Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

Chapter 10 Who is the Lord of the Singularity

The girl named Mary's full name is 'Marie Antoinette', and she is not a human being, but a heroic spirit summoned by the Holy Grail just like Siegfried—

In the [-]th century, the wife of Louis XVI, the fifth king of the Bourbon dynasty of France, was known as a "dream-like lady", symbolizing the existence of "dominated by nobles" in the European world. '

In front of her was her childhood sweetheart, a world-renowned musician and composer of many famous pieces, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

He is also a "hero" who has been engraved in human history. Although compared to Mary, Mozart was not born in France, and as a great musician, he does not have much emotion for this land.

However, as long as it is the will of the girl and the person in front of me.

He will do his best to comply.

Just like the glorious and divine girl who was summoned by 'Marie Antoinette' during the process of touring Europe with her father, who showed outstanding musical talent when she was young.

"Since then, you are my everything, the indicator on my life and artistic path—"

Where no one noticed, the eyes of the man named Mozart were shining.

Mary just pursed her lips and smiled.

"France..."

The land she was born in, the land she loves, the country she loves.

Even if you do your best.

Also try my best to save... her 'Utopia'.

"Charles... I've already said it."

The crisp and soft voice fell into Mozart's ears, making this world-famous great artist a little depressed.

fleetingly...

Hostility towards 'rivals'.

...

It is night, the vast night sky, the stars are shining, the wilderness of Orleans, the countryside is vertical and horizontal, the waterwheel in the distance is turning, leading the water in the river to the field canal, galloping under the moonlight, strangling the lush vegetation in the middle like a white ribbon.

The rotating windmill seems to guide the bright stars in the sky.

Outside the quiet courtyard, Siegfried put away the dragon-slaying magic sword that had been wiped clean, and stood up.

Next to it, a huge dragon pupil slowly opened.

"call..."

Fafnir, who was prostrate on the ground like a hill, breathed, and rolled a huge storm on the spot.

The swordsman who slays the dragon stays with the evil dragon, but the scene has a feeling of excessive harmony.

Siegfried did not speak. Normally, he is a self-disciplined and silent person, even when facing the biggest enemy he has ever encountered——

But Fafnir sneered: "You really want to swing the magic sword in your hand, don't you?"

Siegfried glanced at him.

Want to?

Of course I do.

Inherent incompatibility, different innate standpoints—for human beings, Fafnir is inherently evil, which is the curse of "the dragon slayer will eventually become an evil dragon", which cannot be changed no matter what.

So Siegfried really wanted to kill Fafnir from the bottom of his heart.

This is his own wish.

But after hearing Luo Wei explain the plan, he resolutely suppressed such thoughts.

"A 'hero' who can only fulfill the wishes of others? What a pathetic existence!"

Fafnir seized the opportunity and laughed at his former enemy to the fullest.

"so what?"

Siegfried responded, with long silver disheveled hair raised, and a slight smile on the face of the tall epic hero: "The curse... has already ended by itself!"

He slew the dragon.

He might turn into a dragon too.

Yet he died.

Die as a human, as a hero, before turning into a dragon, ending the curse.

"You are dead, and I don't need to kill you again, do I?"

"Hmph!" Fafnir choked, and immediately snorted: "Heroes of mankind are so boring——"

"Hahaha, maybe!"

It may be boring, but Siegfried has never regretted his choice, just like he has never regretted answering the call.

In Siegfried's view, the meaning of a hero's existence is to serve the wishes of others.

on this land.

There are too many desires.

Destruction, disaster, resentment, anger...

"And, there is that person."

"It seems that you also discovered his identity?"

"Obviously, isn't it?"

"call..."

Even though Luo Wei claimed to be an 'unknown and unknown missionary', as long as he thought about his performance along the way, he could more or less know his true identity.

That is an existence older than the planet, and it is the only one that has contained countless gods.

"The Wild Hunt and the Lord of Hosts—glory, has shone on this place!"

Siegfried looked at the quiet courtyard with inexplicable eyes.

Here.

In fact, there is also his 'wish'...

Whoohoo!

In the courtyard and the room, Lixiang fell asleep with his hands and feet wide open, and Matthew next to him hugged Fufu and leaned against the window. Hearing the senior's snoring, he couldn't help but tilt his head.

"Senior is really relaxed... But senior, can people feel at ease?"

"Fufu!"

"By the way, is this the place where Miss Joan grew up?"

Matthew withdrew his eyes from Lixiang and looked outside. The courtyard under the moonlight and the countryside surrounding the surrounding fields, the clear air was something that Matthew had never felt in Chaldeas, which was on a mountain thousands of meters high. passed.

It was just a blink of an eye, but Matthew saw two figures walking by under the moonlight.

That is...

"Mr. Rowe and Miss Joan of Arc?"

A man in a classic slim dress and a blond girl in a deep purple slim dress walked side by side in the countryside. The man's short black hair was blown by the strong wind and blended with the girl's golden hair.

The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden appear extremely harmonious.

Matthew tilted her head, and it could be seen that they seemed to be talking about something.

"Fufu!"

Fufu's cry was still crisp.

Luo Wei and Jeanne over there heard Fufu's cry at the same time, and saw the girl and the little beast by the window at the same time. Luo Wei smiled and waved.

Joan also nodded politely, and then looked at Luo Wei.

"My lord..."

"Needless to say." Luo Wei glanced at Joan of Arc: "Since I'm here, it's impossible for me to stand idly by—"

Joan opened her mouth, and she took the initiative to communicate with Luo Wei, precisely to prevent Luo Wei from making a move himself.

It's not just because she, as a believer of the Lord, doesn't want the Lord's incarnation in the world to be polluted by the singularity.

And more because...

This singularity, after all, is due to her.

She wants to figure it out on her own.

To that other 'self'...

"You are wrong about one thing." Luo Wei paused: "This singularity may be caused by you, but now, you are no longer the real main cause."

Jeanne froze for a moment, and wanted to say something, but found that Luo Wei looked away.

He looked at the idyllic scenery around him.

There is no doubt that this is the home of Joan of Arc.

Her home in Orleans——Jeanne Darc was born in a small noble family in Orleans, and her home was considered to be very wealthy, and this courtyard was also owned by her family.

According to the calculations of pan-human history, the Hundred Years' War between England and France has ended at this moment, but Joan of Arc's family has long since passed away, so the courtyard is empty, but Joan of Arc, as the "owner" of this place, uses this courtyard as a matter of course.

That's why they stayed here to rest after entering Orleans during the day.

many years ago.

It was in this Catholic church not far from the courtyard that Joan of Arc prayed to the Lord, received revelation, and started the road to save France.

"But it's different now." Luo Wei felt the oncoming wind, and his voice echoed in the wilderness: "Now, what France is facing may be the horror from the ultimate abyss—"

"It's not something you can fix."

"Of course, it's up to you to solve it, and I won't interfere."

"Like that other you..."