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　His hands kept grabbing at his tangled hair that was like kelp, his eyes filled with pain and incomprehension.

　why?

　His Joan of Arc should have been resurrected!

　His Saint Girl had clearly been standing right before his eyes just a few minutes ago! Standing right before his eyes!

　Then who was that Joan of Arc in the crystal ball just now!?

　Noble will, pure soul, awareness and will to endure all suffering!

　Ahh!

　Gilles de Rais saw the injustice in the world, so he gave up his sight and chose to watch with his soul.

　That shining soul is undoubtedly the girl destined for him!

　"God! God! Damn God!

　Why should

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　This place treats my holy girl!"

　Although the appearance has changed, the brilliance of the soul will not change.

　That silver-haired girl is his holy girl!

　The sounds of despair and madness echoed throughout the palace.

　"Joan of Arc! My Joan of Arc!"

　That damn god not only changed Joan of Arc's appearance, but even fabricated a Joan of Arc who looked the same but was completely different in character!

　"Oh God! How long will you torture my holy girl!?"

　"What's wrong with you, Jill?"

　The first impression is that the gray-white Joan of Arc walked into the hall.

　The long grey hair, the pitch-black armor, and the dragon pattern on the flag clearly revealed the identity of the newcomer.

　The witch Joan of Arc that Sieg and the others mentioned.

　"My holy girl..."

　Gilles de Rais's voice was filled with tears and anger.

　"I found the missing part of you!"

　"You mean the part of my past?"

　The witch Joan of Arc tilted her head and looked at Gilles de Rais, who was going crazy in front of her, with some confusion.

　"Exactly!"

　Gilles de Rais pulled out a new crystal ball from his bosom and showed the image inside it to the "Joan of Arc" in front of him.

　Although the yellow figure was exactly like her, Witch Jeanne's attention was now focused on the silver-haired girl's brilliant smile.

　"so beautiful..."

　Compliments come out of your mouth before your brain can process them.

　The dress is elegant yet simple, her long, silver hair flows like a galaxy-like waterfall, and her white stockings accentuate the graceful curves of her legs. Add to that the touch of flesh-colored accents at the bottom of her skirt and stockings...

　And even though she was at an extremely long distance, she could still feel the dragon aura of the girl.

　Witch Joan of Arc is moved...

　Although she was not actually Joan of Arc, but was merely a counterfeit of Joan of Arc created by Gilles de Rais using the Holy Grail, she knew nothing about this.

　Gilles de Rais certainly knew that the Witch of Solon was just something he had fabricated through the Holy Grail. She was not the real Joan of Arc, but just a fantasy.

　But he was willing to indulge in it, willing to indulge in this crazy yet real dream.

　His thoughts about Joan of Arc had been completely distorted, and his original thoughts had been completely abandoned.

　It extends from resurrecting Joan of Arc to launching revenge against the country called France.

　He was once the French Marshal Gilles de Rais, but now he was just a madman who had hypnotized himself and was immersed in illusions.

　As for the witch Joan of Arc, although she had previously considered the nature of her blank memories of her family and past experiences, Gilles de Rais had dismissed her as an incomplete resurrection. Therefore, she still considered herself a Joan of Arc who had lost her memories and was left with only anger.

　But even so, as a witch, she still retains a certain characteristic of the original Jeanne d'Arc, a characteristic that only works on certain people.

　such as--

　Admiration for the silver-haired girl in the picture.

　She's a witch! A dragon witch!

　So she is very unhappy now, just like it is some kind of tradition, she is very unhappy.

　Especially I feel unhappy with myself in the picture.

　Why was he smiling at her like that and not at himself?

　I was the one who resurrected first...

　I am obviously the Dragon Witch!

　Since you are a dragon, you should obey my command and serve under me!

　Witch Joan of Arc, full of fighting spirit.

　Because she remembered a sentence she had seen when she was practicing calligraphy...

　Someone once said to himself:

　You can lose to anyone, but you can never lose to yourself!

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　We Will Meet Again: VII. The Promise

　Come to think of it...if we look at it from the perspective of human life and age...isn't Sieg just a few days old?

　If she reveals her feelings then...wouldn't she become the kind of person who would be condemned by everyone in modern society?!

　What do you want to do to an innocent child, Jeanne d'Arc!

　"Ruler... your face is so red... is there a problem?"

　Sieg's voice successfully brought Zhendra back from her thoughts which had drifted off to the distant sky.

　At this time, Joan of Arc had not yet clearly realized that her competitor was, in a sense, about the same age as Sieg, and there was almost no age difference between the two.

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　"No, nothing wrong... I just thought of something... Let's eat first! After dinner, we'll rest for a while and then set off immediately.

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　After saying that, Joan of Arc moved away from Sieg like a frightened beast, found an empty corner and sat down with her back to Sieg.

　"Ruler is acting so strange today...Do you have any clues?"

　Sieg turned and asked the people from Chaldea who had been watching this side.

　Mashu was holding a bowl and whispering with Romani Akiman and Fujimaru Ritsuka, her eyes occasionally moving back and forth between Jeanne and Sieg.

　However, Sieg thought he might be hallucinating because everyone in Chaldea had different looks when they looked at Jeanne.

　"At this age... you should go in, right?"

　“I think it might be more serious…”

　"But Miss Zieger seems to know nothing...wouldn't that make the crime even more serious?"

　As we all know, the true appearance of historical figures is always somewhat different from reality.

　Therefore, Chaldea will be tolerant of the servants it summons, and this has always been one of Chaldea's creeds.

　"That's their private matter, let's not get involved..."

　Zig looked at the two people whispering and the screen, and tilted his head in confusion.

　"What else can you say?"

　"Nothing!" x3

　Ziggy blinked blankly, then sighed helplessly.

　"In that case, let's eat quickly, we'll be leaving soon..."

　As he spoke, Sieg began to pack up everyone's luggage. He then packed them up and stuffed them into the inner world, leaving them to be guarded by himself and the familiar summoned by the Holy Grail.

　Although the familiar looked weak in combat, the immense magical power within it was enough to deter most fantasy species.

　After all, familiars have no concept of life, and self-destruction is as normal as breathing for humans.

　And there are already a few unlucky ones who have imagined experiencing the suicide bomb "Love's Embrace".

　So Sieg is not worried at all that other fantasy species will enter his territory and do evil.

　The chatter in the camp gradually faded, leaving only the sounds of chewing and spoons clattering against bowls.

　After a moment of silence, Sieg packed up all the things he wanted to take away and threw them into the inner world. The items that could not be taken away or did not need to be taken away were piled together and then completely turned into ashes by the scorching dragon's breath.

　"Are you ready?"

　Sieg smoothed his hair and turned to look at everyone.

　"Ready...but..."

　Joan of Arc, who was supposed to lead everyone out, suddenly looked a little awkward.

　"Ms. Jeanne...what's wrong?"

　Mashu looked at the saint in front of her with some confusion and asked with some bewilderment.

　"I don't intend to delve into this... but this could affect our combat capabilities. So I think everyone should be aware of this..."

　Joan of Arc paused, a hint of nervousness and uneasiness appearing on her face.

　"If yesterday I still had the experience of a normal Servant, then today I feel like I've lost that experience for some reason. I feel like a 'novice Servant'..."

　Sieg frowned slightly and looked Jeanne up and down.

　The other party was right. Jeanne's resistance to magic was even worse than the level before she went to bed last night. Her aura and temperament had decreased to varying degrees.

　Perhaps it was because her summoning as a ruler was incomplete, or perhaps it was because she was summoned shortly after her death, but Jeanne's attributes are decreasing.

　If great achievements require the passage of time to be sublimated and further transformed into the Noble Phantasm of a Servant, then Jeanne d'Arc has skipped this stage, and the Noble Phantasm that she should have originally had will be "corrected" due to the problems of the times.

　"So, is it okay to consider the possibility that the Noble Phantasm might also become ineffective?"

　Jeanne nodded with a slight blush on her cheeks.

　Although she was given the title of the Saint who saved the country, she did not have the power to match it.

　It didn't even have the power to touch the records on the seat.

　Only Sieg's memory of the Holy Grail War was very clear, while the others were rather vague.

　"I am actually the one who is holding back the most on the court right now..."

　"It's okay, Miss Jeanne..."

　Mash smiled at Jeanne.

　"Actually, I'm pretty much the same... I can only be considered a newcomer to the battlefield..."

　As she spoke, Mashu's eyes suddenly became lonely, with a hint of loss in her expression.

　"Because I'm a Sub-Servant, I can't fully unleash the power of a Servant... But even so, the Heroic Spirit within me once told me, 'It's okay.'"

　"and--"

　Mashu's lavender-colored Muzi looked towards Fujimaru Ritsuka who was looking around.

　"Senior also gave me enough trust... He even ran to my side from the middle of the battlefield without caring about his own safety."