The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　The blood stains on her body had been thoroughly washed clean, and her long white hair had been re-styled and braided into the same style as Joan of Arc's.

　Moreover, the decoration and layout of the room always give the girl a sense of nobility and royalty.

　Although she wanted to get up and see what was happening around her, she had no strength left. Even turning her head and speaking were difficult.

　Moreover, the heart trick is not very effective. Although I can feel it beating, I can't use magic to forcibly block all the pathways and isolate the heart like before.

　Come to think of it, this seems to be the second time I've failed.

　Looking around, at her clothes and the scent of perfume she could smell from time to time, the girl's eyes showed great confusion.

　If she remembered correctly, she seemed to be a prisoner of war?

　Just as the girl was still looking around blankly at the prison that didn't look like a prison for prisoners, the sound of heels hitting the ground as she walked reached her ears, and there seemed to be the sound of something rolling on the ground.

　It was a bit similar to the sound of a dining cart wheels rolling on the ground that was heard in the black side's castle before.

　The next second, the precious wooden door in the room, which was still emitting reflective light, was slowly pushed open.

　The witch Joan of Arc appeared in Sieg's sight, pushing a food cart full of food, humming a song he had heard from Joan of Arc before.

　"Are you awake? My beloved..."

　His fiery eyes, which made no effort to conceal his desire, fell on Sieg as if to penetrate everything.

　The girl subconsciously shrank back under the gaze and began to retreat to the inside of the bed.

　"Don't be so nervous, my familiar... or rather—"

　The witch Joan of Arc looked at the girl on the bed who looked like a frightened little animal, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly to reveal a smile.

　"My lover."

　Sieg suddenly stopped retreating, looked at the Black Wind Jeanne in front of him with a little doubt, then opened his lips slightly and expressed his doubts.

　"What is a lover?"

　Silence silently echoed in the house, and the smile on the witch Joan of Arc's face suddenly froze.

　She originally wanted to make the girl in front of her completely betray her innocent self, both physically and mentally, and fall completely on her side.

　For this reason, she, who had a low level of education, even studied books related to love and conducted a comprehensive analysis of the questions that Zig might ask.

　Then, when everything was developing as expected, Zig's words "What is a lover" directly shocked her brain.

　But it shouldn't be like that.

　At this age, don’t you know what a lover means?

　The witch Joan of Arc looked up and down at Sieg. The girl's clear eyes did not contain a trace of superfluous emotion, but pure confusion.

　"How old are you...?"

　Witch Joan of Arc asked Sieg's age hesitantly.

　"Um...it's already one year old?"

　Sieg answered Joan of Arc's questions vaguely, but at the same time, she was wary of the latter. After all, the feeling of having her heart controlled was still fresh in her memory.

　Another me, you deserve to die...

　After hearing Sieg's honest answer, Joan of Arc's evaluation of her other self plummeted from a naive and idiotic woman to the bottom of the valley.

　Wait... am I too?

　A dangerous thought crept into the mind of the witch Joan of Arc, but she quickly suppressed it.

　Let’s put the matter of lovers aside for now.

　Although there are some "minor" problems with the plan, they are generally harmless and can still be carried out.

　Witch Joan of Arc closed the door of the room, isolating it from the outside world again, and then pushed the food she had "carefully prepared" towards

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　The girl lying on the bed without any resistance.

　After parking the food cart in a position where she could easily reach out and touch the food inside, the witch Joan of Arc gently sat down on the edge of the bed with her upper body facing the girl.

　Then, the witch Joan of Arc directly put her hands under his knees and behind his back to pick up Sieg and placed him on her legs like a large doll.

　The girl, who was originally of relatively light build, was carried almost without any pressure by the witch Jeanne d'Arc's A-level strength.

　After placing the girl on her lap, the witch Joan of Arc passed her left arm through the girl's waist and moved it slightly upwards to secure her upper body to prevent her from falling off due to certain movements.

　With his free right hand, he picked up the fork from the food cart and thrust it into the pre-processed food with a little force.

　Although the food looked completely cold, the moment the fork separated the food from the whole, hot steam came out from the gap in the food.

　"Open your mouth."

　The voice of the witch Joan of Arc seemed to carry some strange magic, which made Sieg, who was about to keep his mouth shut, open his mouth and swallow the food on the fork directly into his mouth.

　The body is starting to act on its own again, without my control.

　Or perhaps it could be said that since the transformation of the third law was completed, a rift seemed to have appeared between the girl's soul and body.

　Although it can still be used freely as before, the concept of Fafnir no longer exists in the soul, but pure Albion.

　This creates a discrepancy between the matching transformation of the soul and the body.

　This also resulted in the control magic that should have been ineffective taking advantage of the loophole and gaining control of the heart.

　The body that was supposed to be immortal has also been slightly affected, and can only be infinitely close to immortality, and the adverse reactions to the body will become more real.

　The part of Albion that became immortal, but Siegfried's heart stopped immediately, and this part of him transformed into the girl's "Bodhi Leaf".

　For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the friction between the knife and fork and the plate, the sound of the girl chewing and swallowing food, and the witch Joan of Arc's breathing, which was becoming heavier.

　"Why... do those things?"

　While Witch Joan of Arc was replacing the empty plates, Sieg raised his head and looked at Mou Zi, who was subconsciously looking down.

　"I'm a Servant. Compared to using political and economic means, direct destruction is more satisfying and quicker for me."

　"I don't mean those things..."

　Sieg was breathing heavily, and even speaking was a struggle for her.

　"Why do you call yourself 'Joan of Arc'?"

　The witch Joan of Arc's hands slowed down slightly, and the golden Mouzi looked at Sieg quietly.

　"When did you find out?"

　"I suspected it from the beginning... until I first saw you..."

　The witch Jeanne pursed her lips, then lifted the girl from her lap and carried her back to the bed. She then placed a pillow on the headboard so that the girl's upper body could lean against it.

　"You are quite right... I am not the real Joan of Arc. I am merely a figment of Gilles de Rais's imagination, concocted through the Holy Grail."

　She had always wondered why she had no memory of the past.

　Why is my past so blank?

　Family, friends, relatives, everything related to "Joan of Arc" is just a blank piece of paper, with no way to check, and there is only anger and resentment that cannot be vented.

　Gilles de Rais says that is why the resurrection is incomplete.

　But even if the resurrection is incomplete, memories that are too far away can be eliminated.

　But why didn't he even remember the pain he felt when he was burned at the stake?

　Gilles de Rais could not have been a follower in that era, nor could he have fallen from a noble French marshal to such an obsessive and crazy state in just a few days.

　I was deceived.

　This was already noticed at the time.

　But she couldn't admit it, nor could she accept it.

　The blasphemous act she had committed was beyond redemption, and the void in her heart could never be filled.

　Until the day he saw Sieg through the crystal, the emptiness in his heart seemed to tremble, and the feeling of wanting to snatch the other person away to fill his heart became stronger and stronger.

　So she planned all her next actions.

　From the moment I saw Joan of Arc, all my previous suspicions were confirmed.

　The land beneath our feet, called France, is cheering and welcoming its Joan of Arc...

　Anger overwhelmed her reason.

　She was almost frantically demanding more from the girl she had captured, trying to extinguish the fire in her heart and fill the emptiness in her heart.

　She had known for a long time that she was a fake.

　She is not Joan of Arc's alter ego, but a vengeful Joan of Arc created by the French Marshal Gilles de Rély using the Holy Grail, who laments her death.

　A man without faith, mixed with Gil

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　The "other side" that is impossible to exist is created by the anger, prejudice and one-sided obsession.

　The Dragon Witch erupts in anger at those who are high and mighty and who only care about profit, generating rage that drives them to burn everything.

　Once the bow is shot, there is no turning back.

　She is not "Joan of Arc" but is becoming "Joan of Arc" at the same time.

　She was just an executioner being used by others.

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　We'll Meet Again: Eleven Returns

　Sieg sat quietly on the bed, listening to the narration of "Joan of Arc".

　In a sense, they are the same, both are imitations.

　The only difference is that one is a replica of Joan of Arc, and the other is a replica of a human being.

　The concepts that Gilles de Ray had added to her mind made it impossible for her to completely extinguish the flames of anger within her.

　She is the Dragon Witch, but she is not Jeanne d'Arc.

　She needs to be held accountable for her blasphemous crimes.

　"Just go..."

　Witch Joan of Arc spoke calmly to Sieg.

　Having someone to confide in was the greatest gift Heaven had given her since she was created by Gilles de Rais.

　The inner desire has been calmed at this moment.

　"Why didn't you just say it then?"

　"this..."

　The witch Joan of Arc lowered her eyes slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

　"Anyone can do it except her..."

　She would not refuse anyone's help and salvation except Joan of Arc.

　She is not qualified to be redeemed, and the anger in her body will fill her heart and occupy her mind all the time after seeing the real Joan of Arc.

　"Didn't you ever think of running away?"

　It's shameful to escape, but it really works.

　Sieg asked softly as he felt the magic in his heart dissipating and looked at the witch Jeanne.

　"Escape...where else can I escape to? Besides, even if I wanted to escape——"

　The witch Joan of Arc paused, her dark golden pupils filled with determination.

　"At least after I pay the price..."

　"That's it..."

　Sieg felt the strength in his body gradually recovering year by year, slowly stood up and stretched out his hand to the witch Joan of Arc in front of him.