Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"A beverage?! Leonardo developed something like this... And how did my lovely Mash become a Dead Apostle?! How am I supposed to write a report about this?!"

Dr. Roman's wailing echoed in the control room.

Instead, Mashu responded with some anger:

"Dr. Roman, the senior's heart to save humanity is genuine. We cannot deny her heart to save humanity just because she is the True Ancestor."

"In my opinion, my predecessors were more human than anyone else."

"I...I understand, Mashu! Don't be angry. I just think the report is a bit difficult to write. After all, it's better not to let too many people know Fujimaru Ritsuka's identity. This is also to protect her."

"Well, that's pretty much it."

Mashu nodded in satisfaction.

Dr. Roman could only weep, saying that his little darling, whom he had raised for so long, was finally starting to leak air.

The True Ancestor and the Dead Apostle holding hands, tirelessly striving to save humanity... it does sound somewhat distorted and awkward.

A true ancestor, undeterred by hardship, arrived at Chaldea, making the salvation of humanity her own mission...

What a noble golden spirit!

But it doesn't really matter, since it's said that the head of the Atlas Academy, Sion's adoptive father, [Zybia Eltnam Atlasia], is actually a Dead Apostle and a [benevolent person] dedicated to saving humanity.

Um... but don't worry about how the incident happened.

After all, the Atlas Academy contains seven super-powerful weapons capable of destroying the world!

Seven items!

There are seven items in total!

However, since Chaldea also uses a lot of advanced technology from the Atlas Institute, it's best not to speak ill of them.

Fujimaru Ritsuka tasted Da Vinci's special drink. It was sweet with a rusty flavor, somewhat like some kind of oral liquid.

"It would be great if it could be made into cola flavor."

Fujimaru Ritsuka downed her drink in one gulp, then wiped the sticky residue from the corners of her mouth.

“Then I’ll just tell Da Vinci next time,” Mashu replied, downing her drink in one gulp, the slight flush on her face instantly fading away.

At this moment, the little white beast, without anyone noticing, climbed up Mashu's soft, fleshy shoulder, then kicked its little legs and took over the top of her head, sticking its tiny nose up towards the sky like a wolf.

She let out a scream of "Fu~~".

"Is Fufu nervous?!"

Mashu's expression hardened, and she instantly switched into battle mode.

Dr. Roman: "Sorry, hostile life form reaction. I was only halfway through my sentence when the wyvern arrived!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted her teeth and then crushed the can.

damn it.

Don't rudely insert battle scenes like that, you bastard!

Chapter 23 Jeanne Alter has arrived, and another town is about to fall!

"The guy who interrupted my conversation with Mashu... death penalty!"

This is the squad leader of a bipedal wyvern.

A brown, bipedal dragon, flapping its wings dozens of meters in the air and preparing to attack the tiny humans on the ground, roared as it swooped down, and then it saw the most unforgettable scene of its dragon life.

Suddenly, the blonde girl leaped high into the air, her fist blazing with furious resentment, and smashed the head of a green dragon into a shattered watermelon.

It seems the most dangerous thing to do in France is to cosplay as Louis XVI. The good news, though, is that you don't have to worry about hair care anymore.

Tearing a flying dragon apart alive?!

Does such a place really exist? This can't be a joke, it has to be a joke!

Fujimaru Ritsuka was indeed filled with rage.

After all, she was hit by the moon while she was sleeping, and her brain was filled with a lot of knowledge that was not something she should know at her age. She was very annoyed, so naturally she wouldn't give a good look to the small fry that bothered her.

However, there was one thing that still bothered Fujimaru Ritsuka.

This is the Orléans region of France in 1431. Logically, it should be a life-or-death struggle between humans, so the appearance of a large number of dragons is quite puzzling.

"Now that things have come to this, let's look at the strategy guide."

After tearing apart the last wyvern by hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka gently wiped the dragon blood off her hands and made a suggestion.

"Strategy guide, you mean...?"

Roman slapped his forehead in realization: "I see. It's said that the True Ancestors were elves from the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars, and some of them possessed the ability to read Earth's information and then analyze and organize it to glean the intelligence they wanted. Is this the ability you're talking about?"

"Yes."

"Then, can we also read about the Demon God Pillar?"

"That probably won't work."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head: "Theoretically, I am currently in a singularity and can only read information related to the singularity. If the Demon Pillars appear, I can only read the information they left behind when they were operating in the singularity."

"That's a real shame." Dr. Roman sighed dejectedly. "If only we could have taken this opportunity to find out who was behind Rafe and the reasons for the extinction of mankind."

"Yes, it would be great if we could find out who was behind this directly."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in agreement.

That's right.

Chaldea currently possesses very little information, only knowing that Lev and the person behind him wiped out humanity. The person's true identity appears to be Florence, one of Solomon's seventy-two demon pillars, who orchestrated a large-scale incineration of humanity, causing the entire world's population to vanish without a trace.

And what followed were seven anomalies that threatened human history.

These seven anomalies are important turning points in human development. If they are not repaired and allowed to pollute the course of human history, then humanity will have neither a past nor a future.

Therefore, in order to reclaim humanity's future, Fujimaru Ritsuka embarks on a journey with Mashu to save humanity.

Unlike the princess, Fujimaru Ritsuka cannot retrieve the records she wants from the intricate Star Marks; she can only find the information she needs by searching for keywords.

Upon learning this, Dr. Roman suddenly became very excited!

"That's great! Let's search for Magical Merry! Let me think... let's find out when Merry-chan's next live stream is. I can't wait to see her..."

"doctor!"

Dr. Roman was initially overjoyed to indulge his desires, but was then scolded by the angry, fuzzy-haired Mashu.

"This is clearly a very important matter, how can you make such a joke now! Senior, every time you read the Star Inscription, it consumes a lot of mental energy, please provide the correct search terms!"

Mashu angrily slammed her shield.

"Sorry, sorry... Let me think of a search term... Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc should be quite famous during this period, so I'll search for Jeanne d'Orc..."

“No, Doctor.” Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Hoshino-Ming: “There are too many people with this name. Although the Joan of Arc we are familiar with is very famous, this kind of common name should be very common.”

"I see, it was my oversight."

Dr. Roman understood instantly.

Just like the name Solomon, when it is specifically referred to, everyone knows that Solomon refers to King Solomon, the wise king of Israel. But in fact, there are many people in the world named Solomon.

Just like the Chinese name "Zhang Wei," the Japanese name "Tanaka," the English name "George," the Arabic name "Mohammed," the Portuguese name "João," and the Spanish name "Philip," you can easily come up with a whole bunch of names just by calling them out.

"To be more precise, she was Joan of Arc, the French national heroine, who was born in Don Rémy, Orléans, canonized in 1920, and burned at the stake."

"You should have said that earlier, then everything would have been fine."

Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes, then gritted her teeth and began searching.

The Star Records flashed before her eyes, like a rushing river stretching forward. All the records of human birth and death at this singularity flickered before Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes, as if she were observing a brilliant starry sky at night.

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"What's wrong, senpai?" Mashu asked.

"Were there two Joan of Arcs in history?" Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned.

She clearly saw two chains of star inscriptions that were similar but not entirely alike, and the entries were indeed related to the saintess. It was even more impossible for one to be a follower and the other to be the saintess herself, because according to historical records, Joan of Arc was not only not alive, but her ashes had already been burned to ashes.

Indeed, Bishop Pierre Cochrane hated Joan of Arc with a passion. He not only burned Joan of Arc at the stake, but also set fire to her ashes after they had been burned, truly wanting to ensure that Joan of Arc would die without a burial place. Literally, he wanted to ensure that the French could not even find Joan of Arc's ashes.

However, this is actually unnecessary.

Because of this point in time, the French are not grateful to Joan of Arc.

"I can roughly deduce that there is a Jeanne d'Arc who was recently summoned, with very few records, and is currently moving towards a city in the northwest." Fujimaru Ritsuka found a relatively short star inscription and began to trace it back.

"Just summoned, which means... the already sacrificed Joan of Arc was likely summoned in two different forms. This must be a newly summoned Joan of Arc! Looks like there's a chance to fool... no... win over the newly-minted, green Joan of Arc, Ritsuka!"

Dr. Roman was in high spirits.

"Although what the doctor said was harsh, we really should take action now, Master!"

Mashu was equally eager to try, her face clearly showing anticipation.

"Meeting a historical figure is a rare experience. Senior, what kind of person was Joan of Arc?"

The girl developed curiosity and admiration for this saintly woman who saved the country. Upon seeing Mashu like this, Fujimaru Ritsuka made a decision without hesitation.

That is to head to the city of Vokuler, the destination of the saintly woman who saved the country at this moment.

News of Lyon's fall spread quickly, and the entire Orleans region was shrouded in the shadow of dragons and fire; no one knew when the city would be destroyed.

The lord who was defending the city had long been conscripted to fight on the front lines, but judging from the current situation, his chances of survival were slim.

This was the city where Joan of Arc first raised an army, so it naturally evokes a sense of sorrow.

Swarms of dark, bipedal wyverns began their relentless invasion of the town. The defending soldiers gripped their battle axes and spears with trepidation, but faced with monsters that devoured people like snacks...

There is no way to win!

Civilians without armor are like QQ candies, while soldiers in armor are like crunchy sharks.

"Ah...it's over, it's over! Joan of Arc is coming, the dark Joan of Arc is coming, another town is about to fall!"

His hoarse voice choked with sobs.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the entire Vokulir.

"Joan of Arc has returned from hell, seeking revenge against those who abandoned her. She will kill us! She has fallen and become a witch!!!"

A wounded French knight, having escaped the battlefield of Lyon, raised his hands and leaned against the inner city wall.

"Who is this guy?"

"I don't know, but it looks like a knight from a big city."

"My God, how did I end up in such a sorry state?"

"have no idea..."

A few people gathered around the disheveled and dirty knight, whispering among themselves.

However, the fallen knight, his rusty armor, and his dejected heart had long since become cold and indifferent.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, not handsome at all, and even looked fierce, the kind of person you wouldn't want to mess with.

Such people possess the pride of knights and nobles, daring to fight and kill on the battlefield, but at the same time showing no mercy to ordinary people. They will never let those who are ungrateful go unpunished.

"It's all over. Paris has fallen... Reims is destroyed... Lyon has been burned to the ground."

"It's over, France is doomed!"

The middle-aged man spoke dejectedly, his eyes empty and blank, filled with despair and helplessness. The cold sword was beside him, but he couldn't lift it at all.

The long sky, why is it less than me?

We can no longer expel the British and restore France.

Joan of Arc, Rhys, Santella...

It seems that God's punishment for me has arrived.

Lord, the fires of hell have judged France guilty; take my life now.

Why did even a saintly woman fall into the clutches of the devil?!

"Senior, that person seems to have revealed some very important information!"

Mashu, who was passing by, pointed at the down-on-his-luck knight and said to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "I heard this guy talking about Joan of Arc. I think he must know something."