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She was stuck.
What is Fufu again?
The small white beast shrank its neck nervously, and non-existent sweat appeared on its forehead.
“Fou-san is Fou-san Desu!” Mashu thumped her hands and explained in a serious tone.
Fufu: Huh!
"Well, we'll find out by reading Fufu's Star Inscription. Maybe it's a new species of squirrel that hasn't been discovered in Antarctica..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka crouched down, preparing to check if there were any relevant records in the Earth Library.
"Ugh...!"
Fou let out a mournful cry, but Joan of Arc seemed to like her very much, so she quickly took her into her hands.
At this moment, Fufu is facing the greatest crisis in the entire Fufu life!
Chapter 26 Joan of Arc Leads the People!
"It's struggling so fiercely, doesn't it like me?"
Joan of Arc had clearly misunderstood.
She watched as Fou struggled in her hands, a posture that mirrored the suffering of the French people.
Mashu shook her head: "I don't know. Back in Chaldea, Fou was only close to me and my senior, and she would occasionally go to see Dr. Roman... but usually she would just go to steal his strawberry cake."
Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator: "When did this happen?! No... wait, although I'm very sorry to interrupt your conversation, but..."
"If it's a flying dragon, then don't say anything, okay?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's train of thought was interrupted, and she frowned slightly in annoyance.
The princess hadn't spoken to her all morning.
I wonder if she's just being stubborn.
Women's hearts are truly hard to understand.
"It's not a flying dragon! It's Ritsuka-chan!"
Dr. Roman's voice was urgent: "Servants! And one of them is a massive individual with a reaction value far exceeding normal energy... It's flying towards the town at an extremely high speed! It's an emergency!"
Before she could hear the weak-willed man's unpleasant voice at the meeting, Joan of Arc looked in Vaucouleur's direction, her expression suddenly enlightened.
"Are they here...?"
"What Raziel said..."
"[Another Me]..."
The timing was far too rushed, as if the other side were genuinely treating the destruction of France as a legitimate cause.
"It seems so, Miss Joan of Arc, your mother is still in that town! We absolutely cannot let it fall!"
Joan of Arc's gaze shifted slightly, and her expression turned grim.
Mashu raised her shield, her previously gentle gaze suddenly turning sharp. "Also, Senpai, let's put Fou's matter aside for now. The important thing right now is Jeanne Alter! We must pull ourselves together and get our spirits up."
"That's right. Now is not the time to dwell on the species of the Fou!"
"Mash, Ritsuka. I'm sorry, but although my request is a bit unreasonable, please lend me your power. At the very least, I can't let Orleans... and France be ravaged by war again."
Jeanne d'Arc extended her hand to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
“Of course, that’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped forward and took the hand of the Saintess of Orleans.
The blazing halo radiated terrifying heat without restraint, like a crown set in the sky, its light scattering throughout the forest.
"Fu~~"
Fufu's figure was bathed in sunlight, and it seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as it let out a soft, sweet voice.
Seriously, I'm lucky to have escaped death.
Soon, the girls disappeared into the forest.
What appeared in the sky above the town was an unprecedentedly huge figure.
Its figure blotted out the sun and sky, its outstretched wings resembled those of a demon from hell, and its ferocious dragon head emitted a terrifying roar.
"Ho ho ho ho ho!!!!"
The evil dragon let out a terrifying roar, its sonic waves spreading wildly, crashing and stimulating everyone's nerves.
Stiff, terrifying... nowhere to escape.
If there is any creature in this world that is the most terrifying, then the people of the Orleans Singularity will tell you with their lives that dragons are absolutely the most terrifying beings in the world!
"Damn it, they're already here! Jeanne Alter!"
The dejected man roared.
The tattered armor was riddled with holes, marked by death and blood. Scars were once a knight's glory, but for La Hire now, they represented only despair.
Lahail.
In Old French, it means anger.
His actual name was Étienne de Aurelius.
Unlike Gilles de Rais, who is quite famous, La Hire is much less well-known, and many people are unaware of his existence. However, he was indeed an excellent commander, and a military commander who assisted Joan of Arc in winning numerous battles, including the Battle of Parthia.
As mentioned before, the Jack of Hearts on French playing cards is based on him.
The others are Charlemagne, Charlo's Knight, and Ogier.
There's also Lancelot, King Arthur's loyal knight.
And the great all-B hexagonal warrior, Hector wielding Durandal.
—Well, she was clearly Joan of Arc's right-hand woman, but she's not as famous as the three mentioned above.
In 1431, Joan of Arc was captured, and he personally led troops to rescue her.
Not only did they fail to rescue him, but they were also captured by the British army.
However, that's all in the past. Now, he's preparing to make a rescue, but he's been driven crazy by the Dragon Witch, especially in Lyon.
Lahail gripped the hilt of the greatsword, staggered to his feet, and looked with a complex expression at the approaching dark dragon and the dark, despairing banner of corruption.
The dragon's terrifying roar was deafening.
"Wait a moment...
Are you really going to fight with this body?!
No, you can't go!
Isabella grabbed Lahail's arm.
The metal plates riveted to Isabella's shoulder blades dug deep into the flesh of her palms.
but,
Do not underestimate the hands and strength of rural women doing farm work, nor should you underestimate the power of the working people.
The phrase "women hold up half the sky" certainly doesn't refer to those CMGs or XXNs, but rather to the great working women of the people.
"Get out of here, you old hag!"
After forcefully shaking off Isabella, Lahail glared at her fiercely, then, with a surge of strength from who knows where, he stubbornly walked step by step toward the outer city wall's fortress.
The clanging sound of armor made my eardrums ache.
"Hurry up and run with those bastards, damn it... stop dawdling!"
"But!"
"I fucking told you to get the hell out of here and run for your life, didn't you hear me! You stupid woman!"
Lahail continued to roar angrily.
He ignored Isabella and continued walking.
Move step by step.
"This day has finally come."
Lahail dragged his greatsword and slowly climbed up the city wall.
He slowly raised the sword to his chest, struggling to straighten his head and chest.
He raised his head.
Facing the enormous demonic dragon in the sky
He screamed in a hoarse voice!
"Joan of Arc! I'm right here!"
"I ran away when you burned Rouen."
"I ran away when you destroyed Lance."
"You conquer Paris, take the king's head, and I'll run away!"
"Then! You destroyed Leon, defeated the legendary dragon slayer, and I still ran away!"
"today!"
"Right here, in this very city where you first raised your army two years ago, in this unremarkable Vokullar—"
"I'm not running anymore!"
La Hire had long since disregarded life and death.
The death of Joan of Arc, the passing of 1, should have been a loss, a source of despair, and a cause of grief for all of France.
This was revenge against them, and he had nothing to say about it.
"Our saint, Joan of Arc! Open your eyes and look! Look at this scorched earth, look at this world of lamentation!"
"What the hell have you done?!"
Lahail's voice was filled with sorrow and indignation as she questioned the black-clad creature:
"Answer me, Joan of Arc, in your hateful eyes, do you still see your homeland and your former comrades?!"
"Who...are you?"
"Never mind, it's just an insect anyway. Destroy this town, Fafnir."
Jeanne Alter simply waved her hand dismissively.
"You...you actually know me?!" Lahail was stunned, her raised hand frozen in mid-air.
"Ha, you're nothing but trash. Do I need to know you?"
Lahail smiled, a smile that was extremely bitter and desperate.
Jeanne Alter didn't know him at all and never took him seriously.
That's truly the arrogance of "It's none of your business if I destroy you."
The scorching dragon flames were like a meteor falling from the sky. With Jeanne Alter's command, the despair of destruction arrived in an instant.
Her gaze reflected the flames of destruction; according to Fafnir, no one had ever survived except for the dragon slayer.
However, at that very moment...
When death arrives, the world changes color.
But then a ray of light appeared!
In contrast to the black flag, the white holy flag was raised high atop the city wall!
A resolute voice, and a ray of hope.
At this critical moment!!
The Girl from Orleans!
Joan of Arc transformed into a dazzling ray of light!
Everyone looked up at the towering figure guiding the people!