The Hundred Years' War between England and France took place nearly a thousand years ago.
In other words, this loli girl who claimed to be Gilles de Rais's friend was almost a thousand years old, old enough to be the ancestor of the vast majority of people in the comment section.
Eriri: "For real? This little sister... ah, no, this old granny has been alive for that long?"
Conan: "Immortality... so such a thing really exists."
Schicksal Overseer: "There are many ways to achieve long life. It is not so strange."
L: "Mr. Overseer, it seems your own identity is quite extraordinary. Is longevity so trivial to you?"
Schicksal Overseer: "Hehe, not at all. I have merely chosen to live on by such means to achieve a certain goal. Once my objective is complete, I will naturally pass away."
In the comment section, L said no more. Honestly, he didn't believe Otto's words. Humans are selfish creatures, and the temptation of immortality was far too terrifying. Even if he had initially chosen longevity for a specific purpose, it was highly likely he had lost sight of his original intentions by now.
But this wasn't the time to dwell on immortality. An ancient witch, nearly a thousand years old with a twisted personality, was a presence that had to be taken seriously, no matter what. No one knew what kind of methods and abilities she possessed.
Aki Tomoya: "It's a lock! A total lock!! In an anime, this person would absolutely be the final boss, the strongest type, too! She wouldn't just be walking sideways, she'd be flying sideways—she could definitely kick Gilgamesh's ass, punch King Arthur, and one-shot Elysia."
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "You... You're really something else, managing to piss off all the most active people in the comments at once."
Kalpas: "I don't care if she flies sideways or walks sideways. If she wants to defeat Elysia, she'd better show some real power. You, boy, you're very confident. If she isn't as strong as you claim, I will personally burn you to ashes—"
After seeing Aki Tomoya's comment, Kalpas of the Previous Era's Flame-Chasers flew into a rage for some reason. Although he was usually in a rage, one-shotting Elysia? Did that mean she could one-shot him too? Hmph—if that was something even Kevin couldn't do, what could some small fry possibly accomplish?
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[In the video, the Sideways-Flying Princess, ah no—Francesca was speechless. He was summoned in the Caster class, so how could he be as irrational as a Berserker?
But, on second thought, from this perspective... isn't this much more interesting?
Although she wasn't Joan, that was the King of Britain, Artoria Pendragon. The legendary Knight King, the Holy King—countless people looked up to her divine and heroic figure.
That valiant posture and strength, that sacred power must be incredibly potent and amusing—
To make such a king fall, to become cinder worse than pig feed... wouldn't that be a fascinating affair?
And that woman who killed Gilles de Rais... although she lacks the sacred aura of King Arthur or Joan, she exudes a nauseating presence from head to toe—
That foul stench was so thick it made one's entire body uncomfortable. Though she had only seen her for a moment, Francesca had unquestionably deemed Elysia an enemy, wishing she could make Elysia fall into complete depravity at once.
Pleasure—this was simply too pleasurable! Which of the two will fall faster? Who will become pig feed first?
The more she thought about it, the more excited Francesca became, as if her entire being was reaching a climax. Such vile thoughts and actions were on par with, if not worse than, the fake Caster's former Master, Ryuunosuke Uryuu.
However... what Francesca hadn't expected was that even after he had completely fallen and a thousand years had passed, her old friend Gilles de Rais could still bring her such a feeling of pleasure.
"Oh my, oh my, oh my—You're right, Gilles! That person is the Saint~~ I was mistaken before! Such a divine presence and power... surely only the Saint herself could possess it!"
The Sideways-Flying Princess leaped excitedly in front of Gilles, her pleasure-filled eyes staring into Gilles de Rais's own eyes, which brimmed with wisdom. The distance between them was small, and Gilles de Rais had not expected such a sharp U-turn in her attitude.
But he couldn't be bothered with that now. He spoke with a self-absorbed madness, "Yes, there is no mistake—to be able to participate in this Holy Grail War is the highest honor for me, Gilles de Rais! Joan, my Saint! I am coming to rescue you now!"
Spouting these crazed words, Gilles de Rais paid no mind to whether his injuries had healed and set off on his own to greet his Saint. Francesca, too, revealed a joyous smile. Just as she was about to make her move, her body suddenly stiffened. An immense magical restraint pressed down on her.
Damn it, this is a warning—is that hidden Caster still watching me? If I were to do anything that deviates from their plan, this body of mine would probably be destroyed in an instant.
That's right, a warning. She had gotten a bit carried away by the enjoyable turn of events, nearly forgetting that when she had almost died at the hands of that old bug, it was that mysterious Caster who had saved her.
Why was she so unlucky? She had only wanted to come to Fuyuki to see an old friend, but the moment she arrived, she ran into a magus who used worm-based magecraft. This physical body was nearly destroyed by him.
She was finally saved by that mysterious Caster, only to escape the wolf's den and enter the tiger's lair—a real one. Without any prior preparations, she couldn't even defeat a magus like that old bug, though her immortality was enough to ensure she survived.
But this Caster was different. He really had a way to kill her. And with his mastery of magecraft, controlling her would be child's play. Unless she had the Prelati's Spellbook in her hands right now, confronting that Caster would mean being annihilated without a trace.
Realizing this, the Sideways-Flying Princess decisively gave up on resisting. That Caster seemed to possess the highest level of Clairvoyance, so rescuing her must have been within the scope of his observations—
Seriously—why would a Servant this game-breakingly powerful appear in the Holy Grail War? This level of magecraft mastery... she had only ever seen it in the master of her masters. But he should still be in that tower, and given his personality, he wouldn't come out, would he?
Artoria and Solomon appearing in the same Holy Grail War... and he can really just sit back and watch...
The immobilized Sideways-Flying Princess thought to herself with indifference—]