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　ended.

　Marshal, Bishop, Servant, Chaldea...

　No one can stop the witch's revenge.

　Humans are like this, aren't they?

　Only when you lose something will you know how to cherish it. Only when you kill the saint with your own hands and wait for the saint to turn into a witch and bring you tremendous anger and revenge will you cry and pray for the saint to come.

　Sadly, there will never be another Joan of Arc on this land.

　The only one who exists is Jeanne d'Arc, the Dragon Witch.

　Flames burned on the earth.

　The sky was covered with dark clouds and soon heavy rain began to fall with a few rumbling thunders.

　The dense raindrops almost formed a straight line in the air, and finally turned into water droplets and scattered when they landed on the ground.

　White steam enveloped the flames with a harsh evaporation sound.

　The rainwater seeped into the ground, passed through the soil, and finally gathered on the stone wall to form a small drop of water hanging on the rock wall.

　As time goes by, the water droplet grows larger and larger, and the surface tension approaches its limit.

　Finally, the water drop, unable to hold on, broke free from the stone wall and was captured by gravity, then fell straight down, leaving a white mark on the dusty cheek.

　A cold touch began to spread from around the mark. As if feeling this touch, the tightly closed eyelids began to tremble, and the eyeballs under the eyelids began to move constantly. The irregular ups and downs represented that its owner was experiencing a horrible nightmare.

　"Zig!"

　As the figure of the person who was very important to him in the dream completely disappeared, the fear reached its peak at this moment.

　The suppressed emotions burst out at this moment like a flood, destroying the dream.

　The violet crystal-like eyes suddenly opened, and what came into view was an extremely dark dungeon.

　"!" Joan of Arc subconsciously wanted to stand up, but she found that her body seemed to have lost all strength and was limp and unable to move.

　"Ms. Jeanne..."

　A familiar yet slightly strange voice came to my ears.

　"Ma...shu...?"

　Joan of Arc followed the sound into the darkness, but suddenly she heard the sound of chains colliding, and her neck immediately felt suffocated because of the violent twisting of her head.

　After finally adjusting the angle, Joan of Arc was able to see her own condition clearly with the faint light of the fire in the distance.

　Strange purple patterns flashed on the thick iron chains from time to time. Both hands and feet were shackled, handcuffed together, feet cuffed together, and then two iron chains tied the handcuffs and feet together, making it impossible for people to stand up straight.

　Dungeons, chains...everyone knows exactly what happened.

　They lost the Holy Grail War.

　"Mashu, Ritsuka, Sieg, are you all okay?"

　Thinking of this, Joan of Arc hurriedly asked the cell opposite, but received only two responses.

　"It seems Miss Zieger is not imprisoned with us..."

　Mashu's faint voice reached Jeanne's ears from the other side of the darkness.

　Although it was just a few words, a huge sense of despair and fear completely occupied Joan of Arc's heart almost instantly.

　A biting chill crept up my spine and into my heart. It was as if something incredibly important was being grasped tightly by a hand and then ripped from my heart.

　"Oh? Are you awake? Our great, savior of France?"

　The sound of high heels hitting the ground slowly rang out, accompanied by Joan of Arc's voice mixed with a hint of teasing and ridicule.

　Flames flew out of her hands, lighting up all the lights in the dungeon.

　"How does it feel to once again be a prisoner about to be sentenced to death, my dear Saint?"

　When saying the word "death penalty", Joan of Arc alter deliberately emphasized her tone.

　Joan of Arc Alt bent down and looked down at Joan of Arc in front of him, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

　Bright red blood splattered on Joan of Arc's face, adding a hint of madness to her disdainful smile.

　"I've already died once. As a dead person, I feel death—"

　"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I kill you, an idiot village girl? The splattered blood will dirty my hands. I worked so hard to make my lovely pet remember my scent. If it is contaminated with your scent, won't all my efforts so far be in vain?"

　Joan of Arc's words, full of holiness and devotion, were interrupted by Joan of Arc's alter.

　"Do you know, Idiot Saint, that for humans, there are several kinds of death?"

　The index finger of a hand wrapped in a black silk glove was raised in front of Jeanne.

　"The first is physical death, which is the end of life. This is the death you have already experienced and are not afraid of."

　The pungent smell of blood

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　It was constantly emitting from lter's body. If you looked closely, you would find that the black and dark environment covered most of the bloodstains, making people simply mistakenly think that the other person's face was stained with blood.

　And actually...

　Joan of Arc opened her eyes wide, and her pupils slowly shrank.

　"The second is that your heart is sentenced to death."

　Seeing the change in Joan of Arc's expression, the smile on Joan of Arc's alter face became even wider.

　"you--"

　"Yes, this will be a long process. I will kill you bit by bit, kill that strong Joan of Arc, and make you collapse from the bottom of your heart. Starting from France, from your faith, your country, your friends, your...lover?"

　"You put Sieg—"

　The iron chain was stretched straight in an instant, and the feeling of suffocation and strong electric current burst out in an instant.

　Purple lightning crackled continuously from Jeanne's body.

　Without even holding on for a second, Jeanne, who had unleashed her power, fell to the ground like a puppet without its strings.

　"Miss Joan!"

　Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka's shouts came almost at the same time.

　"It seems that my guess was right. She is indeed very important to you..."

　Without a chance to respond to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu's calls, Jeanne ALTER slowly squatted down, blocking the light coming from behind with her body. The shadow covered Jeanne's face, and her light golden pupils emitted a faint glow, which was extremely eye-catching in the darkness.

　"But it doesn't matter. Soon she won't have you in her heart anymore. Her heart will only belong to me."

　As she spoke, Joan of Arc alter licked her lips and slowly stood up. Without waiting for any reply, she walked straight in the direction she came from.

　Although it was only a moment, Joan of Arc still saw it, saw the residue called meat in Joan of Arc's mouth.

　It's just like...

　I ate it myself, that person...

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　"I'm back? Did you remember my scent?"

　Humming a light tune, Jeanne d'Alter stepped on the blood that was silently flowing on the ground and walked towards the girl who was fixed in the middle of the room in a "big" shape.

　The black eye mask emitted a strange light, blood dyed the white skirt red, and there was already a hole at the heart position of the dress.

　Reaching out to remove the stimulating blindfold, Joan of Arc Alt smiled with satisfaction at the other person's lifeless eyes filled with heart shapes.

　"Very good, very good, you are a good boy... Then let me see the homework I assigned you before I left..."

　The wet black silk object was taken out of his mouth, and the feeling of suffocation began to gradually fade away from his mind.

　"Well done, this is your reward..."

　The magic power was slowly activated, and the fixed body trembled violently. Purple lines climbed up the body and covered every corner of the body.

　The pupils turned white.

　There is a void in the will, and reason is long gone.

　Due to the characteristic that mysteries will succumb to higher mysteries, ordinary magic such as memory modification has no effect on the pet in front of him.

　but...

　Joan of Arc Alter cut her finger, letting the blood cover her fingertips, and then slowly pressed down on the keychain-like pattern on the girl's forehead.

　Not falling into a coma does not mean that your will will remain strong.

　As long as we increase the stimulation through various means and make it far exceed the brain's protective mechanism, we can create a brief overload period of the will.

　Then, within this time, the defense mechanism of the will is paralyzed, and then the consciousness and memory are modified through the magic of the Luoyan City Church, which comes from another world and is not subject to the rules of mystery, and then restrictions are added...

　In this way, just repeat this process several times...

　The purple lines glowed and began to gather together rapidly as the fingers were pulled out from the forehead.

　"Clap!"

　The shackles that bound her limbs were opened, and the girl was gently embraced by Joan of Arc.

　Flickering in the pupils were purple lines like blood vessels, and on the lower abdomen, the purple light faintly shone through the clothes.

　The girl named Sieg completely became the locked possession of Jeanne d'Alter.

　From the inside to the outside, from the soul to the body, everything belongs and can only belong to the owner of the key.

　The absolute power, and the loneliness that came with it, taught her to love—

　"Joan of Arc?"

　The highlight in the pupils gradually returned, and a soft voice mixed with a hint of doubt came out from the slightly opened red lips.

　A completely incomprehensible emotion called love took root and sprouted under distorted teachings.

　"Well, I'm here."

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　Then, Jeanne d'Alter's hand climbed up the girl's slender neck.

　"Click."

　The ruby-studded necklace was fixed on her fair skin.

　"?" The girl tilted her head in confusion, but did not move.

　after all...

　Joan of Arc would never hurt her.

　"So..."

　The support behind him had already turned into a bed.

　Jeanne Alter restrained the girl's wrists with one hand and pushed her down on the bed.

　The desire that had long been unbearable suddenly surged up.

　After licking her lips with her tongue, Joan of Arc Alter grabbed the girl's clothes.

　"Let's get started... I won't stop until you satisfy me..."

　I won't stop until I finish executing the Saint, okay?

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　Postscript: Chaldea Academy: Part 1

　"This is...school..."