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

Jeanne Alter sighed, rose from her throne, walked out of the castle gates, and glanced back at Gilles de Rais.

"Gil, you'll be on my side, right?" Jeanne Alter's voice trembled slightly as she faced the long-awaited meeting that was about to begin.

“Without a doubt, my holy virgin,” Gilles de Rais said with a smile.

"..." Jeanne Alter turned her head away.

He declared, "Let's go, this battle... we will win."

"Yes."

......

The power of the ten Servants is immense.

Along the way, the Servants killed all the skeletons, zombies, and wyverns they encountered.

Chaldea has only one goal.

Orleans.

Destroy Jeanne Alter, retrieve the Holy Grail, and repair the Singularity.

Correct human reasoning.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, along with her Servants, will crush all obstacles along the way.

We were still some distance from Orleans, and all we could see was a wasteland. At the end of the road, we could already see the majestic city.

Countless bipedal dragons danced in the air, incredibly dense.

They roared and howled as they looked at the Chaldea who had arrived.

This is Orleans, this is—the dragon's lair.

call--

call----

A heavy, flapping sound came, loud enough for the Chaldea group outside the city to hear.

Jordius instinctively tightened his grip on the Astron.

hold head high------

A dragon's roar resounded, and the enormous sound waves made everyone's eardrums ache.

“Even though I’ve seen it once before, seeing it a second time still feels…” Mashu swallowed, looking at the enormous figure that slowly rose from inside Orleans.

“Terrifying, isn’t it?” Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at the dragon, but a smile appeared on her face.

The dragon was shrouded in thick black mist.

The wyverns had already begun to flank and harass the Chaldea forces.

Everyone activated their magic, picked up their weapons, and began to fight back.

The gates of Orleans opened, and several riders emerged from the city.

After the green-clad follower with the longbow came out of the city gate, he shot an arrow into the sky.

The green archers attacked while the other Servants were still approaching.

That was her treasure.

"Phoibos catastrophe (lawsuit arrow)!!!"

Like a shooting star, the arrow streaked across the sky, carrying the hunter's plea.

And God will reward her.

Magic arrows, like raindrops, fell from the sky, striking their target—the entire Chaldea community.

“Senpai!” Mashu stood near Fujimaru Ritsuka; she had to protect her.

The shield rose up, protecting the two below.

Lawrence manipulated the diamonds to attach to his body, but only to one side.

Since it's a saturation attack, the power of a single arrow can't be too strong.

Everyone used their own methods to defend against the rain of arrows falling from the sky, and apart from Kiyohime and Mozart, none of the others were injured.

Kiyohime and Mozart were only slightly injured because they lacked weapons for close combat to deflect arrows.

However, this Noble Phantasm is not for securing a kill, but merely for stalling for time.

When the rain of arrows ended and everyone lowered their defenses, they discovered that the evil dragon and the enemy's Servants were incredibly close.

Vlad III, spear in hand, wore a ferocious grin. Sanson was about to charge forward, his expression grim. Dion, however, remained expressionless, simply drawing his longsword in silence. The archer Atalanta, filled with helpless rage, exuded a violent aura.

Besides that, there is—

Joan of Arc looked up.

Its appearance was exactly the same as his own, except that its armor was black and the pattern on the banner it held was not France, but a flying evil dragon.

"We've finally met...the other me."

"I am as insignificant and weak as an earthworm."

Jeanne Alter looked down at the holy, earnest "herself" with a gaze that was filled with both disgust and curiosity.

Joan of Arc did not speak, but simply looked at Black Joan of Arc.

Jeanne Alter jumped down from the dragon's head, waving the evil dragon banner in her hand: "Weak imitations, just things I discarded, they're really an eyesore."

"...What do you hate?" Joan of Arc sighed, raising the French flag. "The black me."

Jeanne Alter grinned: "Need I say more? I'm a coward. Well, it's no wonder. You're just the soft part of me that should be discarded. It's easy to understand why you don't understand my hatred."

"I hate this country!" Jeanne Alter charged forward, brandishing the evil dragon banner, her expression crazed. "Have you forgotten! How we, the cowardly and lowly me, were treated by our country! How our people—treated us!"

"Faced with those flames, didn't you feel even a trace of resentment?" Jeanne Alter questioned.

Joan of Arc used the French flag to deflect Black Joan of Arc's attack, but smiled and said, "No."

Jeanne Alter paused.

"......Why?"

"Because I am Joan of Arc." Joan of Arc looked into Black Joan of Arc's eyes and said this with a smile.

Even if I were carried to the stake, even if I were burned to a bloody pulp, I would still not regret everything I had gone through.

Yes, that's Joan of Arc.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Black Jeanne d'Arc lost control of herself, frantically waving the Evil Dragon Banner and fighting with Jeanne d'Arc once again.

......

The pressure from the evil dragon was immense, and everyone felt a heavy weight on their hearts.

Marda supported Tarask, who was extremely weak.

“Wait, Tarask, wait.” Martha smiled, her body already somewhat transparent.

"Big Sister..." Despite feeling the magic within her body, Tarasque felt no joy whatsoever.

Everyone is fighting.

The dragon breathed fire, and no one could withstand it; the only option was to find a way to escape.

Simonetta is confronting Vlad III, while Camilla and Elizabeth are fighting against the knight Dion.

Mozart and Kiyohime approached Sanson, while Giorgios was engaged in a fierce battle with Atalanta.

Lawrence cast her spell, and the battlefield became her magical arena, filled with various gems.

Everyone was watching the giant dragon soaring in the sky.

It seemed to have identified its target, focusing on Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka—

It swooped down.

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Chapter 264 The Knight's Curtain Falls, Turning Around to Create Three Flavors.

"So young, so delicate, so pitiful." Vlad III's spear struck Simonetta's claws, his smile a mixture of mockery and pity. "Which vampire are you, after all?"

"Ugh..." Simonetta's cute appearance vanished without a trace, revealing her canine teeth and bloodshot eyes.

This is a sign that she's entering a fighting state.

She growled in a low voice, looking at Vlad III.

"A berserker like me, but once in battle mode, all your rationality turns into fighting power...?" Vlad III sighed, "How pathetic..."

"Although we are both vampires, I have made my decision." He laughed wildly, as if he had already defeated Simonetta. "I will drain your blood and give you liberation, young beauty."

"Ughh ...

......

D'Eon was strong to begin with, but he became even stronger when he was enraged.

Camilla's Iron Maiden flew over, and Dion kicked it back. He parried Elizabeth's microphone with his rapier, remaining silent and utterly calm.

"How can this guy be so strong!" Elizabeth complained after being knocked back by Dion's power. "It's like he's cheating!"

"Shut up, instead of complaining, focus on the fight, you naive little girl." Camilla suddenly lunged behind Dion, swinging her scepter, but Dion instantly countered and knocked her back.

“He has some kind of cunning skill, be careful!” Elizabeth warned.

“Right now… I’m angry,” Dion murmured.

"Although... it's not anger directed at you, but..." Dion delivered a powerful thrust, sending Elizabeth flying as she attacked again. "Please bear this nameless rage—"

He leaped into the air, sheathed his longsword, and radiated a soft blue light.

"Watch out, it's a Noble Phantasm!"

Petals fluttered and fell, their delicate fragrance filling the air.

This is a flower, a lily.