Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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It should be said that it was her own disgust that drove her to this point!

Standing atop the bunker, with wings spread, is a gun-wielding girl with long pink hair and adorable dragon horns.

"Hmph! Surprised? At this time of year, finding a city where there are still human [audiences] is very difficult... Without human [audiences], idols are meaningless, so I won't let you succeed! Laner Idol Servant, Elizabeth Bathory, reporting for duty!"

"Joan of Arc and another Joan of Arc, and I and another me... The world is truly wondrous."

Camilla spoke slowly in a cold voice: "What? Do you, as 'myself,' want to deny your own 'evidence of guilt' and then condemn me?"

"The state of 'me' who has committed countless sins... my true nature and destiny, even the existence I want to destroy no matter what—well, you see it the same way, right? But no matter what... even if I commit sins and become a bloodthirsty being, my nature is not simply to harm and kill—but to become an idol, to sing passionately! I will..."

Elizabeth's voice was strong and confident: "I will sing even harder! To become a world-class international superstar!"

"You bastard, you're truly—unreasonable! What idol? The Blood Countess is your only path to ruin! There's nothing but a bloody hell ahead of you!"

Camilla roared angrily from her throat: "Since you don't understand this principle, then let the girl's innocence be trapped and die in the Iron Maiden!"

—PhantomMaiden!

Fantasy Iron Maiden!

Young Elizabeth refused to become Camilla, and Camilla, in turn, wanted Elizabeth to drown in blood while clinging to her dream of becoming a glamorous idol, so they were absolutely incompatible.

"The moment I saw you, I knew what was going to happen... I don't believe in fate, not even predetermined fate, because—Elizabeth's possibilities are infinite! Infinite!!"

"Therefore, I will bear my sins, but I will never acknowledge your existence! No matter how many times, I will never accept it!"

As a blood-red tornado swirled up, Elizabeth gritted her teeth and declared, "I will defeat you, I absolutely will!"

"Because I am, the Blood Witch—BathoryErzsebet!"

This is her name, her treasure, and her song.

And also, her field!

Everyone in this field needs to hear her singing!

"Everyone, quickly cover your ears!"

Queen Mary quickly reminded her, and then covered her little white ears, which were as soft as jade.

She abandoned her elegant demeanor and shouted loudly.

"That's coming!"

Chapter 33 Joan of Arc: This feels so strange...

What's coming?

Mashu and the white village girl were slightly taken aback, but they still covered their ears as Queen Mary had described.

Then came a sharp, piercing roar from the dragon!

Eliza's voice erupted!

Once she started singing, she became fierce, passionate, and reckless! Elizabeth's voice was like scratching metal, steel plates, or blackboards with fingernails! It was like a wolf gnawing on a bone, or the booming of gongs and drums, making you want to go deaf!

The lingering echo of that dragon's roar, which is so powerful that it can drive people crazy, is something that cannot be heard, described, or defined!

"You bastard! Die! Die! Die!"

"I can't take it anymore! You're so naive, living in a fantasy world, how could you possibly understand the filth and sins of adults! It's time to wake up!"

Camilla was enraged. Her staff, capable of shattering skulls, trembled violently, and a bronze female statue filled with sharp spikes and a bloody aura appeared. This was her own Noble Phantasm called [Iron Maiden of Illusion].

It's said to be a famous torture device Camilla used, but in fact, this is a complete fabrication and slander. She never actually drank blood, nor did she ever use the Iron Maiden.

The innocent monster wants to be executed for his dark past.

When a person becomes ruthless, they can be extremely cruel to themselves, and this applies to both Elizabeth and the other woman. Moreover, to some extent, both the Iron Maiden and the Blood Witch are manifestations of the historical legend of Elizabeth herself.

If we look solely at the direct data from their Noble Phantasm duel, Carmilla is stronger.

but--

Beside her are her companions, and her followers who protect France together.

More importantly, as a radiant teen idol, Elizabeth is definitely not inferior to Camilla!

The Blood Witch shone with a dazzling light, and Elizabeth's soul shone as pure and radiant as gold.

Elizabeth Bathory's destructive impulses did not stem from her inner self, nor were they inherently cruel.

Instead, it was despair and anxiety.

Men will take away her virginity, women will take away her treasures, and even time will take away her beauty.

A vile beast was about to take everything from Elizabeth, and by the time she realized what was happening, it was too late.

She has become an unforgivable, deeply sinful woman.

Camilla unconsciously held back; perhaps, deep down, she also believed that her way of life was extremely ugly.

When the spear tip shattered the Iron Maiden's illusion, the figure of the idolized dragon maiden brushed past the anti-heroic spirit who had fallen into the blood of the Countess.

"Because I [you] don't like you, [the other me]. I don't want to become like you."

Elizabeth lowered her eyes and said firmly.

"...You bastard..."

"How naive..."

"How enviable..."

The white-haired woman's eagle-beak-like mask shattered, revealing a face as beautiful as white jade.

She sighed and then closed her eyes.

boom!

With a loud bang, blood splattered everywhere.

—Berserk Assassin, Camilla, exits the stage.

"This is a victory for the idol!"

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the girl, who seemed to radiate light, spoke these words.

"It's just the two of you left."

Elizabeth turned to look at Vlad III and Dion.

The afterglow of the sunset spilled down, painting the earth in a golden hue before nightfall.

The sounds of explosions and blasts, like cannonballs, raged around the walls of Vokuler.

Fafnir's enormous body lay desperately on the ground, its body reeking of roasted dragon meat.

The dragon, with its tenacious vitality, did not die.

However, it's a bit of a stretch to make it a battlefield.

"Have you... calmed down yet?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath, seemingly speaking to the fallen Jeanne d'Arc Alter, but in reality, she was also speaking to herself. A girl possessing the blood of a true ancestor is bound to lack composure when her blood boils, thus teetering on the brink of berserk.

“哼棋澪飼诌衤三是。”

The dragon witch, her armor shattered, lay on the ground, her fingers digging fiercely into the soil, squeezing a lump of yellow earth into a ball.

She alone couldn't defeat this guy; she was just a hair's breadth away from it.

In terms of strength, she felt she was very, very close.

—However, no matter how much she increases her power, she will always be just a little short.

After all, the support the planet provided to Fujimaru Ritsuka was only slightly stronger than the opponent's, enough to simply defeat them.

"Sorry, it seems I was a little too forceful."

The golden light in Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes slowly faded, and her red pupils refocused. She closed one eye, tiptoed, and revealed a bright smile.

It's normal that she's completely different from before, because this is Fujimaru Ritsuka [human].

"You win. Kill me now. Even in hell, I will curse you."

Jeanne Alter made a gurgling sound in her throat, then gritted her teeth and said.

"Well, don't be in such a hurry. I said I was going to take you to see that mother by the scruff of your neck... Since you don't seem to be the real mastermind, killing you won't make any difference."

"Tch, then I'll—!"

Picking up the sword, it still seemed to retain the warmth of the flames, radiating a scorching aura. This was the residual magical power left over from unleashing the Noble Phantasm.

Rather than be defeated and humiliated, it's better to draw your sword and commit suicide; at least that way you won't suffer the psychological torment.

Her mind was much clearer, but her thoughts were even more chaotic. She had never truly lived, so she wasn't afraid of death, but—

—His arms were trembling.

Black Jeanne steeled her heart and prepared to press the longsword against her snow-white neck.

click!

The razor-sharp blade seemed to be stuck, and hot blood dripped onto Black Jeanne's face like raindrops. The scalding blood and those eyes burned in her heart.

Fujimaru Ritsuka forcefully gripped the sword blade with her bare hands.

"you?!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka braced herself against the ground with one hand and gripped her sword tightly with the other, pinning down Jeanne Alter.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were intimate lovers embracing, or even—taking it a step further.

But that is not the case.

Golden strands of hair fell down, almost touching the other person's cheek.

They could feel each other's intense heat and their breaths.

"Let me go!"

"I won't let go!"

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to keenly sense that there was a hint of grievance in Jeanne Alter's voice.

“You can die after I finish speaking.” Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Jeanne Alter with eyes that seemed capable of burning people to death. “You should be punished, but that’s not the point. Don’t think of using death to escape.”

"What's it to you? You're the victor, yet you want to judge me with that condescending tone? What, don't I even have the right to choose my own life or death?!"

""

“I am not the true Ancestor, but rather a being who was given power by the True Ancestor and became a life form like her. However, even so, I can still use some of her power.” Fujimaru Ritsuka ignored the excruciating pain in her hand and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.

"What are you trying to say? That incomplete True Ancestor power can defeat me... Isn't this just empty boasting?!"

"Jeanne d'Arc Alter said coldly."

"No, I'm telling you the truth."

"the truth?"

“Yes. You may think you will never be deceived or betrayed again, but I must tell you, Gilles de Rais, the one who summoned you, has absolutely deceived you.”

—Are you deceiving me?—

Fujimaru Ritsuka's words made Jeanne Alter's heart skip a beat.

—Impossible, absolutely impossible—

Giles had no reason to deceive me, nor any intention to deceive me. Destroying France was my will, I know that, and he absolutely did not brainwash me.

"Heh, I am the Arbiter. If you're going to spout nonsense about me being brainwashed, you'd better give up. That's absolutely impossible. Or perhaps your vampire little head simply can't understand human matters..."

“Jeanne d'Arc Alter.” Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted her sarcasm, then shook her head.

Why don't you have any memories of your previous life?

"Why didn't you find true satisfaction when you destroyed Orleans?"

"Why is it that even a place name like Dong Remi doesn't resonate with you?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked a series of questions.

Her tone was slow and imposing.