Bluebeard's cry broke through the red blockade and reached the ears of Jeanne d'Arc and the Dragon Witch.
Regardless of whether there are enemies that Joan of Arc believes deep down in her heart must be destroyed, as long as the Noble Phantasm is activated, at least Joan of Arc will be burned by the red lotus-like flames.
The two girls burned by the holy fire looked at each other calmly.
Even the evil dragon Fafnir couldn't bear the pain of his soul and body being burned away bit by bit.
But if it was just about being burned at the stake, neither the Saint nor the Dragon Witch would take it seriously.
What really makes Black Joan unacceptable is that the burning torture shown to her by the "Saint" is completely different from the memory in her heart.
Although monotonous, it is never depressing.
Although it is painful, there is no hatred.
Although only "myself" is left, I don't feel lonely.
Does the "Lord" really stand with her now? Can the Holy Fire really cleanse all the crimes committed by the "Dragon Witch"?
Black Joan doesn't know. Even now, she still fails to detect the existence of a certain high-level person.
But the redness left her with a feeling... that she wasn't alone.
This is enough to prove that the saint who was on the stake must have felt the existence of the so-called "Lord".
Now that things have happened, Black Joan will no longer wonder why the scene in front of her does not match her memory.
Her memories, which were burning as monotonously as hell in a book, compared with Joan of Arc's mental landscape, were as simple as a little girl picking up a paintbrush and scribbling casually.
To some extent, Black Joan also guessed the truth in her heart.
In fact, she has always known and had suspicions.
It's just that she doesn't want to accept it, nor is she willing to accept it.
"Jill..."
After hearing Bluebeard's cry, Black Jeanne's expression became slightly relaxed.
"My saint..."
A self-deprecating wry smile appeared on her face.
The Dragon Witch let go of the shaky Evil Dragon Flag in her hand.
The pitch-black flagpole made no sound when it landed—it didn't even hit the ground. It was burned by flames in mid-air close to the ground, and not even ashes were left.
"Sure enough... I'm just a character created by Jill..."
After passing through the curtain of the holy fire, there was a little more moisture on the ground.
"The hatred, disgust, and revenge that I talk to myself turn out to have nothing to do with me at all. I am as funny as a clown... What am I doing?"
Although she wanted to show a relieved smile at the end of her life, tears still emerged from her eyes.
"Ah, it turns out that [fake] is me."
At the end of the words, she was sobbing.
Upon noticing the tears, Black Jeanne bowed her head and tried to hide it, but no matter what she did, her tears never stopped.
It is clearly burning with raging fire, and it is clearly a holy fire that can burn everything.
At this time, not even a few tears could evaporate.
Black Joan kept wiping the tears on her face, but the next moment her tears fell to the ground through the gap.
No unnecessary words, no helpless shouting.
Without her usual majesty as the "Dragon Witch", she now looked like a clumsy child while squatting on the ground.
A child who doesn't dare to cry loudly after doing something wrong.
Joan of Arc slowly stretched out her hand to Black Joan of Arc, but retracted it halfway, and finally just stood there, staring at Black Joan of Arc silently.
She didn't know how to comfort him.
I don't know if I should comfort myself or if it will hurt the other person.
Speaking of clumsiness, Joan of Arc is the same.
She could only listen to Black Joan's sobs in the flames, and quietly wait for the moment when both sides' spiritual bases were burned out.
....
Finally, perhaps aware of the limits of her spiritual power, Black Jeanne's crying gradually stopped.
"Joan of Arc, can you answer this for me?"
This was the first time she said this name to the person in front of her.
Regardless of the name "Dragon Witch" and the identity of "Joan of Arc", as a nineteen-year-old French girl, she raised her head and asked Joan:
"who I am?"
Without waiting for Jeanne's reply, the "Dragon Witch" completely disappeared into the singularity.
Golden stardust was scattered around, the wail of the evil dragon Fafnir disappeared at some point, and the redness around him slowly began to fade away.
The battle is over.
Joan of Arc also reached her limit.
".....Yeah, who are you?"
Jeanne stared at the place where the Dragon Witch stood before and whispered to herself.
The Holy Grail, the culprit of the singularity, is shining brightly there.
However, Joan of Arc has no chance or time to recover the Holy Grail, she has to return to the "seat".
I'm afraid, that child won't even be able to return to his "seat".
Where will she go?
Joan of Arc looked up and saw after the Noble Phantasm dissipated
With regrets in mind, Joan of Arc had to dissipate and returned to the Seat of Heroes.
...
"The signal response of Ruler Joan of Arc disappeared...it was detected that the inherent barrier [Saint of the Red Lotus] began to dissipate."
Da Vinci's voice reached the ears of everyone in Chaldea through the blue image.
Although they knew the result from Animusfia, the fact that they witnessed Jeanne's self-sacrifice still hit Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu hard.
"Miss Joan of Arc...has not insulted her name as a saint."
For Giorgios, who was a martyr himself, although he felt regretful, he admired Joan more.
As for Animusfia and Artoria Alter, who were more utilitarian, Joan's sacrifice was more of a predictable loss.
"Joan of Arc's sacrifice is regrettable, but we also have things we need to do."
Animusfia said to the two men in low voices.
"Leonardo, are there any other reactions from the servants on the battlefield? If not, we can recover the Holy Grail."
"No--no!"
Da Vinci, who was about to deny it, suddenly spoke up.
"What's wrong?"
"Caster's reaction still exists...and————"
"and?"
"There was an extremely strong spatial fluctuation in the center of the battlefield... It was like something was coming."
For the first time, panic appeared in Da Vinci's tone.
The red color completely dissipated, and Animusfiya and others also saw Bluebeard standing in front of the Holy Grail in the center of the battlefield, performing a magic ritual with a crazy look on his face.
The book made of human skin was suspended beside him, moving automatically in the absence of wind. Not far from him, Gil de Rey's lower body was limp as if it had been crushed to pieces by a giant python.
But the dying Gilles de Rey still kept squirming in the direction of another self, not caring about his own life or death.
After seeing Animusfia and others, he seemed to have seen a life-saving straw.
"Absolutely... "I" cannot be allowed to succeed!.... Joan of Arc's sacrifice cannot be destroyed by "I"!"
Using his last strength, Gil de Rey shouted loudly to everyone in Chaldea. This chapter has been completed!