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

hold head high------

Then, it collapsed to the ground with a crash.

There was no doubt that Giorgios's figure had disappeared. When the dragon collapsed, under the immense pressure, he was shattered into the most basic magical molecules.

Fafnir's enormous body slowly turned into dust, starting from its head, and scattered between heaven and earth.

Taras lay on the ground, utterly exhausted.

The remaining Heroic Spirits—Mash, Lawrence, Camilla, Elizabeth, and Simonetta—were all seriously injured.

Tarasque looked at these people, especially Fujimaru Ritsuka, and a strange, ugly smile appeared on his face.

Its body also shimmered with golden light.

It is an unconventional Heroic Spirit that was forcibly summoned. Martha completely transferred her Spirit Origin to it, and it was only through the massive magical power provided by Fujimaru Ritsuka's Command Seals that it was able to stabilize its form in this era.

Now that the mission is complete, it is time to say goodbye.

“You’re a bit like the boss’s smart younger sister,” Tarasque commented, looking at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

“…Thank you, Mr. Tarasque.” Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for two seconds before solemnly expressing her gratitude.

Tarasque did not refuse, but simply nodded.

"I hope you can summon the boss again. When that happens, I'll definitely follow you around shamelessly."

As it spoke, it too transformed into golden specks of light, disappearing into France amidst a dazzling golden glow.

At this moment, the bipedal wyverns, having lost their controllers, were completely out of control.

Elizabeth looked around at the people around her.

The most important objective now is undoubtedly to go to Joan of Arc's battlefield and capture that black-clad saintess.

However, these bipedal wyverns...

Jeanne Alter stared blankly in the direction where Fafner had disappeared, muttering absentmindedly, "This... how could this be... why did I fail...?"

Snapped.

A large hand patted on Jeanne Alter's shoulder.

“Gil…” Jeanne d’Arc’s voice was extremely weak.

"...Let's go back to the castle in Orleans first. We can use the Holy Grail to summon more Servants. We are not without the ability to turn the tide." He had a kind face and treated Jeanne Alter as if she were his daughter.

"Yes, yes, that's right, I can also summon Servants." Jeanne Alter glanced at the several Servants approaching in this direction, her heart trembling involuntarily.

I want to go back, I want to go back and summon my Servants...

Gilles de Rai summoned countless sea monsters, along with crazed wyverns, in an attempt to stop Chaldea's advance.

Watching Gilles de Rais and Jeanne d'Arc flee at breakneck speed, Jeanne d'Arc sighed deeply.

Is this really what they call Jeanne d'Arc Alter...?

The group tried to give chase, but countless sea monsters and wyverns blocked their path.

Elizabeth snorted.

"They all charged forward so heroically, how could I dare to fall behind?"

She turned around.

"Leave these scum behind us to me! You guys hurry up and don't let them get away."

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Chapter 268 With Compassion, I Will Defeat You

"..." Camilla looked at the little girl with her back to her, feeling a surge of anger, but it ultimately turned into a sigh.

“Elizabeth, dear…” Simonetta had reverted to his usual dim-witted state, staring blankly at Elizabeth.

The girl with dragon horns and a dragon tail, with her back to her companions, said confidently, "You guys go ahead, leave this to me. And you, Little Deer, you have to win!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened.

Ritsuka closed her eyes briefly and gritted her teeth: "Then, I'm counting on you, Elizabeth."

Then he turned around and quickly chased after the castle.

Mash, carrying Lawrence on her back, followed closely behind Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Senpai, Miss Elizabeth, she..."

"Mash!" Fujimaru Ritsuka abruptly interrupted Mash.

"......well?"

"I understand..."

"So, hurry up and catch up." The young Master's eyes were resolute, even if that resoluteness was very strained.

Camilla lingered for a moment.

"Why aren't you leaving yet, old woman?" Elizabeth turned to look at her grown-up self.

Camilla said nothing, hugged Elizabeth, then turned and left to catch up with Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

Elizabeth was taken aback, then smiled shyly.

He turned around and picked up the microphone.

"Then... let me play the hero one more time."

The departing figure remained a silent thought in his heart.

Sure enough, no matter when, it's always me.

Since it was me who made this decision, I would definitely think it was the right one.

Until we meet again, Elizabeth Bathory.

......

Jeanne Alter was shaken and panicked like never before.

She walked through the corridors, eager to find the main hall and her summoning circle as soon as possible.

Joan of Arc relentlessly pursued her.

Following Joan of Arc were Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

The platinum French flag swung forward violently, only to be struck back by the powerful tentacles.

“Gil…” Joan of Arc murmured.

"Joan of Arc, please stop here." Gilles de Rais spread his tall arms to block Joan of Arc's advance.

The crimson scepter swung out, and the black shield struck, forcing Gilles de Rais to once again control the sea monster's tentacles to block it, inevitably clearing a path for them.

"Miss Jeanne, let's go!" Lawrence was being tossed around in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms like a noodle, his brows still furrowed despite being in a deep coma.

"Leave this to us!" Mash shouted, swatting a sea monster back with her shield.

Joan of Arc nodded, realizing that now was not the time to get entangled with Gilles de Rais. She passed the hordes of sea monsters and continued onward with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Gilles de Rais tried to intercept them, but was attacked by Camilla and Mash.

"Don't even think about stopping the Master!" Mash glared at the strange-looking man and said with great force.

"asshole--"

The three of them got into a brawl.

Jeanne Alter had already run into the main hall.

Summoning circle, summoning circle.

Arriving at this place that she saw the moment she opened her eyes, Jeanne Alter felt inexplicably at ease.

She held it up with both hands, and the golden cup appeared in her hands.

The Holy Grail is the root of this singularity and Jeanne d'Arc Alter's method of summoning Servants in bulk.

Taking a deep breath, the fair-skinned, white-haired witch finally calmed down a bit.

I've reached the summoning circle, so I've already won!

The summoning circle emitted light, and the summoning had begun.

Bang!

The doors of the main hall were flung open, and the golden-haired saintess looked at the witch who looked exactly like her with a compassionate and solemn gaze.

"How could they be so fast... Damn it!" Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth in anger. "Shouldn't Gilles have stopped them...!"

Despite her anger, the summoning cannot be stopped; this is Jeanne d'Arc Alter's only chance to turn the tide.

On the other side...

Joan of Arc saw through Black Joan of Arc's plan.

“Please stop what you’re doing, Black Me,” Joan of Arc sighed. “Now you’ve already lost.”

Jeanne Alter turned her head and smiled.

"I lost?"

"What nonsense are you talking about...?"

Black smoke billowed within the summoning circle, and what appeared from it was not the Servant, but rather something possessing only a portion of the Servant's power—

Shadow Follower.

"Servants? Who wants those who need to be in a berserk state before they can be forcibly commanded? I only need to summon these."

“These…” Jeanne Alter narrowed her eyes slightly, “Shadow Servants with only a portion of the Servant’s power are enough.”

With the banner of the evil dragon raised, Jeanne Alter pointed at her opponent, a reflection of herself in a mirror.

"on!"

A dozen or so shadow followers roared and charged forward.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc had completely regained her own power.