Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Meanwhile, outside the city of Lentinion, a rebellious girl wearing a tank top and hot pants, with her hair tied in a short ponytail, looked towards the distant Radiant Fortress, raised her hand to tease the kitten on her shoulder, and grinned happily.

"Hmph, I, Mordred, am back!"

Immediately, the rebellious girl stopped, put one hand on her hip, and pulled a large golden cup from the magic circle with her right hand. She shook it ostentatiously, her smile smug and radiant, and announced loudly and arrogantly.

"Furthermore, I've brought back the Holy Grail for my father! Let's see how Percival and Galahad will have the nerve to show off in front of me now!"

As she spoke, feeling that the surroundings were too deserted, Mordred turned around and muttered something to herself, clearly annoyed.

"Hey, this is the Holy Grail! Give it a reaction!"

"Ok?"

At that moment, the pink-haired girl, who was squatting by the roadside picking wildflowers, looked blankly at Mordred, who was glaring at her, her eyes full of confusion.

The girl's head has several strange metal devices, and she is dressed in a white gauze dress with a slender figure.

However, the footprints shoved deep into the mud hinted at an unusually heavy weight on her body.

Mordred couldn't help but grin as he watched the pink-haired girl's bewildered and uncooperative reaction.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, Berserker of the Red Team! Shouldn't we give you some applause at this moment?"

"Hmm..."

Frankenstein was taken aback at first, then looked at Mordred who was approaching, his pure eyes revealing a hint of innocence.

Frustrated, Mordred immediately lost her temper and complained angrily.

"You bastard! Basically, I saved you! And this is how you repay me?! Clap your hands!"

"Tch, splat splat..."

Frankenstein pondered for a moment, then mechanically raised his hand, clapping emotionlessly as he looked at his savior in front of him, his pure eyes seemingly revealing a feeling called "contempt".

Although Mordred got what he wanted, his enthusiasm was greatly diminished, making him even more depressed, and he couldn't help but mutter sullenly.

"Tsk, you're not sincere at all. I really regret picking you up..."

That's right, the reason this Berserker was able to be reborn in flesh next to her seems to be because she picked up the core of this stupid doll.

Perhaps because they were both artificial life forms, Frankenstein, who smelled the scent of his own kind on Mordred, followed the Rebellious Knight like a puppy after being transported to the outskirts of Lentinion.

"Um...this..."

Just as Mordred was grumbling indignantly, a handful of wildflowers suddenly shoved into her nose. Frankenstein, who was standing in front of her, stammered out a sentence.

"...This is for you..."

Mordred paused for a moment, then took the bouquet with feigned aloofness, turning her head to mutter something under her breath.

"That's pretty much it."

"Ok?"

Frankenstein, not understanding what was being said, tilted his head and sized up Mordred.

Under that pure gaze, Mordred waved his hand nonchalantly and casually changed the subject.

"Hey, let's go! Come with me into the city, I'll show you how impressive my house is! Hmph. My house is quite big."

Immediately, Mordred, having found his way to show off again, grabbed Frankenstein's right hand and strode arrogantly toward the gates of Lentinion.

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At this very moment, in Tulipas.

With the baptism of light, the land ravaged by war gradually healed its broken wounds, and the dying vegetation was revitalized.

Astolfo, Finn, and Diarmuid, survivors of the ordeal, sat back-to-back on the ground, panting heavily, their nearly broken bodies gradually solidifying.

They survived! They survived!

hahaha~~~

The three knights, hand in hand, exchanged a glance and burst into hearty laughter.

"Click..."

In the distance, accompanied by a crisp sound, the outer shell of Adam, who had fallen by the lake, cracked open, and two figures materialized from the dust.

A thin, middle-aged man with slightly yellow curly hair and pale skin that had been deprived of sunlight for a long time exuded a strong scholarly air.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, the man subconsciously touched his healthy-skinned body and excitedly took a deep breath of the air filled with the fragrance of earth.

This is... a teacher?!

The boy in the Thousand World Tree Castle, gazing at the stranger in the magic projection who exuded a familiar feeling, couldn't help but excitedly pick up the crystal ball and cheer.

Avisbro looked down at his intact self and the shattered fragments of the stone statue, raised his hand to touch the beating heart in his chest, and seemed to have found the answer, murmuring a chant.

We come from dust, and we will return to dust...

Although Adam, the "primordial man" who was originally made of clay, was unfortunately destroyed in the fierce battle, he, as clay himself, made up for his defects and was perfectly reborn.

This is the Creator's heartfelt recognition and a gift of the Creator's tolerance.

Avisbro looked at the giant Antaeus, whose divine essence was faintly glowing with a yellow aura, in his palm. Bathed in the bright sunlight, he raised his hand to his chest and bowed deeply to the half-collapsed temple.

Finally, it's over...

Inside the temple, the saintess, who had witnessed all these blessings, breathed a sigh of relief. Her devout and fervent gaze fell upon the figure who had bestowed the gospel. She clasped her hands together in prayer and once again offered her heartfelt praise.

"Thank you for your generosity..."

"How cunning you are, Joan of Arc! Isn't this why you brought me back into the light?"

Samael smiled, looked down at the French saintess whose face seemed not to be much surprised by the outcome, his gaze insightful as he leisurely recited a poem.

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

This quote comes from John 3:16, a very important verse, or rather, a summary of the essence of the entire Gospel, the heart of the Bible. Martin Luther called it the "mini-Gospel."

Joan of Arc smiled faintly, neither confirming nor denying it.

On earth, creatures fight each other for their own desires, blinded by immediate gains and losses.

They looked away, forgetting that what they sought was right before their eyes.

However, as Semiramis told Rokudo Reika, the true treasure of this war is not the Holy Grail, but what is right before our eyes.

Since God loves the world, the Son of Man, who has returned from darkness to light, taken on this responsibility, and returned to the throne, must fulfill his corresponding obligations and spread the gospel of the Lord throughout the world.

That's right, this is the hidden answer that perfectly solves this problem and allows everyone to get what they want!

"I never thought that a teacher could lose to a student. It's true what they say, 'Teach your apprentice, and you'll starve.'"

Samael shook his head, tapped his head helplessly, and glanced irritably at his apprentice who had come up with this underhanded trick.

This girl not only mastered his sophistry perfectly, but she also inherited his skill in flipping tables.

"But the choice is yours first..."

Joan of Arc smiled slightly, looked down at her fingers and palms, her gaze earnest and clear.

"And the answer, from the moment you took my hand, was already predetermined."

Whether it is a lofty god or a cunning demon, once they have pulled her out of the abyss, they will inevitably be pulled back to the surface by her.

"Really? I regret it."

Samael snorted softly, rolling his eyes slightly.

The saintess ignored the Son of Man's complaints and instead steered the conversation back on track, reaching out her hand to the figure on the stage once more.

"So, when do you plan to depart and return to the Vatican with me?"

As the core of the Holy Church and the source of faith that has stood for thousands of years, it is most appropriate for all changes to begin there.

Samael waved his hand slightly in response to the disciple's invitation.

"No rush. Before that, I need to give you your graduation reward."

"I entrust my body to you! I have only one wish, which is to let darkness return to darkness, let light return to light, let you wash away the injustices you have suffered, and let you receive the respect you deserve!"

Joan of Arc spoke solemnly, her gaze fixed intently on the light that had repeatedly rescued her from darkness.

Don't worry, you'll like this gift.

Samael smiled mysteriously and raised his hand toward Joan of Arc.

In an instant, the magnificent and sacred gates of heaven opened from the clouds, and a beam of blazing white light descended from the sky, pouring down upon the French saint in the hall.

At the same time, angels with wings of light and wearing silver armor flew out from behind the door, solemnly chanting and singing in unison.

"The King of God's Messenger;"

An excellent messenger; a powerful six-winged light

You are one of the Four Pillars of Heaven;

The right seat of God, the vice-king of the Kingdom of Heaven.

You are the Lord's trusted iron guard;

The glorious Christian victors under the new law;

You successfully protected the women and children;

They subdued the dragon and also locked away his power;

You will be the leader of the Holy Light Spirits.

Brave and fearless challenger, your holy voice echoes in the vaults of heaven: 'Just as God!'

In the light, swarms of golden scarabs buzzed and vibrated their wings, surrounding a wreath of roses, which was placed atop Joan of Arc's head.

At the same time, a golden-red gemstone with mottled cracks and flowing with holy flames fell into Joan of Arc's chest, and a molten power erupted from the girl's body.

In an instant, crimson flames rose around the saintess, extending into six blazing crimson wings that painted the entire sky of Tulifas.

At this moment, everyone from the Thousand World Trees on the ground, the townspeople in the small town who were just waking up from a dream, and even Christians all over the world, couldn't help but rub their eyes and stare in disbelief at the golden-haired girl who was bathed in a pillar of light, with six fiery wings on her back, fluttering up, holding a battle flag in one hand and a sharp sword in the other, like a goddess.

Just like God!

Just like God!

Just like God!!!

The ethereal hymns grew ever louder, their soaring chants proclaiming a new divine decree to the entire world.

Just like God...

That is... Archangel Michael, the "Godlike One"!

Instantly, countless disciples, trembling with excitement, prostrated themselves on the ground under the dazzling light, repeatedly kissing the cross and the ground, offering their humble faith.

At this moment, to the right of the temple.

Bathed in glory and imbued with divine power, the "godlike one" stared in astonishment at the Son of Man before him, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

"you……"

However, before Joan of Arc could speak, a gentle kiss landed on her smooth forehead. The warm, moist touch instantly threw the saint into a state of confusion, causing her blood to rush to her head, flushing her cheeks and making her incoherent.

"You...I...this..."

Looking at the girl who was panicking in front of him for the first time, Samael smiled with pleasure and lowered his head to Joan of Arc's ear.

"Your Highness, congratulations on subduing the evil dragon and locking away his power. You have once again protected the glory of the Lord and won the victory of light."

In the Book of Revelation, the archangel Michael defeated the great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns.

This time, the French girl who, according to legend, met Archangel Michael at the age of twelve and was able to hear the voice of heaven, also defeated the darkness and defended the light in another way.

"Then, as a reward, you will henceforth carry out the Lord's divine will and walk in His kingdom."

A meaningful whisper reached her ear, and Joan of Arc turned to look at the figure behind her, who resembled the Great God from the Bible.

The sight of Michael's six fiery red wings evoked a sense of absurdity and fantasy within me.

All of this seems both accidental and inevitable.

But then, realizing what was happening, the saintess took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee in the dilapidated sanctuary, leaning on her sword, and made a resounding oath.

"I will defend your glory to the death, and bring honor, majesty, power, authority, and kingdom into your hands."

"No, I mean..."