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　There was really no ill intention on their part, so the soldiers dropped their weapons but still kept their distance from the three men.

　"Don't you know? Joan of Arc has been resurrected..."

　Hearing that familiar name, Sieg's pupils shrank sharply.

　"What did you say?"

　"It's literally like that. Joan of Arc, who was supposed to be burned at the stake, was resurrected as a witch, and now commands these dragons to attack and exact revenge..."

　"impossible!"

　Sieg interrupted the soldier directly. She had met Joan of Arc and had even been with her before. She knew what kind of person she was and that she would never do such a thing.

　"We can't believe it...but this is the truth..."

　Before they could continue, a group of flying dragons seemed to sense the smell of blood and flew towards the fortress.

　The next second, a blue-green torrent of magic, controlled by Sieg, struck down the group of flying dragons.

　The distant hills and the shrouded dragon disappeared forever from the land of Orleans, leaving only the broken earth still telling of the past events that had happened here.

　"Amazing..."

　The soldiers stared in amazement at the group of flying dragons that were easily destroyed by Sieg.

　"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Zieger..."

　Mashu walked over and handed Sieg a bottle of drinking water.

　The latter shook his head and pointed at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was placed on the ground by Mashu.

　"Give her a drink, and then could you please tell me the whole story?"

　"Of course, beautiful lady."

　The soldier nodded and began to speak from the beginning:

　"I was present at the Siege of Orleans and the ceremony, so I know it well."

　Although there were some changes in her hair color and skin color, it was undoubtedly Joan of Arc.

　When the saint was burned at the stake, every French soldier was filled with anger.

　At least that's what the soldier knew.

　But not long after being burned at the stake, Joan of Arc returned from hell.

　She killed the then Archbishop Pierre Schonko and then sent the dragons on a quest for revenge.

　Wherever she went, her subordinates and flying dragons destroyed everything.

　The flames are an extension of her hands, burning all evil without distinction.

　"Everyone is guilty."

　The witch's subordinate said so, and then swung the weapon in his hand.

　Blood kept splattering and corpses were piled up.

　Hatred has a mind of its own, a vortex of evil thoughts that consumes everything.

　Cities fell one after another, and lives were lost one after another.

　The witch returned from hell, bringing with her a contract with the devil.

　She hated everything and burned everything.

　If God really exists, what expression would He have?

　The land of Orleans no longer cares about blood and corpses.

　Because it has become completely numb.

　Wailing and mocking lingered in the sky all the time.

　Joan of Arc allowed all the atrocities.

　The flesh was torn apart, the soul was devoured, and the blood was sucked.

　The fertile land full of life gradually turned into wilderness.

　Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone was killed without distinction.

　The evil dragon symbolizes disaster, and Joan of Arc controls the evil dragon to destroy everything.

　All they can do is delay the arrival of death.

　Prolong your sin.

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　We'll Meet Again: Part Three: The Evil Beast

　Silence, a silence like being shrouded by death.

　Both Sieg and everyone in Chaldea fell silent at the same moment.

　Because of the great man Joan of Arc who endured countless tortures in history and never surrendered even before her death.

　The other party is not someone who can commit such atrocities, nor is he someone who can tolerate such atrocities.

　But before everyone could react, a flying dragon, seemingly attracted by the noise caused by Sieg, flapped its wings and came towards here at high speed.

　The next second, just like the previous scene, a blue-green torrent of magic roared and destroyed all invaders.

　The price was that another hill in the distance was completely flattened.

　Sieg put away the Balmung that was still emitting white smoke and turned around, looking straight at the reaction of the approaching servant in the distance.

　"Mashu! There are servants nearby who are approaching you!"

　The moment Romani Akiman's voice reached everyone's ears through the magic communication, Sieg looked at the familiar golden figure in the distance with some disbelief.

　"Ruler?"

　The golden pigtails swayed in the air, and the iris flag rustled in the wind as the servants moved forward.

　"That is--"

　The soldiers opened their eyes wide and looked at the familiar flag in the distance.

　That was the soldiers who took Orleans out in just one year.

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　The flag of victory and hope, the hope of France—

　The banner of Joan of Arc.

　The next second, Zigg felt his eyes go dark.

　A soft touch came from her face through the smooth fabric, her upper body was tightly embraced by slender yet powerful arms, and a familiar smell with a hint of fragrance entered her nose.

　"Ruler...I feel like I'm having trouble breathing..."

　Sieg reached out and patted Jeanne's shoulder, then raised his head as high as possible to create a little space for himself to breathe.

　Jeanne held Sieg tighter.

　"I won't leave you alone anymore..."

　Joan of Arc saw it, through revelation, she saw the silver-haired girl curled up in a corner and crying alone.

　Every sob of the girl felt as if a hand was grasping her heart, suffocating her and causing her pain.

　If I had taken the tough girl away, would this kind of thing not have happened again?

　Joan of Arc asked herself this question over and over again.

　Until I felt the call again, my feet once again truly stepped on this land that I have always loved, until the blue torrent of magic once again crossed the sky, the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger.

　The emotions accumulated deep in my heart began to explode.

　I won't leave you alone anymore... because I have a deep love for you.

　Perhaps it was because of Jeanne as an individual, or perhaps it was because of the individual named Leticia.

　The emotions deposited in my heart began to deteriorate.

　The girl's crying figure was like a branding iron, deeply imprinted in her heart.

　She was a girl first, Joan of Arc second.

　All people need to do is become the "self" they want to be.

　"Although there is a Servant reaction, it is ridiculously slow! And it seems that he is acquainted with this Miss Sieg? My hands holding the sesame bun are sweating from nervousness..."

　Romani Ajman was eating something while summarizing the current situation.

　The sound of chewing was diligently transmitted to Mashu's ears by the magic communication.

　As Mashu listened to Romani Akiman's description and the voice coming out of his mouth, his eyes suddenly became sharp and cold, as if emitting some kind of cold light.

　"Dr. Roman, are those the sesame buns I prepared?"

　Romani Akiman blinked, and his extraordinary wisdom allowed him to understand what Mashu was referring to almost instantly.

　In order to avoid certain accidents, he chose to play dumb.

　"Eh? Really? Because the buns and tea were placed together... I thought..."

　"I prepared this carefully! It's a reward for you after this mission is over!"

　Sieg was held by Joan of Arc with a helpless look on his face, listening silently to the conversation that seemed like a conversation between an old father and his daughter.

　"Of course it's not for the doctor! It's for the senior!"

　"Mashu..."

　Romani Akiman said with emotion.

　"You have grown into such a sensible child..."

　The chewing sounds suddenly became louder, as if they were determined to go all out, with a feeling of "Since I've been discovered, I might as well eat as much as I want."

　That’s what they say: “When there is danger, your father is your reliable support; when there is no danger, your father is the danger,” right?

　"If Ritsuka could eat this bun, he would definitely be very happy..."

　Mashu's eyes seemed to be looking at a dying person. On the attack list that had just been created in her mind, Romani Akiman's name was prominently listed at the top.

　Sieg rested his chin on the huge human heart wrapped in black cloth on Jeanne's chest, his crimson eyes reflecting Jeanne's amethyst pupils.

　"Long time no see, ruler..."

　"Um..."

　Joan of Arc looked into Sieg's pure and innocent eyes, and the guilt and regret in her heart became heavier.

　"Excuse me... do you two know each other?"

　After ending the communication and making a note of Romani Akiman in the little notebook in her heart, Mashu finally came to her senses and looked at the two people who had been hugging each other.

　"This is a long story... Let's leave here first. After all, my current identity is not suitable for meeting people..."

　Jeanne was somewhat reluctant to let go of Sieg, whom she had been holding tightly. She nodded to Mash and then glanced at Sieg.

　Without hesitation, Sieg led everyone to a remote forest, just like before. Even the witch's dragon rarely set foot here.

　Some of the wyverns that occasionally came here or were about to bypass this place to attack the fortress they were previously in were all beheaded by Sieg with a single blow, and their bodies were dragged away to be used as dinner for tonight.

　The meat of the wyvern is good, but it has a strong bloody smell.

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　It is extremely difficult to handle, but there are no other disadvantages.

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