"So that means—"
"The other me really is an Angel."
After listening to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash's account, Jeanne [Alter] became increasingly convinced of this matter.
"Yes."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.
"That Saint Jeanne, who should have been the one judged in Orleans City, received the protection of an Angel right before facing the stake, turning into her current appearance."
"Sorry—"
The young girl raised her head.
"We should have prevented that execution."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's words filled in the final piece of the puzzle regarding the truth of the Singularity.
In the world line where Olga Marie was not saved, Saint Jeanne was executed at the stake.
And it was precisely from that moment that the Grail's intervention led to the birth of Jeanne [Alter], who shouldn't have existed.
The Evil Dragon Hundred Years' War thus kicked off the prelude;
But now—
Because of Olga Marie's survival, the time of the Hundred Years' War Singularity moved forward a distance, arriving at the moment just before Jeanne was to be executed.
The world thus moved towards another possibility.
"This isn't your fault, Ritsuka."
"You guys must have done quite a lot after that to end up sealed in a place like that, right?"
"Yes."
Mash nodded cautiously.
"Senpai and I witnessed the light descending from the sky."
"The Saint on the cross ascended into the sky of Orleans."
"And then—"
Mash hugged her own body, looking like she recalled something extremely terrifying.
"It's okay!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka embraced her good friend's shoulders.
"Ian is with us now. Have you forgotten that he even took down the legendary King Arthur?"
"...T-True."
Mash glanced at Ian, then quickly retracted her gaze.
She continued to supplement the events after that:
"And then, Senpai and I saw those people who originally held torches to judge the Saint start burning themselves."
"This..."
Although she had experienced a similar sensation, Jeanne [Alter] knew this was not normal behavior.
Even she herself only accepted all of this so boldly knowing he would definitely control the entire process.
After all—
Her body had long since belonged to him.
Now, even Jeanne [Alter] understood completely.
"So that's why you two, who weren't affected, were put inside like that—"
"Mn."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, then stroked her chin with a look of concern.
"Um, although it seems a bit impolite to say this now."
"But..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Jeanne [Alter].
"Why do you look so much like her?"
"Because they are both Jeanne," the man directly answered Fujimaru Ritsuka's doubt. "It's just, they are different Jeannes, aren't they?"
"..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at Jeanne, then looked back at Mash, and then clapped her hands, looking like she had another whimsical idea.
"Mash, then can you also turn into two—"
"One holding a shield, one holding a sword!"
"Senpai, that kind of thing is impossible!" Mash immediately denied this possibility. "There is only one of me!"
"You guys really have a good relationship..."
Jeanne [Alter] muttered softly.
"Of course!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka put her hands on her hips.
"Mash is my best friend!"
"Eh, this?"
Recalling the scene before waking up, Mash's expression became somewhat awkward.
However, just at this moment—
Rumble.
The sound of mechanical rotation came from inside the tower.
Immediately after, its outer shell began to fall off layer by layer, smashing onto the ground, creating loud noises one after another.
Shining light converged above everyone as the tower fell apart.
"It is also time to resolve the trouble—"
A massive golden throne condensed into form.
And sitting upon it was a young girl.
She had a similar appearance to Jeanne [Alter], yet on a cognitive level, one could feel "this is absolutely not the same person."
At this moment, she was lying there lazily, supporting her shoulder with one hand.
"Those who dare to judge the ones watched by God, let's eliminate them all at once."
"Wua—"
The girl yawned, as if doing something extremely boring.
But in sharp contrast to this reaction—
The moment her words fell, countless objects resembling floating cannons appeared in the sky above Orleans City.
They interwove together, forming an existence like a wall of light.
"...Don't know if there will be any fish slipping through the net?"
"Forget it, we'll talk about it then—"
"Anyway, those who can make it here should have already prepared themselves for death."
The casual attitude corresponded to a scene that was anything but trivial.
The floating cannons fired scorching beams simultaneously.
Orleans City, which had been completely occupied by giant dragons, turned into a purgatory for the behemoths in just a moment.
The bodies of these colossi were like sheets of white paper before the beams.
"Ughaaaa—"
The miserable screams of the giant dragons echoed in the sky above Orleans City, terrifying and inducing fear.
"Careful!"
Jeanne [Alter] crossed her hands, constantly releasing flames to strike back at those beams.
But she soon discovered that the opponent's heat was far above her own.
Had the other self already become powerful to this degree?
Jeanne [Alter] was just dazed for a moment, and the beams surged in front of her.
"In dangerous times, you absolutely cannot get distracted."
Ian's voice rang out.
Then, Jeanne [Alter] felt herself being pulled over abruptly.
At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash also retreated to the man's side.
Looking at those struggling giant dragons, and the various scorch marks left on the ground after the beams swept past, anyone could realize how perilous the moment was.
Time to make a move—
A black scabbard appeared in the man's hand.
[Slaanesh Avalon]
Since it could even withstand the Spiritron tearing across space-time, then it certainly could now!
Sizzle sizzle—
The scorching beams constantly scratched against the wicked black light, yet to no avail.
Although not the absolute genuine article, Artoria's power obtained sufficient liberation at this moment.
Just like that, after an unknown amount of time—
Orleans City turned into ruins.
The city changed by one person's power now had only curling black smoke remaining.
"They should all be dead, right—"
The girl on the throne yawned.
"Hm?"
Lazy as she was, she noticed Ian's group.
"Unexpectedly... are there still survivors?"
"You, aren't 'Jeanne' at all, are you?"
Ian spoke thus, looking at the opponent high in the sky.
In his hand was the completely shattered [Slaanesh Avalon].
"Even if she destroyed herself, she would absolutely never do such a thing—"
"Hm, yes and no."
"If you want to call me Metatron, that is also your choice."
The girl said so, revealing an indifferent expression.
"Anyway..."
"That will probably be the last name you can speak."
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