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

The Great Sea Demon disappeared, all the Sea Demons disappeared.

Not only the sea monsters, but also the wyverns disappeared.

Gilles de Rais transformed into golden light and exited the stage with a smile.

As for whether he felt remorse? Did he feel remorse towards France?

...Perhaps there is.

But it would be more accurate to say that it was an apology to Joan of Arc rather than an apology to France.

His love for France stemmed solely from Joan of Arc's love for France. Joan was unjustly burned at the stake, so that passion would inevitably fade with time...

A golden light appeared where Gilles de Rae had disappeared.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Jeanne d'Arc.

Joan of Arc nodded.

"Mash, retrieve the Holy Grail!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said to the shield-wielding girl.

“Yes, I understand!” Mashu stepped forward.

Holding the Holy Grail floating in mid-air, the girl finally revealed a slight smile.

"Item confirmed, Holy Grail, recovery complete."

Roman, who had been observing from Chaldea, finally appeared.

His expression was jubilant: "Ritsuka, Mashu, congratulations on conquering the first singularity, the French singularity."

"Now that the Holy Grail has been retrieved, this singularity will gradually return to normal. Thank you for your hard work."

He typed away on the keyboard, then said to the group, "The channel for spirit transfer will be connected soon, and you can leave that era at any time."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded with a sigh of relief: "Understood."

Finally... it's over, France.

Joan of Arc came closer, her expression a mixture of sorrow and relief.

"Thank you, Master from Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka." Jeanne thanked Fujimaru Ritsuka solemnly.

“...Miss Jeanne, it is I who should be thanking you.” Fujimaru Ritsuka remained silent for a moment.

She bowed deeply, then revealed the back of her hand, which bore only the marks of the Command Seals.

“Miss Jeanne, would you be willing to continue this contract with me?” Mash and Lawrence stood behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, looking at Jeanne.

Joan of Arc smiled and gently shook her head.

"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't dwell on it.

Joan of Arc, at least the Joan of Arc standing here, has not yet reached the point of being fully connected with Chaldea; for now, she belongs to France.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the other two figures.

Camila and Simonetta.

"And what about Miss Camilla and Miss Simon?" She maintained her smile, even though it concealed deep weariness.

Fujimaru Ritsuka bore all the farewells along the way.

She is the Master, and she feels the breaking of each contract.

But even if it's heartbreaking, you can't show it.

Marie Antoinette.

Elizabeth Bathory.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Giorgios.

Kiyohime.

Martha.

Fujimaru Ritsuka will always remember these names and look forward to the day they meet again.

“Wherever Sister Harley is, I’ll be there,” Simonetta answered without hesitation, running to Lawrence’s side.

Lawrence sighed and patted the vampire girl's head. Simonetta nuzzled against Lawrence like a cat.

It seems the beautiful Miss Lawrence is going to keep a Simonetta in Chaldea.

Camilla stood there silently.

The way she formed a contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka was unpleasant, a problem that couldn't be overshadowed by their later joint battles and thrilling adventures.

Moreover, he didn't have any profound desires, nor any reason to protect the girl and move forward.

Jeanne Alter is dead, the root of Camilla's displeasure and anger has disappeared, and there is no need for her to continue following Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I..." She looked into Fujimaru Ritsuka's expectant eyes, but couldn't bring herself to say the words of refusal.

His mouth closed again.

When I opened my mouth again, wanting to refuse—

"Joan of Arc!" A slender, handsome man (not really) dressed in white armor suddenly burst in.

Gilles de Rais. That's his name.

It wasn't Gilles de Rais, the Heroic Spirit, but a real human being with flesh and blood living in France, just days after Joan of Arc's death.

"Gil." Joan of Arc smiled involuntarily as she looked at the newcomer.

"Joan of Arc! Is it really you? You are not dead?" Gilles, the living, rushed forward excitedly, but stopped a few meters away from Joan of Arc, looking at his saint with excitement, heartache, and disbelief.

"No, I am dead, truly dead on the stake, Jill."

hum.

A blue passageway appeared in the hall.

Jill didn't care about anything else at this point: "But then why are you here? Can't you stay?"

Golden magical particles began to emanate from Joan of Arc's body.

She chose to leave the stage and return to the Throne of Heroes.

“That won’t do, Jill.”

“…” Gilles de Rais silently lowered his head.

He straightened up and gave a military salute to Joan of Arc, who was beginning to fade away.

"Holy Virgin, then, farewell." He said solemnly, tears streaming down his face.

"Farewell, Gilles." Joan of Arc waved the French flag and bowed deeply to Gilles. "Both you and I have a long road ahead of us. Let us part here for now..."

As the golden light descended, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the contract break and remained silent.

"Hurry up and come over through the spirit particle transfer channel," Roman said to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

“I understand, doctor.” Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

The dim-witted Simonetta was the first to step into the channel of spirit transfer.

Lawrence nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka, smiled at Camilla, and then stepped into the spirit particle transfer passage.

The girl with the large shield waits at the entrance of the spirit particle transfer channel.

Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Camilla's hand.

Camilla glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I really... lost to you guys." She suddenly smiled.

"Then let me see, Chaldea's young master, let me see just how far you can go on the path of saving humanity."

Their eyes met.

"My goal is the finish line!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's smile was full of confidence.

Camilla withdrew her gaze, smiled without saying a word, and stepped into the channel for spirit transfer.

Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled at each other, took each other's hands, and together, finally entered the spirit particle transfer channel.

hum.

All personnel began the spirit transfer, and the entrance was closed.

In the vast palace, only the French Marshal Gilles de Rais, still kneeling in agony, remained.

However, this history will soon collapse, be reconstructed, and restored to the correct form of human history.

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Taking a day off (Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

as above.

I've been visiting relatives all day and haven't had time to update. Sorry.

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Chapter 272 The Road Ahead Is Long

The dizziness subsided, and the group that had undergone the spiritual transfer stood on solid ground again.

"...I feel a bit nauseous, it might be dizziness from spirit particle transfer." Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her head, feeling nauseous.

The five people stood there, all a little bewildered.

"Welcome back, all you heroes of Chaldea." Dr. Roman stepped down from his seat and approached the group standing next to Chaldea.

Camilla: Incoherent.

Simonetta: Confused thinking.

Lawrence: He has fainted.

Mash: Leaning on her shield, panting heavily.