Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

That was the question that came up during a conversation with the librarian one afternoon during church service.

"If one day, someone suddenly stood in front of you and pointed out that you are an illusion, what would you do?"

While saying this, she was also secretly and carefully observing the expression of the man who taught her.

"If it was a shadow of someone when it was born, then now that it has its own life and memories, it has become the real thing."

"Because you (I) exist in itself (ah)!"

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PS1: The introduction of Gemini has been revised. The setting was outsourced... so fantasy.

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PS2: Dunzi swimsuit is reproduced, Wuhu~~~

PS3: I am curious about what other god-level operations Yuewen can come up with. Wu Chengen's recommendation of the underworld is already outrageous.

Chapter 215: The Holy Lady of Red Lotus [La Pucelle]

Fujimaru Ritsuka is thinking about which link went wrong.

The confused Alter and the no-confused Alter are two different people. The former is like Slark flying to Highland and Zergling not using BKB, and there is something wrong with his thinking, but the latter...

"what--"

The white and black flags collided in the air, one side was the white oriole representing pure faith, and the other side was the black dragon seeking revenge on the world.

Flags, a weapon whose symbolic meaning is greater than its combat significance, are extremely unpopular and are the kind of weapon that few people can use. Coincidentally, there are two Servants fighting with flags right now.

The flags collided with each other, and the battle situation was very obvious. Because of the Holy Grail, Joan of Arc Alter was clearly at a disadvantage in the battle, so her offensiveness was more intense. However, Joan of Arc, who had more combat experience, seemed to be more at ease under this fierce attack.

Alter has the Holy Grail as help, and Joan of Arc naturally has helpers as well.

"Mashu, go and hit her!"

Mashu gripped the belt tightly and charged towards Jeanne Alter with the dining table. Although she was still not very skilled in using it, she had improved a lot compared to when she was in Fuyuki. When Alter saw a dining table rushing towards her, she gave up on Jeanne Alter who was exposed in front of her without a second thought and took a few steps back, barely avoiding the attack.

"How shameless."

"As long as you can win, you don't have to be shameless."

Joan of Arc doesn't care about chivalry. Victory is the kingly way, not to mention that this is a battle to protect human rights.

Something's still wrong.

That time, after Jeanne directly exposed the loophole in Jeanne Alter's heart, she was so angry that she was like, "I will collapse if I don't fight you anymore." But now she looks like she is not affected at all...

If you say there is no problem, Li Xiang doesn't believe it.

"...No matter how vivid the memories of the battlefield are, I still remember more of my life as a country girl. Even my dark side cannot forget the comfortable time of rural life."

"No, it should be said that it is precisely because I cannot forget that I feel despair, lamentation, and anger towards betrayal and hatred."

"But you didn't, Jeanne Alter."

Jeanne actually thought the same thing about Ritsuka's suggestion. She was also very curious why this Alter herself was not affected at all even though she knew she was hypocritical?

"It seems that if I don't explain my origins clearly, you will not stop attacking me in this way. I never thought that I would have such a day."

She leaned on a nearby church bench, with her left leg raised to her right knee and her hands resting on the back of the chair, which made Joan of Arc feel ashamed.

Even if you are not a certain aspect of me, you still have to pay attention to your image!

"Well, where should I start..."

She looked at the dome of the church and began to reminisce.

Joan of Arc was a saint, no doubt about it.

There is no doubt that Joan of Arc is a hero of France.

The French felt sad and angry about her unfortunate experience, and subconsciously believed that she had suffered a disaster that she should not have endured.

People cannot perceive the subconscious mind, but it will affect people's actions in many ways. When the subconscious mind of a country gathers together, it will produce an incredible power. For example, the mysterious country in the Far East is the best example.

In essence, this power is actually Alaya, just with a different quantity.

Although it cannot be compared with Alaya, which symbolizes the collective subconscious of mankind, the subconscious of all French people, no matter how bad it is, is enough to affect Joan of Arc.

Maybe it's self-blame, guilt, pity, or anger.

From the afternoon when she was burned at the stake, Joan of Arc responded to the call of this land with the emotions accumulated over three hundred years, out of the desire to protect human rights.

In this case, the restraining force makes a choice:

Joan of Arc is still the same Joan of Arc, just like the saint who accepted the will to save France from the dire straits; as for the emotions accumulated by the French for nearly three hundred years, they are borne by her shadow, which, as Gilles de Rais hoped, distorts the shadow's existence.

The final answer is that two Joans of Arc came at the same time, responding to the call of this land and shouldering the consciousness of the entire French people.

"...Although Jill covered it up well, I thought of this problem long before you did."

"You actually thought of this question?"

"I'm not as naive as you," Jeanne Alter said sarcastically. "I've learned to read now, can you, you naive country girl?"

“Ugh——” Joan of Arc looked pale, as if she had suffered a serious blow.

"And it turns out that you really haven't made any progress at all." She sat on the bench and snapped her fingers, and a spiral of cursed fire broke the calm.

"——You really didn't react at all. You're amazing, 'I'."

Jeanne Alter planted the flag in her hand into the ground, drew out the black one-handed sword from her waist with one hand, and the flames of revenge and anger attacked the three people.

"Your path forward is cut off. This is the roar of my soul tempered by hatred. [Roar, my rage] Le Grondement Du Haine——!!"

The materialized flames, the hellfire from the flags, and the steel spikes rushed towards them with curses and revenge. Facing this materialized flame, Jeanne could no longer sit still and wait for death.

"Then, wake up! My flag, protect my compatriots! [My Lord is Here] Luminosite Eternelle——"

The magic barrier with golden dust emanated from under her feet, and wherever the golden dust was, there could be no fire burning.

But this was only a temporary measure. After all, Joan of Arc had never seen a situation where she went out with a Holy Grail ahead of her. After weighing the strength of both sides, she made up her mind.

Joan of Arc took her hands off the flag that was planted in the ground and took off the forehead protector that had been silently accompanying her.

"Master, no, Ritsuka, I leave this to you."

Ritsuka looked into Jeanne's eyes. Her sky-blue pupils contained a very determined look. It was obvious that she was ready.

“Use the Command Spell to command and become a Saint!”

Seeing her surprised expression, Ritsuka took the exoskeleton and smiled at her.

"Then we'll meet in Chaldea, Miss Jeanne."

"Ah, there will be a day."

She smiled, turned around to face her Alter self again, and drew the Sword of Eden.

"Lord, I commit myself to you—"

The Sword of Eden slipped from her hand, and Joan of Arc knelt down like a devout believer, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and worshipped for the last time in Notre Dame de Paris, just as she had done before being burned at the stake in Rouen that day.

A faint light appeared on her body, and a sacred fire completely different from the flame of revenge began to burn with her as the core.

That day, a young girl from Domremy heard the voice of the Lord.

He said he wanted to save the people of the world.

A voice that was gentle and painful.

The girl who was supposed to just dream about tomorrow,

For the village, for the country,

And for the Lord, I chose the path of battle.

"【Saint of Red Lotus】La Pucelle——"

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PS1: [The Holy Maiden of Red Lotus] La Pucelle: "Lord, I commit myself to you——"

This holy sword uses the last words of Jeanne d'Arc as the activation spell, and bursts into flames. It is a conceptual crystal weapon derived from the reinterpretation of the punishment of burning in flames that Jeanne d'Arc suffered in an offensive way. It is a subspecies of the inherent barrier, and it is also a sword born from the crystallization of the mental world. This sword can be said to be Jeanne d'Arc herself. When this treasure is used, Jeanne d'Arc will disappear after the battle.

The settings are all written, but I don’t know how to implement them.

PS2: Barbatos, I’m back!

PS3: This volume is really coming to an end, I don’t know why I feel reluctant to let it go…

Chapter 216 Broken Window Glass

What exactly is the scene like?

The burning flames were like a gigantic red lotus, gorgeous and stunning, but the price paid was extremely heavy.

This was originally a Noble Phantasm for a certain unimagined path, but it became a second Noble Phantasm at a time when humanity was facing a huge crisis. It is true that the Holy Maiden of Crimson Lotus is her only offensive Noble Phantasm, but in essence it is still very different from Jeanne d'Arc Alter's flame.

The flames of hell released by Jeanne · Alter's flag are essentially similar to the highest level dragon breath among fantasy species; and Jeanne's own flames are a conceptual crystal weapon derived from the offensive interpretation of the punishment of burning in flames that Jeanne suffered. It is both a subspecies of the inherent barrier and a sword born from the crystallization of the mental world. This sword can be said to be Jeanne herself.

As a price, once this treasure is used, Jeanne will disappear after the battle.

——These conditions are based on the premise that there is no battle continuation, but unfortunately, there is no Golden Celebration in the current development plan for the Master's ceremonial equipment, so there is no other way.

The red lotus made of flames shot up into the sky, and the flame of revenge was instantly suppressed, taking root and sprouting on it, completely treating it as nutrients for its own growth.

This cloud is also a lotus. The body and mind are like a lotus, pure and free from dust and dirt.

In the center of the red lotus, Jeanne drew the sword from the scabbard, raised it high above her head, and looked at Alter opposite her. Her eyes, as blue as the sky, were full of pity for Jeanne Alter.

"What kind of look is that--!"

She waved the flag again, the fire of revenge was raised again, even though she knew in her heart that she had little chance of winning, but Jeanne Alter still decided to do it.

No, it has to be done.

Jeanne Alter raised her head proudly, raised the sword in her hand, and after concentrating all the magic power in her body to the maximum, she launched an A+ level Noble Phantasm attack.

"【Roar, my anger】Le Grondement Du Haine——!!!"

She's gambling.

In her hand is the cursed flag held by Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who descended as the Dragon Witch. Like Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm, it can take the enemy's attack, but this Noble Phantasm expands the attack and reflects it back.

She was betting that her Noble Phantasm could block Jeanne's Noble Phantasm. It was a good idea and there was nothing wrong with it. The only thing she hadn't taken into account was the level of the Noble Phantasm of the Saint of the Red Lotus.

Crimson Lotus Saint, Level: C (before activation) / EX (after activation)

The heavens are the glory of the Lord, the sky is the work of God's hand

The daytime conveys language, the night conveys knowledge

They can neither talk nor speak, and even their voices cannot be heard. The warm light spreads across the earth, extending to the end of the world.

Climbing up from the end of the sky, all the way to the end of the sky My heart is warming up inside me, burning with longing

My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here

My life is nothing, like a shadow wandering around

My bow is of no use, my sword cannot save me

With the only thing left, I hope to protect his steps.

Lord, I entrust this body to you.

After despair comes hope

After releasing the last word spirit, she opened her eyes and whispered the last words.

"Goodbye, my silly sister."

The red lotus blossomed again, and its warm light spread out around the church, like raindrops falling to the ground. The church finally returned to what it should be.