Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"The flag stands."

"—My Lord is here!"

Chapter 13 Drawing the Sword

Before that, the witch didn't care about Joan of Arc in front of her eyes.

Because she knew that Joan of Arc did have brief resentment and confusion before she died, and she also knew that because of this resentment and confusion, the Joan of Arc who appeared was not completely perfect. torso.

Her spiritual base is incomplete, and her power has not come down from the 'seat'.

As long as there is resentment and confusion in the heart, even if there is only a little bit, the saint will not be the opponent of the witch - because the existence of the dragon witch, to a certain extent, can be regarded as the reversal and complement of the existence of Joan of Arc .

But at this moment, the witch realized that she was wrong.

I was so wrong...

The Joan of Arc in front of her is firm and sincere, without resentment or confusion.

At this moment, Joan of Arc's lofty will and the shining light in those bright eyes made the witch's brain go blank for an instant, and even Fafnir behind her roared in fear.

The dragon slayer was eventually transformed by the dragon's curse. The evil dragon has always been the most afraid of such a determined person, because they can resist the curse that ordinary people cannot resist with their will - Sigurd and Siegfried back then, the reason why Being able to successfully slay Fafnir has never depended on their strength. In terms of strength, although they are powerful heroes, they are obviously no match for the evil dragon standing at the top of the dragon species and possessing power comparable to the top gods.

What they rely on is their own will and the glory they keep.

Now, the evil dragon Fafnir of the previous generation also saw such brilliance in Joan's eyes.

A firm and bright person... is enough to make all malice fade away and disappear without a trace!

"Roar!"

Under the light of the waving iris flag, the spirit foundation that carried the existence of the evil dragon Fafnir began to collapse. The evil dragon of the previous generation was a projection of history, not as powerful as the real Fafnir, and disappeared under the tenacity and lofty will It is also a matter of course.

The Dragon Witch took half a step back, the evil dragon flag in her hand fell weakly, her exquisite body wrapped in black robe and black armor trembled slightly, her short silver hair fluttered, and the hair on her forehead tightly bound by a pitch-black headband shook. She bared her teeth, although her face was full of unwillingness, but she was also more subconsciously afraid.

"you--"

"Are you going to kill me!?"

"Kill me, eliminate the resentment and confusion that once existed in your heart—kill me, and you will become a perfect saint, a true saint!"

What is the source of the witch's birth?

It is the resentment and confusion that once existed in Joan of Arc's heart, her unjust struggle and resentment against the world that betrayed herself, and even more the loneliness and confusion of living alone in a cage.

Even if it is not really Joan of Arc, but the existence of the witch is indeed a flaw in Joan's heart that Gilderrey used the Holy Grail to absorb.

kill her.

To fill the void in her heart.

Erasing evidence of Joan of Arc's imperfection...

kill yourself.

"You can perfect yourself."

The sky is still shrouded in dark clouds, and the majestic water vapor permeates the fields. In the hazy world, you can vaguely see the magnificent palace and the ancient bronze city that stretches out. It is the relic of an ultra-ancient civilization named 'La Laiye', and it is also the ancient city. The side resting place of the ruler.

But under the cold light, amidst the darkness, chaos, and weirdness, the wind blew the hem of the clothes, the silver armor shook and rubbed, and the golden braids flew. Facing the witch's words, the saint didn't speak, but just held the hands tightly. The flag of iris, stepping on the weeds step by step, moves forward step by step.

The witch grinned and laughed wildly, but also very forcedly.

ended...

She is no match for Joan of Arc in this state.

She has a huge magical power in her body.

but...

She won't use it.

"Ha... perfect saint... how ridiculous!"

The witch stopped without retreating. The world behind her was vast, but there was no room for her.

give up!

right here...

She closed her eyes, but the smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more disdainful and unruly.

But death...huh?

Thinking stopped suddenly, the death expected by the witch did not come, she slowly opened her eyes, but suddenly felt the warmth on her face, the saint in front of her didn't wave the banner in her hand, purifying with the bright holy light Instead of resenting the witch, she raised her hand and stroked her cheek gently.

Joan of Arc smiled: "Why should I kill you?"

"As you said, I did have resentment in my heart."

"So you are me—by killing you, what I get is not perfection, but loss and abandonment, and even more...betrayal."

"I can't betray France, let alone myself."

You are me.

You are the flaw in my heart, the imperfection in my heart.

But I acknowledge your existence.

Acknowledge the resentment and confusion that once existed in my heart.

Only admit the past.

Only then can we have the courage to look directly into the future.

"Isn't it?"

Joan slowly withdrew her hand, the blond girl smiled peacefully and beautifully, and the witch stared blankly at the beautiful and pure figure in front of her.

She has no intention of killing herself.

She admitted herself.

She admitted the falsehood, herself.

you...

"Really, long-winded!"

The witch turned her head away, her face flushed slightly, but her heart was inexplicably...joyful and peaceful.

She knew all along that she was a fake.

The so-called resentment, the so-called vengeance, and the various actions before that, perhaps more, are just to prove her existence to the world.

Maybe it's just...fear of being alone, of going back to a place where I'm nothing.

"From now on, you are 'I', and you are Joan of Arc."

Joan of Arc slowly stretched out her hand and held the witch: "People must have flaws in order to make progress, and because people are not perfect, they can appear real."

"That's what the Lord taught me—"

"Are you willing to make progress together with me?"

"Troublesome, longwinded, longwinded!" Joan's canine teeth spit out from the corners of her mouth, glittering and translucent, but she didn't take her hand out of Joan's hand: "I'm not here to help you...I'm just, for myself!"

"Don't get me wrong!"

How could it be possible to refuse?

how is this possible...

"Well, I understand." Joan of Arc smiled very happily. She has been asking Luo Wei, and has been asking him to give this other self to her to solve, and it is precisely for this moment.

We are all 'Jeanne Darc'.

And why kill each other?

The girl's tightly clenched hands sparkled and splashed, and the witch froze for a moment. She looked at the more holy girl in front of her, and couldn't help laughing at the pure and sincere smile.

The Dragon Witch was supposed to be a non-existent, virtual servant, but at this moment, because of Joan's own approval, her existence was finally officially included in the world's records, officially becoming a seat of the Heroic Spirit, and becoming Joan's Servant. a possibility.

The witch who was reborn from the fire came with the flame of vengeance and drove the dragon to burn the powerful...

She and her are both Joan of Arc.

She and she both love France.

More respected, love the 'lord',

"That's right? He is the 'Lord', the incarnation of the 'Lord' in the world."

Looking at the slightly startled eyes of the witch in front of her, Joan of Arc raised a sly smile, she raised her eyes and looked at the sky, the Luo who soared into the sky, suspended in the air, and faced 'Cthulhu' directly. dimension.

Joan of Arc knew that after the witch became 'Joan of Arc', she could finally sense the revelation of the 'Lord', and finally knew that Rowe was the 'Lord', so she understood the source of her inexplicable emotions towards Rowe.

"Lord, never give up on us."

"This is the Lord's redemption for us and the world!"

The saint raised the iris banner.

The witch snorted: "My lord... I don't care!"

That's what she said, but she still raised the evil dragon banner in her hand.

It's like the difference between angels and demons, and it's more like the boundary between heaven and hell...but both good and evil are 'people', and they are also the components of the world.

"My Lord is here, the glory is eternal!"

The crisp voice echoed in the wind.

"It's really... a surprising but emotional thing?" Siegfried swung his epee and defeated the attacking monster. At the same time, he sensed the aura of the cooperating saint and witch, and he was stunned. He was stunned, and immediately smiled.

Fafnir squinted his eyes, glanced at himself, the former mortal enemy, and now the dragon slayer hero fighting side by side, and let out a roar.

"Don't forget, you and I are still enemies—"

"Since we are enemies, let's compete, evil dragon!"

Siegfried lifted up the treasure named 'Fantasy Great Sword: Heavenly Demon Lost Fallen'. This legendary dragon-slaying demon sword was burning with crimson light at this moment.

"Look, who can protect more people and kill more monsters!"