In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"What happened here? Logically, there should be a ceasefire now." Lawrence lived not so long after this period of history, so he knew a little more about it.

"You can vaguely see from the gap that there are many wounded soldiers inside the city." Mash, empowered by Lawrence's second Noble Phantasm, could see more clearly.

"In short, an investigation must be launched. Caster, could you please negotiate with them?"

"learn."

The French soldiers guarding the city gate saw three beautiful women approaching the city, but instead of being happy, they were terrified and took up their weapons.

"What...again?" The French soldiers at the city gate raised their weapons in fear, aiming at Lawrence, who was walking at the front.

Lawrence jotted down the French soldier's repeated "again" while politely greeting them, "Bonjour (hello), we are a group of travelers."

The French soldiers breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the familiar and friendly French.

“We won’t hurt you, nor do we want to be hurt. We just want to get some information, so please put down your weapons, okay?” Lawrence spread his arms to indicate that he was unarmed.

The French soldier carefully observed the three people. Lawrence was wearing a skirt and looked like a noblewoman. The one in leather armor was probably a guard.

Mashu held a huge black shield, which was quite intimidating. Peaceful negotiations might not necessarily require this thing, but it was essential to have it in hand.

The French soldier sheathed his spear and leaned against the city wall, looking somewhat tired, but he had finally lowered his guard: "So they weren't the enemy after all...that's great."

"Hmm, it seems to be going quite smoothly." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled.

Dr. Roman said in a low voice, "To believe Lawrence so easily, I'm afraid he's either lost his mind or has lost too much energy."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stroked her chin: "It should be the second one. All the soldiers in the city, including the French soldiers, seem to be completely exhausted."

"Is it still at war? Hasn't Charles VII signed a truce?" Lawrence asked tentatively. Having just arrived at the singularity, intelligence was what they needed most.

The soldier was somewhat surprised: "Don't you know? King Charles is dead."

"Already dead?" Lawrence frowned. "When did this happen?"

"It's been half a month. He was burned to death by the witch's flames."

“We are from another city and don’t know much about it. Could you tell me more about it?” Lawrence conjured a gem, pretending to take it out from behind his back, and handed it to the French soldier.

The French soldier's eyes lit up when he saw the gem, but then his gaze dimmed again, and he did not take it.

“I see that you are all noble people, and I will not deceive you.”

"This country is finished."

"The witch is Joan of Arc."

"That lady, she has been resurrected as the 'Dragon Witch'."

"Her flames burned across half of France, and the English army had long since retreated, leaving us natives behind."

The French soldier looked somewhat dejected: "Those wretched Englishmen still have somewhere to run to, but where can we, the natives, escape to? Miss, please take the jewels back. I'm only one day away from dying tomorrow, and I don't need these valuables anymore."

"Joan of Arc...the witch?" Mash asked, somewhat puzzled.

She knew a lot of knowledge, but none of it connected "Joan of Arc" with "witch".

“This is a singularity. Let’s hear what that guy has to say first.” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the French soldier with a hint of pity, but she closed her eyes and resumed thinking. “If it’s a distorted history, it’s not impossible for Joan of Arc to be established.”

"Makes sense."

As soon as Mashu finished speaking, she saw the French soldier raise his weapon again in terror: "It's them... they're here again!"

The group quickly turned to look.

A group of men dressed like French soldiers approached the fortress, but their movements appeared stiff and unnatural.

"It's a magical reaction; those things are magical creations!" Dr. Roman warned.

Lawrence could also identify these things: "These are things made from human corpses mixed with magic... that is, zombies. Mashu, they're yours now."

“Yes, Miss Lawrence.” Mashu knew that it was inconvenient for Lawrence to act in the presence of others, since that kind of method could already be called magic.

Fortunately, there weren't many zombies, and they were slow-moving, so Mash's shield could easily deliver a solid blow.

Unlike before, Mashu can fight freely now.

"Master, are you alright?" Lawrence moved closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka, slightly worried about the young girl's mental state.

Although it was a corpse, it was still a human corpse. Under the impact of Mash's shield, it was torn to pieces, with flesh and blood flying everywhere. Lawrence was worried that Fujimaru Ritsuka might not be able to handle it.

"Huh? Me? Ah, Caster, you're overthinking it. Although I do feel a little uncomfortable, I've already prepared myself for it. Miss Lawrence, there's no need to worry." Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on and comforted Lawrence in return.

Lawrence didn't know what to say, so he patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.

"Phew, that was good." After eliminating all the zombies, Mashu thanked the French soldiers who had helped her.

"No, no, we are the ones who should be thanking you." The French soldier smiled kindly at the group.

"But speaking of which, you guys actually managed to fight those guys." Due to their magic, zombies are much stronger than humans.

"...I've just gotten used to it."

"By the way, there's one more thing we'd like to know."

Lawrence came over again.

Mashu asked, "Is it true that Jeanne d'Arc has been resurrected?"

The French soldier who was asked the question was somewhat flattered, after all, he had just watched this girl in leather armor and a large shield wreak havoc among the zombies.

“It’s true.” He nodded in confirmation. “I participated in the Siege of Orleans and the ceremony, and I remember it very clearly.”

"Although the hair color and skin tone are different, that appearance... is without a doubt the former Holy Maiden."

"I was furious when she was captured by the English and burned at the stake in front of the crowd."

At this moment, a girl in white armor poked her head out from the other side of the city wall.

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Chapter 231 Wyvern

"But—Lady Joan of Arc has been resurrected. Not only has she been resurrected, but she has also made a deal with a terrifying demon..." The French soldier's expression darkened.

With their faith under attack, it's no wonder these French soldiers were so demoralized; they probably wouldn't have fought if their lives weren't threatened.

"Does 'demon' refer to those zombies from just now?" Lawrence analyzed the information he had.

Joan of Arc made a deal with the devil, burned at the stake, flames, a massive magical aura condensing in the sky, zombies, and...

"Are the demons those zombies from earlier?" Mashu was inexplicably clean.

"No, although that thing is powerful, to be honest, we can still deal with it."

No sooner had the French soldier finished speaking than a roar came from the horizon.

"Roar----"

Mashu instinctively gripped her shield tighter, turned her head to look, and her heart skipped a beat.

On the horizon, several shadows flapped their wings and flew towards the group.

"Damn it, they're here! Everyone, prepare to meet them!" The French soldiers hurriedly grabbed their spears, weak and terrified.

The wounded French soldiers managed to assemble into an army, nervously watching the horizon.

"A large-scale life form has appeared in that direction, flying at extremely high speed. Prepare to engage!" Roman shouted.

"Ah, it's already visible to the naked eye, that's—" Lawrence squinted at the flying shadows, thinking to himself, "This is troublesome."

"Dragon." Mashu's voice involuntarily carried a hint of gritted teeth.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was thinking about some information she had read about supernatural creatures when she was at Chaldea.

"It is a bipedal winged dragon, a subspecies of winged dragon."

"How could such a thing exist in 15th-century France?" Lawrence felt somewhat perplexed.

"coming!"

"Drink!!!" Mashu could no longer control herself and ran out.

"Mash!" Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't keep an eye on her for a moment, and Mash ran out.

At that moment, a blonde girl wearing a black cloak and white armor stood in front of the crowd, holding a flag with a French pattern.

"Warriors, let yourselves get a little wet. It will only be for a moment, but it can slightly protect you from the dragons' flames!" the girl said solemnly, holding up the flag.

"what......?"

"You guys over there, pick up your weapons and keep fighting!" The girl's voice seemed to offer encouragement, barely rousing the fighting spirit in the group. "Follow me! Charge—"

"It seems to be a Servant, but don't worry about it for now. Deal with the wyvern!" Dr. Roman reminded.

“Mash, she…” Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at Mash, who was completely different from before.

At this moment, Mashu, who was once polite and gentle, has almost completely disappeared.

The pink-haired girl roared as she fought the dragon with her shield.

This enemy is no ordinary foe, and Lawrence can no longer hide anything.

A dozen or so gems of different colors appeared around Lawrence, and then all of them flew away with a whoosh.

These gems are different from the previous spherical gems; they have transformed into sharp, dagger-like shapes.

"Roar—" The sharp gem pierced the body of the two-legged dragon, and the dragon let out a miserable cry.

Mash's shield can defend against the dragon's flames and claws, but the French soldiers cannot.

Although the French soldiers were led by a girl in white armor, their fighting strength was very weak due to injuries and fatigue. The girl in white armor was also fighting, and at the same time seemed to be using some heroic spirit techniques, but with little effect.

"Tsk, whether it's out of camaraderie or humanitarianism—" Lawrence, looking at the French soldiers who were clearly wounded but still fighting, couldn't sit still as a doctor.

“Caster, do what you think is right,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

"Just a trivial little magic trick," Lawrence chuckled.

Hands overlapping, held in front of the chest.

With the activation of magic, a gem the size of a human head floated in Lawrence's hand.

"...You're not going to throw it away, are you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked, bewildered.

Mash is still fighting the dragon over there.