before.

But along with the other Servants, after being strengthened by the night, Jeanne Alter, now brimming with confidence and exuding an air of "I'm in charge again," wasn't afraid of the Holy Mother at all. In fact, she even gave her a defiant look when the Holy Mother cast her gaze...

She's exactly like a bully who's challenged to a fight, all that's missing is giving the other person the middle finger.

At this moment, her shoulders were shaking—she couldn't stop laughing once she started, almost to the point of bursting into laughter, displaying a classic, mocking expression of disdain for the Four Monks.

Because of her, in the eyes of the already sensitive Virgin Mary, it suddenly seemed as if the heroic spirits on the other side were all silently cooperating with Jeanne Alter, all patiently mocking and ridiculing her.

The woman's pettiness—the anger of being underestimated—burned fiercely in the heart of the Virgin Mary.

What kind of attitude is that?

Did she do something utterly ridiculous?

Could it be that these heroic spirits simply cannot see these incredibly powerful and awe-inspiring dragons before them?

(Heroic Spirit: Yes, yes, yes—!)

The next moment, Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was laughing, stopped abruptly, as if she had heard some telepathic message, and then her madness intensified.

Jeanne Alter: "This is—?! Ah, interesting!"

Sure enough—this god is just her type!

I had heard before that this god descended to earth as a human and did a lot of tricks during his time as a human.

During the Greek period, many classic battle quotes were imitated even by the gods, though most attempts ended up being poor imitations.

The next moment, Black Jeanne raised the evil dragon banner, instructing her to praise God like that white village girl...

Even though she didn't hate the current god, and even liked him a little—well, just a little, that's right—just a little—!!!—she just couldn't bring herself to utter those devout prayers. Such a statement, so contrary to her personality, would absolutely disgust her!

However, if it's such a demonic yet sacred prayer (or eulogy), haha, hahahahaha—!

The next moment, while the other Saint-type Heroic Spirits looked like they'd seen a ghost, Jeanne Alter suddenly calmed down and began to pray very seriously, just like a believer.

On such a battlefield, he suddenly found himself, as if possessed by Joan of Arc, performing a sacred prayer.

“(Latin) exaudi orationen meam. O Lord in heaven, hear my prayer. ad te omnis caro veniet All flesh and blood belong to you and I bow down to you.”

“Converter anima mea in requiem tuam, let my soul rest here, Quia Dominus benefect tibi, for the Lord has been waiting there generously for a long time.”

That was a requiem for the dead.

The witch with silver-white hair was piously praising the gods like a saint, her voice sacred and beautiful.

Even the most prestigious church choirs could not produce such a beautiful and solemn melody.

If one were to witness this scene and hear such a voice in a different setting, everyone would likely believe from the bottom of their heart that this is a woman who could be like Joan of Arc, or even Joan of Arc herself brought to life.

but--?

but……!

Swish! Not only the crazed Saint Joseph, but also the Virgin Mary staring in this direction, and even the other Saint-type Heroic Spirits of the same faction keenly noticed one of the most unusual things and felt a chill in their hearts.

The voice, sacred and beautiful yet tinged with disdain, was not merely a voice; the moment the devout silver-haired saint opened her eyes, it was as if those eyes, the windows to the soul, transformed her tranquil, pious, sacred, and gentle aura. With just one glance, her exquisite face gave off a completely opposite feeling.

It was pure hostility, revealing a scorn for the sacred and a destructive desire, as if the most primal madness had been released. The eyes, shining with excitement, were like swaying, beautiful enchantresses, blooming with alluring, demonic colors like flowers.