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The young queen was overjoyed, leaping like a little sprite. She looked around and saw that just a short while ago, after Elizabeth defeated Camilla, everyone focused their efforts on sending Vlad III away. Dion, unwilling to be an enemy of Queen Mary, voluntarily withdrew, and the tense crisis was over.
I want to hum a song and sing it with a happy heart.
Queen Mary thought this through and then counted the number of people present.
Master, Mashu, Jeanne d'Arc (Black and White)... there's still one person missing. Where is Elizabeth?
Just as she was wondering, even more joyful sounds came from the other side of the woods.
"Hehe, as long as I protect everyone, they'll be happy to listen to me sing, right?"
"I'm going to become a world-class idol!"
Elizabeth began chopping down trees with her sharp spear, humming a shrill tune as she did so. Before anyone knew it, she had erected a platform of logs and planks in front of the crumbling city wall, even adorning it with a crimson magical light as an auxiliary spotlight.
Even Queen Mary, a gentle and lovely person, couldn't help but show dark lines on her forehead, a feeling of helplessness slowly spreading in her heart.
Great, the crisis is now over!
Elizabeth became the biggest crisis!
A tribute to Elizabeth Bathory, one of the two greatest singers in the Type-Moon universe.
May there be no more songs by Little Dragon Girl and Nero in heaven.
There were actually many generals who fought alongside Joan of Arc in the Hundred Years' War.
For example, Robert de Bochalcote, the lord of Vokura, once expressed his desire to have children with Joan of Arc, only to be friend-zoned by her... However, it seems he was previously dismembered by a wyvern's sharp teeth while fighting it.
Although he was somewhat cruel, he ultimately sacrificed himself for France, a truly tragic end.
Therefore, Vokul is currently in a state of no lord and no government. In this unequal battle, humanity has absolutely no chance of winning; even the bravest humans cannot overcome the dragon's venom and breath.
These dragons are now becoming human dinner.
Regardless of whether it's suitable or not, it certainly boosts morale significantly.
To avoid being recognized by the crowds of Vaucouleur, Jeanne d'Arc (Black) removed her armor and covered her body with the robes that Jeanne d'Arc had originally used to wrap herself.
""
A passing kimono-clad girl lit a flame large enough to cook dragon meat and neutralize the magical essence within the creatures of the Age of Gods.
The warm firelight shone on the pale face of the evil dragon girl.
Gudong.
Black Jeanne swallowed.
Keeping her alive to watch people revel in their post-disaster celebrations is more painful than killing her.
She said she couldn't stand other people's innocent and joyful appearance, but in reality, she just thought...
—There was no place for me there.
Gulu.
The aroma of roasted dragon wafted over, but how could Jeanne Alter possibly be in the mood to use these former servants of hers?
"Who would want to eat this kind of thing?!"
When the grilled dragon skewers were offered to her, Black Jeanne turned her head away in disgust, not caring who had handed them to her.
"Ok?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was busy eating, was slightly taken aback when she saw Jeanne Alter turn her face towards her.
"Eh?"
Jeanne Alter was also slightly taken aback, blinking her eyes in a somewhat bewildered manner.
She turned around and saw a hand with large burns, looking somewhat grotesque, and covered in calluses.
The simple rural woman bears a resemblance to Joan of Arc; the voluptuous French woman with ample breasts and hips looks like the type who is fertile.
"you--"
“You need to eat well to grow, right? Although this is all we have right now, and not enough bread to fill our stomachs—if our family were still here… never mind, let’s not talk about that. Cheer up, Joan.”
Isabella Dalk.
Joan of Arc's mother.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar woman, Black Jeanne fell silent for a moment.
Then, a sudden, inexplicable irritability and rebelliousness welled up inside me, and I felt as if a taut string in my brain had snapped.
Who wants to eat this stuff!
Black Jeanne slapped Isabella's hand away.
Under the gaze of those slightly bluish-purple eyes, she roared hysterically, "Stop pretending to care about me!"
"I destroyed Domremy and turned Orleans into this state. You must hate me, right? So why are you putting on this hypocritical act? Anyway, I have no memory of you. That naive and foolish saint over there is your daughter!"
Jeanne Alter's ahoge (cowlick) trembled, and her hand that slapped Isabella away also trembled.
She was forcibly dragged here, and she didn't know when she fainted. When she came to her senses, she was already like this.
She met the so-called "mother," but this did not trigger any memories or recall anything about her past life.
In fact, perhaps Jeanne Alter is not Jeanne d'Arc at all.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Faced with Jeanne Alter's emotional outburst, they didn't know how to remain calm.
"Don't do this, let's talk this out, okay? Since we're both Jeanne d'Arc, your mother will be sad if you do this..." Jeanne d'Arc stepped forward to dissuade her.
Black Jeanne d'Arc fiercely shoved her away.
"I don't care, I'm not afraid! I don't care about anything... Stop pretending to be a good girl, you saint... And that queen, isn't she just an idiot who likes to ask 'Why aren't they eating cake?'"
"You will all die, along with your little vampire master—"
Fujimaru Ritsuka trembled slightly.
Does this involve me?!
Why am I involved in this?!
—Fujimaru Ritsuka, completely oblivious to being the instigator
That's terrifying! To humiliate Jeanne Alter to this extent without even realizing it, just how terrifying is this guy!
Snapped!
A slap landed on Hei Zhen's fair and delicate face.
Crisp!
Loud!
Black Jeanne raised her eyes.
What I saw was Isabella's blue-purple eyes, brimming with tears.
Black Jeanne felt a burning sensation on her face, followed by a chilling feeling that traveled from her face to her heart. Her angry eyes gradually turned ashen.
"You, hit me?"
"You annoying old hag, how dare you hit me?!"
Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth and glared at Isabella. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, and she opened her mouth to curse like a rebellious girl.
Even my mother has never hit me!
But this is her mother!
"What old hag? I am your mother, Joan of Arc! How could you do this?"
Isabella cried as she spoke.
"I don't know what happened to you. I'm just a country woman. I don't understand anything, not even why you became like this or why you split into two!"
"But my daughter is definitely not the type to take her anger out on others at the drop of a hat!"
"Even though you have done something unforgivable, I still believe you are a good child, and that you have been deceived by someone... Don't do this, Joan of Arc, don't do this!"
Isabella cried angrily as she slapped Jeanne Alter across the face, the blow stinging painfully.
"Calm down, madam, calm down." Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Isabella's strong arm, while Jeanne pulled her on the other side, but the mother's emotions were clearly not under control.
""
"Lady Isabella did nothing wrong, did she? Why are you taking your anger out on her? Everyone in this world is capable of betraying you, but she's the only one who wouldn't."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Jeanne Alter and spoke slowly.
"What...what do you know? If what you say is true, that I am a fabricated fake...then I have absolutely no connection with this woman!"
That being said.
It's hurtful, but it's the truth.
But—was Joan of Arc really like that?
"Even if Joan of Arc is created based on fantasy, does that mean she's not Joan of Arc? What does it matter—"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice was low and deep. She looked at Jeanne with some displeasure: "If you push your luck any further, I'll get angry. You know, I can't even see my family because of the world's destruction."
Black Jeanne swallowed.
His entire aura dissipated.
Isabella gestured for Joan of Arc and Fujimaru Ritsuka to release her.
Joan of Arc pursed her lips with some worry: "Mother—"
"It's alright, Joan of Arc."
"I have to face her. After all, I am her mother no matter what. If even I have to avoid her, who in this world will accept her?"
Black Jeanne snorted coldly.
However, a moment later, a rough but warm hand gently caressed the face of the evil dragon girl. It was a strange feeling that she had never experienced before, as if something missing since birth had been made up for.
"It...it hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
"It doesn't hurt!"
"I'm sorry I hit you. You're a good kid, and it's normal to feel angry, but please don't hurt yourself anymore, understand?"
"Well..."
do not know why.
Seeing Isabella's tears, Jeanne Alter was heartbroken, truly heartbroken.
It was even more heartbreaking than the raging fire during the Orleans roasting incident; the rage that came from hellfire was finally suppressed at this moment.
"I'm sorry... Mom."
Black Jeanne murmured, biting her lip, and squeezed out the words through her teeth.
Being watched by everyone, having her cheek stroked by her mother, she felt like a child who would never grow up...
What do you take her for?!
Chapter 35 Author's Message Bounty Open
The new books this month are all pretty popular!
Everyone's updating like crazy. I thought I was updating pretty fast, considering it was going to be released in just two weeks. I was originally thinking of dragging it out until next week, but then I thought better of it.
In short, this book is about to be published. Although the results are just so-so and can't compare to the big names, I will still try my best.
The writing of this book actually started quite by chance. I saw someone in the comments section asking if there was Arcueid Gudako, and I thought, oh yeah, what if there isn't?
I'll just write one myself.
True Ancestor Gudako, Planetary Madman, Human Madman.
Together they form the true savior and ruler, right?
Moreover, the spirit of saving humans despite not being human—isn't that the very spirit of Ultraman?
An alien travels thousands of miles to Earth to join the people of Earth in saving the world. Isn't that interesting?