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

"You are a saint of God, yet God turns a deaf ear to your death." His face gradually turned ferocious and terrifying. "So, saintly virgin, I will become evil, become filthy, I will question those scoundrel gods, I will blaspheme!"

"Are you angry, Saint Virgin?"

The window was open, and the wind was blowing Joan of Arc's French flag.

"will not."

“…What?” Gilles de Rais was stunned.

“For you, only for you, Gilles, I will never feel anger.” Joan of Arc smiled gently.

"Is it because of that damned oracle?"

"No, it's just that I, this incompetent saint, am unable to vent my anger on my friend who followed me from humble beginnings until death, and who even after my death was willing to blaspheme against my blasphemous general," Joan of Arc replied with utmost seriousness.

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The 297th saintess stood here.

Gilles de Rais remained silent.

Even so, I will still defend my long-cherished wish...

Gilles de Rais held the Roni City Bible in one hand and the Holy Grail in the other, his magic gradually rising.

Joan of Arc silently gripped the flagpole.

“My holy virgin, you should know that I am a stubborn person,” Gilles de Rais roared, his eyes bulging and veins popping. “So, so!”

"Please wake up!"

"See clearly this world that is not favored by God, and you who are not favored by God at all!"

"This is not just my anger, it is the fire of blasphemy!"

Endless sea monsters emerged from Gilles de Rais's side and merged with him.

To entwine, to grow.

Growing together, a twisted collection.

Gildre's head was exposed, and he laughed wildly.

"Look, Joan of Arc, my holy virgin." Although he was grinning wildly, Joan of Arc could clearly see tears glistening in Gilles de Rais's eyes.

They are close friends, yet they are forced to fight.

"I am already a blasphemous sinner, judge me!!!"

“...I will judge you, Gilles,” Joan of Arc said earnestly, “but not because you have blasphemed God. God is never afraid of being blasphemed. I will judge you only because of this France, which is suffering so much.”

"Besides, I'm not worthy of being angry with you; I'm just...judging you."

The saintess gripped the banner tightly and charged towards the enormous sea monster.

"Miss Camilla, Miss Simonetta, Mashu, let's go," Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed.

Saving humanity is not simply a matter of personal grudges and entanglements.

Every heroic spirit has its own past life, so what will the connections formed during their past life bring after death?

What is on display before us is one of the results.

The three nodded and rushed forward.

Everyone, including Gilles de Rais, already understood.

This battle will likely be the last one fought in the French Singularity.

Several streaks of light darted out from behind Fujimaru Ritsuka and caught up with the four people fighting ahead.

Camilla couldn't help but turn around and look.

Lawrence lay on Fujimaru Ritsuka's back, her fingertips entwined with crystals, looking listless but with a smile on her face as she watched them.

“Miss Lawrence…” Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at the older sister struggling to climb off her back.

“It’s already the final stage, how could I not participate?” Lawrence said with a smile.

"Besides, since they've already gone to the front lines, I'll stay here to ensure your safety, won't I?" Lawrence conjured a crystal blade from the handle, which hovered around him, gleaming with a cold light.

“Then, I’ll leave it to you.” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

......

"Looks like there's a lot of fighting going on inside..." Elizabeth knelt on one knee and turned to look at the castle in Orleans.

The colossal sea monster that Gildre had conjured had broken through the castle ceiling, and several Servants could be seen fighting the behemoth from the outside.

She was seriously injured, and her Master was far away, so she couldn't get any effective mana replenishment.

The two-legged wyverns are still endless.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth and used the microphone to scare away a two-legged wyvern.

"I don't want to look like this. What if the old lady and the little deer see me like this!"

"Idols... should always maintain proper decorum!"

So...

"Listen to this hottest new single from the Servant world!"

The disheveled idol held the microphone upright in front of him.

She said that we could entrust this place to her with peace of mind, and she will not go back on her word!

All the remaining magic converged on her mouth, and a speaker appeared behind her.

Everything I have left is gathered here.

"Báthory Erzsébet, the Blood Demoness!!!!!"

Aa ...

A tremendous sound wave poured out of Elizabeth's mouth in the form of highly pure magic.

The specific external manifestation is—singing that is extremely difficult to hear.

However, this singing was not only unpleasant to listen to, but the sound waves could even shatter wyverns in their wake.

The group of wyverns was hit directly and blasted apart; the wyverns that were directly hit were reduced to dust.

Just like last time, the other wyverns, even those that weren't hit, were basically rendered unable to fight.

Elizabeth sat on the floor and sighed.

A golden light emanated from her body.

"Seriously... your voice is hoarse from singing..."

"Hopefully, we'll meet again in a better way next time..."

As the golden light descended, Elizabeth used her last bit of magic and life force to intercept all the two-legged dragons here.

Camilla, who was locked in battle with the Great Sea Demon, was moved and subconsciously looked towards the outside of the city.

The tentacle lashed out, and Camilla, caught off guard, was pulled away.

They got back up and silently continued to participate in the battle.

But the thought couldn't be stopped in my mind.

How could I possibly feel sad for such a childish, boring, and naive version of myself?

Forget it.

Discarding all other thoughts, Camilla ripped the crystal potion off her neck, tilted her head back and drank it, then continued waving her scepter and the Iron Maiden.

Lawrence, whose magic and physical strength were exhausted and who had just awakened from a deep coma, was unable to participate in the main battle. He could only stay by Fujimaru Ritsuka's side and protect the two of them with his few jeweled blades.

Gilles de Rais, wielding the Holy Grail, is at the peak of his fighting prowess.

However, everyone could sense that even when Gilles de Rais was controlling the Great Sea Demon, he seemed to be fighting rather powerlessly.

Joan of Arc remained silent, used her staff to knock aside one sea monster, and then leaped onto another.

Gilles de Rais had long since stopped speaking, merely controlling the sea monster and a few Servants in their battle.

However, this kind of resistance... seems very weak?

It wasn't that Gilles de Rais was powerless, but rather that he seemed to have lost the will to fight.

No, it's not.

Joan of Arc murmured to herself.

Jill... he probably just wanted to die by my hand...

......I see.

Since this is your way of atoneing, then...

The journey was smooth, as if it had all been planned out.

Joan of Arc reached the top of the Great Sea Demon.

What came into view was indeed Gilles de Rais's strange smiling face.

Joan of Arc remained silent, but she would not show mercy.

In her lifetime, she was less a saint and more a general, and a general with real power.

Decisiveness is an essential quality for her.

The banner was thrust out without hesitation.

What Fujimaru Ritsuka saw was a golden and white flag fluttering in the wind, standing on a sea monster that was about to disappear.

A young general, known as the Saintess, stands here holding a large banner.

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Chapter 271 Spiritual Particle Transfer, Target: Chaldea