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No matter who it was, they would be speechless when faced with her questioning.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, and Kiyohime all fell silent. Especially Kiyohime, who was also betrayed by others and chose revenge. She simply wanted to raise her hands in agreement with Black Jeanne's remarks.

Among the crowd, Joan of Arc frowned, looking at Black Joan of Arc with slight astonishment in her eyes. She noticed that there was a certain sense of violation in these words - and it was closely related to her. Some sense of inconsistency.

That is--

"A saint will not have the emotion of hatred."

Jeanne was stunned for a moment, and her eyes subconsciously turned to Bai Ye who was in front of her.

Everyone present, whether it was the silent Mashu and the others, the hateful Black Joan, or even Gill on the side, all turned their attention to Bai Ye, who was talking about something in the center of the hall, as if he was minding his own business.

"Hate and revenge, such thoughts will never arise in the heart of a saint."

As if for emphasis, Bai Ye said it twice.

"...What do you want to say, you guy?" Black Joan looked at him coldly, her eyes narrowed, and a piercing cold light flashed.

"Don't you understand?"

Bai Ye also turned his dark pupils towards Black Jeanne, but his expression was very calm, "In other words, you who will produce hatred and want revenge are not Jeanne herself in the final analysis, nor are you the so-called ' Joan of Arc in reverse'."

Chapter 422 It’s okay to cry

The existences praised as saints by history only have a positive state. It is impossible to say that they will become a negative state due to any influence. There is no such thing as a reversal in their nature.

"Huh, I thought you were going to say something, but it turned out to be just this kind of thing?"

Black Joan chuckled mockingly, "I'm right here, do you want to question my existence?"

"Indeed, your existence is certain."

In response to this, Bai Ye nodded of course and expressed his approval, but in a flash he asked again: "But are you really sure that you are the inversion of Jeanne d'Arc? It's just that the attributes have changed to the opposite state, and you are Jeanne d'Arc herself. Do you have all her... memories from childhood to adulthood? "

"Varied--?!"

Black Joan, who had taken it for granted a moment ago, was easily shaken by these words at this moment, and she was suddenly shocked.

Behind Bai Ye, Jeanne sighed softly and without trace, as if she had finally determined something.

"Let me ask you one last time, you... no, who is Black Jeanne?"

Bai Ye stood there, clearly looking at Black Joan, but his tone seemed to be asking a question to someone other than Black Joan.

"Now that things have happened, what else do you want to say?!"

As if she felt something bad from the bottom of her heart, the ominous premonition made her become very irritable, and she shouted at Bai Ye, her pale golden pupils filled with overflowing anger.

"You should be able to answer my question -"

With her eyes moving slightly, Bai Ye ignored Black Joan's irritability and turned her head towards the man standing beside her, "——caster Gilles de Rey?"

In just one sentence, everyone here focused their attention on Caster Gill, including Jeanne d'Arc, Black Jeanne d'Arc, and Matthew.

"Jill..." Jeanne looked at the man with complicated eyes.

Black Joan also cast her eyes full of pressure, as if she wanted to get an answer from him.

Being so noticed by everyone, Caster Gill smiled slightly. Under the protruding big eyes, although he was a gentleman, he was full of weirdness.

"The Holy Grail is in your hand, right?"

Bai Ye looked directly at him and continued: "Isn't that a universal wishing machine? Then, it is not difficult to create another Joan of Arc according to your wish, right?"

- created.

Since it is impossible for Joan of Arc to become black, then according to what he thinks and expects, he can create another Joan of Arc that satisfies his wishes.

As for the Holy Grail, it is indeed possible to achieve a miracle of this level.

Bai Ye's statement caused everyone in the hall to fall into astonishment as soon as he said it.

"...created?" Fujimaru Ritsuka murmured silently.

This is a very logical conjecture, no, it is a fact that is not known.

"Is this the answer for me?" Joan of Arc thought to herself.

It was agreed last night to give her a satisfactory answer - this answer indeed relieved her, and relieved her of the guilt she had always held for how Black Joan had ruined France.

"Gill!" Black Joan stared at Caster Gill, her eyes even more oppressive.

"Don't lie to me... otherwise, I will burn you to ashes right now!"

"..." Gil was silent for a moment, as if he was brewing some emotion.

"Well, I don't know Gilles de Rey, and I would never deceive you—so he's right."

The gentlemanly smile on his face slowly became distorted, "The first time I got the Holy Grail, I immediately made a wish to it - let it resurrect Joan of Arc! But what did the damn Holy Grail say? 'Only this wish cannot come true'! It makes people so angry that they want to destroy it!"

"Then I realized that since I can't resurrect Joan of Arc, then I will create a real Joan of Arc according to my wishes! One that we can expect! Accept our sorrow! Accept our Lament! Then the true saint will be born from the remains of Joan of Arc!"

"The one who can speak justice while brutally slaughtering an entire city! The one who can laugh and take revenge on the stupid people of the world - our saint!"

Caster's crazy voice echoed in the hall, producing countless echoes and allowing everyone to hear clearly, "This is, you are, the saint I have been waiting for!"

That's what it boils down to.

Black Joan of Arc is not the inverse of Joan of Arc, but another real person.

After a long silence, hysteria broke out.

"Hehe, hehe, hehehahahahahahaha..."

The unexpected but reasonable answer reached her ears, as if something was broken in her heart, making her laugh uncontrollably.

"So that's it. After all, I'm just a fake?! Just the original, the disgusting, the replica of the saint that I have always looked down upon?! Stop joking! It's so stupid! It's like an international It’s like a joke that makes people laugh so hard that they can’t stand up straight!”

How should she describe her state of mind?

Maybe it exploded, maybe collapsed, or maybe it all disappeared, right?

——I am not the real thing, but a fake created by someone.

No matter how mentally tough a person is, he will be so shocked that he cannot stand up and will never recover.