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　Mashu asked a little excitedly.

　This might be the turning point where they can reverse the situation and defeat the opponent from within.

　"A woman dressed in white... who can command a giant, turtle-like creature... and whose temperament is somewhat similar to yours, Ruler..."

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　We Will Meet Again: Chapter 22: The Beginning of the Ceremony

　Dressed in white, she commands a turtle-like servant, and possesses a saintly aura like Jeanne d'Arc...

　The Chaldeans looked at each other in confusion. From the information they knew, it seemed that no one met the requirements.

　Sieg frowned slightly, then asked Siegfried tentatively:

　"Is there a possibility that that turtle-like creature is actually a dragon?"

　"dragon...?"

　Siegfried responded to Sieg's question hesitantly, while trying to recreate some more detailed scenes in his mind.

　"Turtle... If that's the shell... there's a chance that the creature is a dragon..."

　"Has Miss Zieger met the other party?"

　Sieg turned to look at Mashu, with a complicated look in his eyes.

　"He's dead. He's the Servant that attacked us before..."

　"Ugh?"

　The atmosphere suddenly fell into deathly silence.

　"I should have thanked her. She saved me with her last bit of sanity, even though I'm useless now..."

　Just as Siegfried broke the silence, a soft light slowly emanated from Joan of Arc's hand. Some light spots followed the light all the way to Siegfried's body and then merged into his body.

　Soon the light faded, Siegfried and Jeanne looked at each other and shook their heads.

　"Ruler?"

　Sieg looked at Jeanne.

　"I'm sorry, but if I were connected to the Greater Holy Grail, a curse of this magnitude wouldn't be a problem. But now, I need at least one saint to chant the baptismal chant with me to break the curse..."

　Sieg blinked, then looked at Jeanne's hand.

　“If I go to learn, how long will it take?”

　"Let's put aside the issue of study time for now. After all, having the aptitude to learn is more important than that, right? Even in the church, not everyone can perform the baptismal chant, right?"

　Romani Akiman's voice came over the comms.

　“Is it feasible?”

　Sieg looked at Romani Akiman on the screen and asked calmly.

　"According to our information, the baptismal chant is the highest level of spiritual magic in the church, and only those in the church can use it..."

　Listening to Romani Akiman's description, Sieg smacked his lips, then looked at Jeanne, his red pupils without a trace of impurities.

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　I'll let Justisa chant and I'll release it, is that okay?"

　Since the other party is called the Holy Maiden of Winter, she must have some characteristics in this regard. Even if it is just imitation, some things will not disappear.

　"this..."

　Joan of Arc was silent for a moment, her eyes constantly wandering between Siegfried and Sieg.

　“We can only try it first!”

　Sieg nodded, then closed her eyes. Her consciousness began to slowly sink, and a white flower gradually emerged from the void and wrapped her up.

　Justisa's figure slowly appeared before everyone's eyes. Her eyes, identical to Sieg's, scanned the area before nodding at Jeanne.

　"I have handed over the control of my body to Justisa. I can no longer interfere with the rest..."

　The sound from Sieg's mouth became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

　Immediately afterwards, Justisa's figure became illusory, and the center of the white flower began to emit a more dazzling light.

　The dazzling light forced everyone to close their eyes.

　Romani Akiman, the only one who could observe the specific scene here, was unable to dodge and was directly hit in the eyes by the light.

　"My eyes—"

　Some of the miserable howls echoed through two centuries.

　The light faded, and Justisa's figure had completely disappeared. The huge flower had already turned into tiny petals floating in this small space.

　"Sieg" opened his eyes again, but this time his eyes became even emptier than before.

　A ball of blue "flame" suddenly appeared in the air, and the voice of a girl slowly appeared in everyone's ears.

　"It feels really strange to be without a body..."

　The blue substance rolled around randomly like bubbles, constantly changing its shape.

　"Zig?"

　Jeanne reached out and embraced the blue substance that had transformed into a sphere.

　"What is this?"

　"I'm telling you, this is the true finished product of the Third Law, a 'soul' that can be touched by the body and matter."

　Sieg looked at Jeanne with empty eyes, and his clothes began to slowly change, becoming a heavenly garment that was almost identical to Justisa's.

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　When did I start to think that I was just a simulation?

　Since it was cast, it has been kept in an ancient castle in the mountains of Fengxue all year round.

　Time keeps passing, the stars move, and the mountains and rivers change dramatically.

　500 years have already flown by.

　Memory circuits, false souls, and individual spirits were all worn away.

　Who is she?

　The keeper of the Holy Grail?

　Justisa, the Saint of Winter?

　Or is it just a simple device?

　Or is it something else?

　To the outsider (the magician), she is a beautiful device.

　In the eyes of the persistent person (Machiri), she is the regret engraved on the past and the emotions that were not expressed in time.

　In their view, it is the highest honor for themselves.

　They succeeded.

　Every "lesser holy grail", every failure made her who she is.

　She is the epitaph of losers, she is the collection of losers.

　All along, the people who came before her were losers.

　Until the girl arrived, he arrived as the winner and stretched out his hand to her.

　The saint who had been sleeping lightly in the inner side, embracing her dreams, opened her eyes because of her hand.

　Do people of the same race have desires?

　Artificial beings have no desires.

　Although they keep saying this, isn't it their wish to save the world through the third method of the Holy Grail?

　How ridiculous.

　He has forgotten his original intention but is still pursuing the root, and he even keeps saying that artificial humans have no desires.

　He clearly no longer considers himself an artificial human.

　Fellows without desires are regarded as defective products that can be consumed at will.

　The original ideal has been buried in the long river of time, just like Machili Zolgen...

　How sad...

　The Winter Saint reached out her hand and held the girl's hand from the inside.

　From that moment on, the custodian of the Greater Grail was no longer a fragment of personality.

　Instead, it was a badly worn Justisa fused with a device.

　A wish begins as a fantasy and ends as a miracle.

　Girl, you will be free from your chains...

　She is no one, and yet she is everyone.

　But now, she was just someone watching one of her own people moving forward.

　Her name... a name forgotten in the years—

　Justeza Ritzleich von Einzbern.

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　The white crown stood quietly on the girl's head, and the white clothes were engraved with intricate silver patterns.

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　The colorful ribbons were floating slowly in this windless space.

　The holes in the clothes revealed the girl's fair and smooth skin. The ground beneath her feet began to turn into a sea of ​​flowers, and the void behind her revealed a starry sky.

　"I will be responsible for coordinating..."

　"Sieg" said softly, and the sound coming out of his mouth was no longer the one that Jeanne was familiar with.

　"The materialization of the soul..."

　Inside the Chaldea control room, everyone held their breath as they watched the miracle unfolding before their eyes through the screen.

　"It doesn't matter..."

　As if seeing through Joan of Arc's worries, the girl's soul arched gently in her arms, as if to comfort her.

　Jeanne took a deep breath, looked at Sieg, and nodded.

　Complex and lengthy spells continued to emanate from the two men's mouths, and the golden light gradually surrounded Siegfried.

　The wound constantly felt painful and itchy, which was a signal that the wound was healing faster.

　The curse engraved in his body continued to fade away, and the light seemed to shine into his body, constantly sweeping away every curse.

　Until the body is restored, until the wounds are completely healed, until the curse is completely cured...

　The light gradually faded, and Sieg slowly opened his eyes. Then, facing Jeanne's puzzled expression, he picked up the girl's soul and placed it on the hole in his chest.

　The next moment, the starry sky seemed to be frightened and kept fading, and finally disappeared completely. The flying petals also kept turning into spirit particles and disappeared into the air.

　Then, the blue soul began to slowly sink into the girl's chest, and Yustisa's figure reappeared in front of everyone. As the blue soul sank a little, Yustisa's figure became less illusory, and the girl's empty eyes began to regain a bit of clarity.

　It was not until his soul completely sank into the girl's chest that Sieg regained his consciousness and looked around in a daze.

　"In that case, I won't bother you anymore..."

　Justisa bowed slightly to Sieg, and then her figure became increasingly illusory until it completely disappeared.

　"That was just now..."