The sea monster disappeared, all the sea monsters disappeared.
Not only the sea demon, but also the flying dragon disappeared together.
Gilles de Rey turned into golden light and exited with a smile.
As for whether he apologizes? Does he apologize to France?
...Maybe there is.
But rather than saying that it was an apology to France, it would be more correct to say that it was an apology to Joan of Arc.
The reason why he loves France is just because Joan of Arc loves France. Joan of Arc was unfairly burned at the stake, so this passion will slowly fade away with time...
A golden light appeared at the place where Gil de Rey disappeared.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Joan of Arc.
Jeanne nodded.
"Mashu, recover the Holy Grail!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said to the shield girl.
"Yes, I understand!" Matthew stepped forward.
Holding the Holy Grail floating in mid-air, the girl finally showed a smile.
"Confirm the item, the Holy Grail, and the recovery is completed."
Roman, who had been observing in Chaldea, finally appeared.
His expression was cheerful: "Ritsuka, Mashu, congratulations on conquering the first singularity, the French singularity."
"Now that the Holy Grail has been recovered, this singularity will slowly get back on track. Thank you for your hard work."
He clicked on the keyboard for a while, and then said to several people: "The channel for the transfer of souls will be connected immediately, and you can leave that era at any time."
Fujimaru Ritsuka also nodded with relief: "I understand."
Finally...it's over, France.
Jeanne came closer, feeling both sad and relieved.
"...Miss Jeanne d'Arc, it's me who should say thank you." Fujimaru Ritsuka was slightly silent.
She bowed deeply, and then showed the back of her hand with only traces of the Command Seal left.
"Miss Jeanne, would you like to extend this contract with me?" Mashu and Lawrence stood behind Fujimaru Ritsuka and looked at Jeanne.
Joan of Arc smiled and shook her head slightly.
"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't hesitate.
Joan of Arc, at least the Joan of Arc standing here, has not yet completely bonded with Chaldea. She now belongs to France.
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the other two figures.
Camila and Simonetta.
"So, where are Miss Camilla and Miss Simon?" She kept smiling, even though there was deep exhaustion hidden under her smile.
All the partings along the way were borne by Fujimaru Ritsuka.
She is the Master, and she feels the rupture of each contract.
But even if my heart is cut by a knife, I can't show it.
Marie Antoinette.
Elizabeth Bathory.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Giorgios.
Qing Ji.
Martha.
Fujimaru Ritsuka will always remember these names and always look forward to the day when we meet again.
"I will be wherever Sister Harley is." Simonetta answered without hesitation and trotted to Lawrence's side.
Lawrence reluctantly touched the little vampire girl's head, and Simonetta arched her head towards Lawrence like a cat.
It seems that the beautiful Miss Lawrence is going to raise a Simonetta in Chaldea.
Camilla stood there, silent.
The way she concluded the contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka was not pleasant, and this is a problem that cannot be concealed by the thrilling and side-by-side battles that follow.
Moreover, he didn't have any deep wishes, let alone any reason to protect the girl moving forward.
Black Joan is dead, the source of Camilla's unhappiness and anger has disappeared, and there is no need to continue to follow Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"I..." She looked into Fujimaru Ritsuka's expectant eyes, but she couldn't say any words of rejection.
Close your mouth again.
When he opened his mouth again and wanted to refuse——
"Joan of Arc!" A thin and beautiful man (Mist) wearing white armor suddenly broke in.
Gilles de Rey.is his name.
It is not the caster Gilles de Rey who is a heroic spirit, but a real human being of flesh and blood who lives in France just a few days after Joan of Arc died.
"Jill." Looking at the visitor, Jeanne couldn't help but smile.
"Jean d'Arc! Is it really you? Aren't you dead?" Gill, the living person, rushed forward excitedly, but stopped a few meters away from Joan of Arc. He looked at his saint with excitement, pain and disbelief.
female.
"No, I'm dead, literally dead on the stake, Jill."
Buzz.
A blue channel appears in the hall.
Jill couldn't care about anything now: "But, why are you here now? Can't you stay?"
Joan of Arc's body began to emit golden magic particles.
She chose to withdraw and return to the Seat of Heroes.
"That won't do, Jill."
"..." Gil de Rey lowered his head in silence.
He stood up straight and gave a military salute to Joan of Arc who had begun to dissipate.
"Holy Virgin, then, goodbye." He shed tears and solemnly said goodbye.
"Goodbye, Gilles." Joan of Arc waved the French flag and bowed deeply to Gilles. "Both you and I have a long road to walk, so let's say goodbye for now..."
"
As the golden light fell, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt the rupture of the contract and fell silent.
"Hurry up and come through the channel for spirit transfer." Roman said to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"I understand, doctor." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.
The unscrupulous Simonetta took the lead in walking into the channel for the transfer of souls.
Lawrence nodded to Fujimaru Ritsuka, smiled at Camilla, and walked into the channel for the transfer of souls.
The girl with the big shield is waiting at the entrance of the spirit transfer channel.
Fujimaru Ritsuka took Camilla's hand.
Camilla looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"I really... lost to you." She suddenly smiled.
"Then let me see, my Chaldean girl master, let me see how far you can go on the road of saving humanity."
The two looked at each other.
"My goal is the end!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's smile was extremely confident.
Camilla withdrew her gaze, smiled and said nothing, and walked into the channel for the transfer of spirits.
Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at each other and smiled, holding each other's hands, and together, they finally walked into the spirit transfer channel.
Buzz.
All personnel started the spirit transfer, and the entrance was closed.
In the huge palace, there was only one French Marshal, Gilles de Re, who was still kneeling and crying.
However, soon this period of history will collapse, reorganize, and return to what the correct human history should be.