Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

Don't look at the chaos and madness - a strong warning swept through the brain at the same time, Siegfried withdrew his gaze, it just disappeared for a moment, but the brain began to swell slightly.

"Please take them to a safe place."

"Roar!"

The huge roar echoed, and only then did the old man notice that this tall man was followed by a huge and ferocious dragon.

However, after going through the daytime events, I saw the scene of 'Saint Joan of Arc' driving the dragon.

The old man didn't feel panicked, but... calmed down: "Are you Lady Jeanne's partner?"

"Yes—" Siegfried didn't deny it. He knew that the name Joan of Arc could calm people's hearts at such a time.

The evil dragon Fafnir spread his wings, he is a cursed dragon... At first he was also a human being, and the extension also needs human beings,

Therefore, when necessary, He will not be stingy in protecting human beings-there is no absolute boundary between good and evil, and evil can become 'good' at a certain time.

For example... When encountering a bigger and more terrifying 'evil'!

"Senior, what is that..."

"Doctor Roman, Doctor Roman—no, the communication has been interrupted again!"

Fujimaru Tachika and Mash were running between the vast water vapor. The girl in tights and combat uniform waved the heavy shield in her hand, relying on the power of the servants obtained by virtue to knock away the attacking monsters one after another.

The short red hair was raised slightly, and the girl frowned.

Romani Akiman and Leonardo Da Vinci of Chaldeas also had solemn faces, and the communication was interrupted. On the display of Chaldeas' observation device... the singularity at this moment was completely covered by a chaotic vortex. shrouded.

Mutations came and continued to expand.

This is no longer the scene of "humanity burning", and it is a disaster beyond the foundational value of humanism held by the French singularity.

"Piercing Lord—" the deep words sounded, and countless blood thorns surged from the ground, stabbing the attacking aquatic monster to death on the spot.

With white hair swaying and beard squirming, Vlad III, who looked like an old man in a thick black robe, tightly held the spear in his hand and frowned.

That direction, without a doubt, is Paris.

Witch... No, it should be the method that Gildrey did.

"Originally, I thought about taking the city occupied by the enemy into my hands, forming a reverse encirclement, and creating one..." The Romanian Grand Duke, who was the only one who planned to use strategy to meet the enemy seriously, frowned, feeling a headache.

"Oh, fight, fight!"

Beowulf, who came with Vlad III, rushed into the enemy line frantically, tearing apart countless monsters with his fists.

The inherent enchantment of the French court scene unfolded by Princess Marie has been completely broken, and the nature that emerges is also the external scenery. The wilderness of Orleans, the blowing grass, the sky is shrouded in a dark vortex, and the endless water flows into the sky, connecting the sky and the earth.

This is a real, doomsday-like scenario.

But it was even more unexpected by the Dragon Witch——

"Jill... that guy, what are you doing!?" Wearing a black robe and a black armor, the same as Joan of Arc's main body, but with a completely different black style, the witch's exquisite brows were tightly frowned, and her evil eyes were raised. The dragon banner was tearing violently in the arc of water vapor and strong wind.

There was a look of impatience in her golden pupils... She felt angry.

Gilles de Ray, what did that fellow, without telling himself, do! ?

"give it to you--"

"Leave it to me, Your Majesty!"

Facing Luo Wei's looking eyes, Joan of Arc looked awe-inspiring, and the iris flower flag in her hand shone brightly in the darkness.

Rowe looked up and looked up.

His knees were slightly bent, accompanied by a slight vibration of the ground, and amidst the huge recoil of the ground, he soared into the sky - the target pointed directly at the 'palace' in the sky, the huge figure sitting in the palace.

One of the old rulers, the sleeping lord of the abyss, Cthulhu.

That is his opponent.

That was the real enemy he had to face——

"Don't go!"

Although she didn't know what Gilles de Rai wanted to do, the Dragon Witch still regarded the people in front of her as enemies... Especially Rovi, she was inexplicably and very concerned about this man she had never seen before.

As a result, under the surging magic power and the waving banner of the evil dragon, the former Fafnir, who was stagnant in place due to inexplicable changes, raised his head to the sky and let out a roar.

He wanted to rush up to the sky to prevent Luo Wei from leaving, but in the next second, the radiance above his head continued to shine like a majestic light, and Fafnir's head hit it, but only ripples were formed.

The Dragon Witch grinned and looked at her eyes with a sneer.

In the wilderness, Joan of Arc raised the flag in her hand high, and she said: "Your opponent is me!"

"Um--?"

The witch looked behind Joan of Arc.

Empty, and even more empty...Princess Mary, Mozart and Charles also left at the moment Rowe soared into the sky.

This is an exchange that was completed in just an instant.

Witches, to be dealt with by Joan herself...

"Princess Mary, is this really okay?"

In the world shrouded in chaotic water vapor, Mozart looked at the light curtain of the iris flag that was getting farther and farther behind him with some anxiety.

Charles didn't speak, but dragged the beheading knife backwards, and his footsteps drew a long track across the grass.

Mary pursed her lips: "Don't worry!"

"She's..."

"Our Holy Maiden of Salvation!"

...

"The Holy Maiden who saved the country? The Holy Maiden who saved France? What a...joke!" Fafnir behind him fell back to the original place, and the witch's golden pupils became even colder. She looked at the girl in front of her—more accurately Said, looking at the iris flag in her hand, couldn't help but sneer.

Iris is the national flower of France, and the iris flag is equivalent to the national flag of France.

Back then, Joan of Arc held the banner of the iris, leading the people of France on the battlefield, winning victories in one difficult battle after another, and saving France from the quagmire of defeat and national subjugation. .

In this era, in France... the iris banner held by Joan of Arc is a symbol of victory, glory and miracle.

But from the witch's point of view...that was just a joke.

"Your victory is only for this country, your glory does not belong to you—"

"Betrayed, betrayed, tried, and finally sentenced to death... What did you get!?"

Sharp words spit out from the witch's mouth. She is not the real Joan of Arc, but the 'product' of the Holy Grail's wish, as Gilles de Ray's hope, the appearance of the resurrected saint.

The Dragon Witch has all the memories of Joan of Arc...so she knows what happened to Joan of Arc, and even more knows the suffering, loneliness, and even ...resentment.

During that trial, the local archbishop who took the bribe regarded her as a 'witch' rather than a 'saint'.

Countless people are afraid and dare not approach her.

When countless people saw her, there was only disgust and rejection in their eyes.

Among those...

There was no shortage of people in France, the nobles of France...the ones she saved.

Resentment is inevitable.

Jeanne Darc, undeniable.

"I am indeed resentment." Joan of Arc held the flag of the iris flower in her hand tightly, and spoke slowly, her clear voice echoed in the wind and water vapor: "At the last moment of my life, when I was betrayed, I did resenting them."

Jeanne Darc, a holy person who is defined as a "saint" by the world, a person who has been inspired by the "Lord", in the final analysis, is just a girl in her teens.

She is very young.

No matter how determined the mind is, it is impossible to be as plain as water...or, in other words, there has never been absolute calm in the world, and the so-called calm is only because we have not encountered anything that we care about.

There is no doubt that being betrayed by the person she has been protecting and fighting for has absolutely cared about Joan at that time.

paid so much.

Even a sage cannot be indifferent to the rewards and shackles that only have a corner--a sage is still a human being after all.

This may also be the reason why Gildre was able to make a successful wish, and why he was able to summon the Dragon Witch.

Because Joan... did have a heart of resentment.

"However, at the moment when I stepped on the execution platform, at the moment when the flames were burning all over me, I looked back at the well-dressed nobles who were watching, and when I looked at this piece of my homeland, my home... .”

"I suddenly realized that I was not actually betrayed."

He was not shaken by the sharpness of the witch's words, nor was he confused by the resentment he recalled before he died.

The golden twisted braids fluttered in the wind, and the violently tumbling iris flower banner echoed in the air.

Her voice reverberated, and she said: "Because what I protect is never those well-dressed nobles, and what I want to protect is never those self-righteous guys who stand on high places and order them arrogantly."

The rare, rather sharp words compared to the usual gentleness came from the mouth of the saint, but the smile on the corner of Joan's mouth was still soft.

"No one betrays me—the people I protect are still on my side."

"They are ordinary people who have never been cared about. They are civilians who have no voice and are even deprived of their freedom to be human..."

"France is not the France of the nobles, but theirs."

"What I guard is the same France."

"—It's me, France in my heart!"

"Even if the last road is death."

"But I still don't regret what I have done... because, since the Lord let me know, it is my own will!"

The irises bloomed wantonly, and the light that appeared in the sky echoed and overflowed. The words of Joan of Arc fell into the ears of the witch. Her eyes widened slightly, and her brain went blank for a moment like a tremor.

The former evil dragon Fafnir behind him was still roaring, but the witch could no longer hear it.

At the moment of consciousness, only the reverberation of awe-inspiring vocal music remains.

Joan of Arc spoke loudly.

she says:

"No matter the past, no matter the present, no matter the future."