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

As a child, Simonetta was a tomboy who loved playing with knives and guns and fantasized about going to the battlefield.

Ah, I see, I see.

Becoming a Berserker was not an assignment from the Throne of Heroes, but rather—

"I simply wanted to fight people—"

The young female spirit's canine teeth were exposed, and her eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

"Let whoever wants to be a proper young lady be that damn thing!"

"To become a vampire and attempt to drink Giuliano's blood is merely a imposed desire—"

"I, Simonetta, just want to kill you right here!!!"

Black and red hues coiled around Simonetta's claws, and the small beast, finally recognizing its own size, stared intently at its opponent.

Vlad III inexplicably felt a pang of unease.

"what?"

Simonetta vanished from his spot, and the next instant, Vlad III felt as if he had been stabbed hard.

Simonetta's claws dug directly into Vlad III's chest from behind.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

"The Dental Cavity of Obsessive Love!!!"

"Pfft—" Sensing danger, Vlad III tried to retract the stake left outside his body, but felt Simonetta grab his body from the middle, and the next move was—

She's going to tear me in two!

Without giving Vlad III any more time to think, Simonetta roared and directly attacked Vlad III.

It was torn into two halves, one on the left and one on the right.

The girl, bathed in blood, laughed wildly.

but......

Vlad III's two halves of his body were reassembled.

So these days, everyone has [Battle Continuation], right?

The split soul core reformed, and Vlad III, the vampire grand duke, rose again with a terrifying aura.

“Interesting, but now I’m going to get serious—pfft.”

Vlad III lowered his head tremblingly, looking at the hand that was protruding from his chest.

"Take a break, you unworthy vampire king, the great hero of Romania." A pleasant female voice, tinged with a hint of sighing, sounded behind Vlad.

Vlad III fell silent.

His body shone with golden light.

"How pathetic, Yu..." He didn't turn to look at Camilla, but instead sighed to the heavens, "Why is my reputation as a vampire always so overshadowed by my ability to save the nation..."

As the golden light faded, Vlad III, Jeanne d'Arc Alter's Servant, exited the stage.

On the other side of the battlefield, Sanson was surrounded by a group of white, angel-like objects.

That is Mozart's treasure—a requiem dedicated to death.

As a caster with no melee combat abilities, Mozart's spirit origin was already riddled with holes.

Sanson covered one ear with one hand while continuing to hack at Mozart with the other without stopping.

"You...you despicable bastard!" Sangsong's emotions were affected by the requiem, and he cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Don't do that, my friend." Mozart stood there, smiling at Sanson.

"Shut up!" Sangsong roared in despair.

“…” Mozart continued playing.

“Mary is gone. If your anger cannot be quelled, then let this requiem soothe everything.”

Mozart was clearly about to disappear, yet he was still smiling.

Both men loved the queen.

However, one of them was just cursing like a madwoman, painfully questioning why she didn't die by her own hand.

The other woman simply wanted to comfort the pitiful man.

Sangsong knelt on the ground, his whole body radiating golden light.

“Mary…it’s so noisy…Mozart…” Sanson, who had already broken down, gave up resisting and voluntarily chose to leave.

"Speaking of which, you seem to be a fan of my music, don't you?" Mozart asked with a smile, his own eyes shining with gold.

No one answered.

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Chapter 267 Shattering the Dragon's Heart

The flags clashed, making a crisp sound.

Joan of Arc sighed.

Although she had completely suppressed Jeanne Alter, she was in no mood to improve.

Jeanne Alter, on the other hand, found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Is that so... Gilles..." Jeanne's gaze passed over Black Jeanne and looked behind her at the tall, imposing figure that exuded an eerie aura.

Gilles de Remer remained silent, the veins on his hand gripping the human skin book bulging.

His emotions were far from calm.

......

Fafnir was already a top-tier evil dragon, but after the addition of the concept of another dragon, it became indescribably terrifying.

Tarasque's attack was heavy and painful, but Fafnir, in her frenzy, rapidly healed her wounds.

If it recovers at this rate...

Tarasque, being a dragon with human-like thoughts, seemed incredibly troublesome.

At this point, Fafnir was no longer able to fight back, but her indiscriminate attacks, which came from her madness and had no rhyme or reason, were even more difficult to defend against.

Fireballs, carrying thick black smoke, spewed from the dragon's mouth and fell from the sky like a volcanic eruption, destroying the earth with fury and madness.

Tarask rolled, its sharp spikes piercing Fafnir's body, but the evil dragon's attacks continued relentlessly.

"Fire!!!" A slightly hoarse shout rang out.

A gaunt, handsome man led an army waving the French flag to the battlefield.

Unlike the flames of a dragon, the flames of a human are angry in a very rational way.

All the shells were aimed at the huge figure shrouded in black mist.

An attack from another dragon, artillery fire from the French army, and the severe weakening caused by Lawrence earlier.

Fafner finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The sea monster that had been enveloping the dragon's body lost its vitality and fell off. Meanwhile, the black energy rapidly receded, its target the heroic spirit that had grown onto the back of the evil dragon.

Lancelot had long since lost consciousness, hanging on the dragon's back and swaying from side to side.

Giorgios, holding Astron, rode his white steed toward the now-disintegrated Fafnir.

This is why I was summoned to this singularity.

You are a dragon!

You are guilty!

Tarasque ruthlessly tore open Fafner, which had already been modified by Gilles de Rais and riddled with holes, revealing its vibrant core (heart).

The sage who slayed the dragon was not that hero, but he was just as resolute.

This is Fujimaru Ritsuka's dragon-slaying plan—

At the end of the battle between dragons, the evil dragon is killed by the sword of the dragon-slaying hero.

Mashu carried the still unconscious Lawrence on her back and returned to the front lines with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The surrounding wyverns frantically tried to get closer to protect their master, their king.

but--

Elizabeth, Camilla, Simonetta.

The surviving heroes will pave a swift path for the blade that pierces the heart.

Having blocked all the wyverns around him, Jordius was single-minded, with only one objective.

Tarasque pinned Fafnir down, his claws tearing at her chest.

Giorgios laughed and said, "This is the real me, my martyr's spirit—"

"This is Astron's true nature."

"Powerful Slaughter - The Blessed Sword (Ascalon)!!!"

Leaping high from the back of the white horse, facing the Dragon Heart radiating terrifying energy, Jorkgios charged forward without hesitation.

He drew his sword and swung it down.

The sword encountered some resistance, but it still thrust forward relentlessly.

Although I am neither Siegfried nor Sigurd, but—

You are a dragon.

The dragon's heart collapsed, and a massive surge of energy completely engulfed Jordius.

Since he wasn't the specific "dragon slayer," yet still killed the evil dragon, it's only natural that he should face some punishment...

The evil dragon stretched out its head and neck, facing the sky, and let out a final, desperate roar.