Walking in the Question and Answer System of Heroic Spirits

[Shakespeare: "Do you understand this situation?"]

Joan of Arc: "Yes, I was prepared for this end."

[Shakespeare: "Don't you regret it?"]

Joan of Arc: "Of course, because I have become the foundation and am able to save my homeland."

[Shakespeare: "So! You said you don't regret it. Even if there is no more tragic girl than you, in this era or in later generations, is that the same?"]

Joan of Arc: "What one sees from the sidelines is not the same as what one actually experiences. I don't think my life has been bad at all."

[Fire engulfed her, and the saintess who had vanished because of the flames, and the man who gave the order, faced each other in the now deserted plaza.]

[Shakespeare: "Is your death a matter of fate?"]

Joan of Arc: "Yes, it is a fate I cannot escape, and one I do not intend to escape."

"Do you need to explain to those who have been affected by your arrogance?"

Shakespeare mocked through Pierre's face, his dark eyes fixed on Joan of Arc. Those were the same eyes of hatred and ridicule as those of past inquisitions.

Even so, Joan of Arc remained calm and composed in her reply.

Chapter 309: Gilles de Rais's Inquisition

She didn't hate Pierre. He, too, lived his life in his own way, and ultimately met a tragic end.

In a sense, the two belong to the same category.

"No, although I'm a little sad, it's not necessary."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

Shakespeare snapped his fingers, and the surrounding flames vanished, leaving behind a pure white space devoid of anything.

Rin Tohsaka: "Lady Jeanne really hasn't wavered at all."

The First Emperor said: "Never regret the decisions you make."

Feng Xi: "Nothing can be as one wishes, but one should strive to have a clear conscience."

"Well then, let's turn to the next page."

【"What did you say?"】

Joan of Arc was stunned. Her life was already over; how could there be a next scene?

[Shakespeare: "Watch out, the next scene is a bit shocking!"]

The scene shifts again, this time to hell.

The dimly lit room reeked of a foul stench. A luxurious bed sat in the center, and on a table beside it lay the severed heads of children. Countless other children's bodies lay on the floor. Half were still fresh, the other half had begun to decompose, but all were bleeding, their faces contorted with despair.

Joan of Arc clenched her fists; she already knew where she was.

[Regarding what happened after her death, she already possessed the relevant knowledge upon her arrival.]

"This is Tiffany Castle, right?"

"That's right, it's the castle of Hellboy, Gilles de Rais."

Rin Tohsaka: "Uh (;゜;艸;゜;).."

Afu: "Ah!!!"

Sieg: "This!"

Mrs.: "Ilya, don't look."

Kotomine Risei: "God..."

The children in the group were terrified; this scene was definitely too explicit for adults (18+).

Bluebeard: "Ah, I miss my beloved home, but I can never go back."

Ta-Miao: "Damn it! Gilles de Rais, you deserve to die!"

Webber: "You bastard! Look what you've done!"

Bluebeard: "These are works of art, masterpieces I carefully selected. You wouldn't understand."

Bluebeard: "If Ryunosuke were still alive, he would definitely understand me."

Joan of Arc: "Gil..."

Mordred: "You actually managed to bring this thing out. Caster, you really are a pervert!"

Shakespeare: "You've misunderstood me. As a writer, I must look at each story objectively."

Mordred: "He really is a psychopath."

Joan of Arc stared blankly at the densely packed corpses of young boys; the horrifying scene made her feel slightly dizzy.

Even so, it only slightly shook Joan of Arc's resolve.

The past is the past and cannot be overturned.

"Hmm, that makes sense. You felt sympathy at most when you saw the unknown boy's corpse, but you weren't so weak-willed as to be defeated by it."

The door opened, revealing a gaunt face filled with hatred.

Although he wore the silver armor familiar to Joan of Arc, the face, those prominent large eyes, belonged to Bluebeard.

"Oh my, isn't this Joan of Arc? What are you doing here?"

Bluebeard calmly spoke to Joan of Arc, clutching something wrapped in a blood-stained cloth as if it were a precious treasure.

"...Enough is enough. Let's end this scene. I regret that he went astray because of my death, but I—"

Joan of Arc cried out, telling herself to stay calm; this was an illusion.

"Let me tell you something good. This Gilgamesh isn't like those actors who just spouted lines we gave them. He's a hero who thinks and acts on his own will, a Servant I summoned."

Waver: "What! Shakespeare can summon Servants?"

Feng Xi: "It's just an empty shell, and it's easy to go astray."

Feng Xi: "Last night's battle was the result of him overplaying his hand."

Shakespeare: "Oh, you shouldn't be asking yourself that question. I just created the character based on your inner fears."

Feng Xi: "It was me who made you summon the Demon King. It's all your fault. I refuse to believe that I only fear the other party."

"Of course there's more than one," Shakespeare cursed inwardly.

The problem is, the others are all expensive items.

A meteor streaking across the sky, a giant spider bursting from Earth, a giant eye tearing through the universe...

What kind of garbage is this?!

Joan of Arc: "What! A servant! How is this possible?"

[Shakespeare: "With the help of the owner of this garden, there would be no problem at all."]

"That being said, he doesn't possess a class. You should know Caster, right? He's merely a replica of Gilles de Rais's soul, with the outer shell being a frail old man."

Joan of Arc: "Caster, what is your purpose in doing this?"

Shakespeare: "Go ask him yourself. Baron, is there something you wish to say?"

Bluebeard grinned maniacally and said, "Joan of Arc, I have something I want you to see. I have beheaded countless children, and each time I climax with it..."

Joan of Arc: "No, Gilles, stop!"

Bluebeard slowly opened the cloth bag, inside which was a head that Joan of Arc knew all too well.

[Zig.]

"Joan of Arc, look! This head is the finest material I've ever cherished!"

Bluebeard lifted her up, exclaiming excitedly, "Isn't she beautiful? This face, though handsome, is still youthful; her eyes are as beautiful as rubies; and most importantly, her hair is so beautiful, it's like hair obtained from melted silver ore—"

"No...that's not allowed..."

This scene finally broke Joan of Arc's composure; she knelt down, unable to bear watching any longer.

"Please, don't...make me see that kind of thing..."

Sieg: "???"

Joan of Arc: '!!!'

Bluebeard: "Oh, this is exactly the scene I've been dreaming of!"

Afu: "Go back to your daydreaming!"

Afu: "Shabi, you're such a vile bastard, uh—basically an asshole!"

Shakespeare: "This is not my fault. I determined the story after analyzing the saint's heart many times."

Rin Tohsaka: "Jeanne d'Arc collapsed immediately, just as expected of Alec Su—"

Joan of Arc: "No! That's not true! Please don't talk nonsense!"

Rin Tohsaka: "..."

Bluebeard: "That's strange. Didn't you have to abandon everything?"