I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

The black sword points towards the past, specifically to the Black Jeanne.

Hatred?

Hatred.

Even now, she still harbors resentment towards France and the country that betrayed the saint.

But, just because of this reason, is she going to waste everything she has here?

If that's the case, then as a Servant, she won't be able to continue.

"Even as an avenger, there is no reason to stop here. Even if the road ahead is to hell... the path of revenge through mountains of corpses and seas of blood... this is also the rebirth of revenge and hatred!"

Now, she wants to do it for that person.

No, it's about being with that person, even if only for a moment, moving forward together.

A proud and aloof girl would never say such a thing.

The fiery hell blooms in the air, burning in turn the spirit of Black Jeanne.

The stinging pain, the repeated burning at the stake, reminded Chiguro Jeanne of the despair of falling into the flames of purgatory.

"No...this flame...I don't want to experience it again!"

"Isn't it enough to experience this kind of thing just before you die?"

"Jill... help me..."

Chihei Zhen, for the first time in her short life, felt immense fear and tension.

The fear and despair she brought to all of France were now being returned to the evil dragon saintess without mercy.

You country bumpkin, how can you be so cruel to your past self?!

Emiya-senpai back then... well, Emiya-senpai seemed even more ruthless back then.

However, I always felt that the opposing Jeanne Alter had a bit of a Calicut vibe, a kind of demonic aura.

"Phew, that feels much better."

"It's better to eliminate this kind of shadowy dark history from her."

"But as expected of me, my ability to protect myself is not bad."

......

"Although I don't quite understand, thank you for coming to help us in time... my other self."

Joan of Arc, dragging her somewhat weary body, sincerely thanked Jeanne Alter.

"If you hadn't come, I don't know what I would have done."

......

This guy is the kind of person who would say something like that.

Jeanne Alter curled her lip in disdain, then rolled her eyes as usual.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to save you."

"It was just a coincidence that my Master summoned me here. Don't act all grateful. That only disgusts me, understand?!"

Joan of Arc smiled: "Anyway, thank you, my slightly dark-skinned self."

"I told you, stop pretending to thank me!"

Jeanne Alter stomped her foot, becoming agitated.

"Um... I'm sorry, Jeanne d'Arc, this is just her personality, please don't mind. She's participating in the battle as her Master's Servant this time."

Mashu quickly apologized.

“I know, I know, she’s such a sweet and adorable girl, Mary likes her too,” the Little Cake Queen said, bouncing around.

"What nonsense are you spouting... I was just a Servant of my Master, and I only did what I was forced to do!"

"Thank you so much, Alt. Your presence has been a huge help."

Gudako sat up abruptly. Heaven knows how an ordinary person could draw magic power and summon magic like nothing happened.

"Are you an idiot? After humiliating me like this, you turn around and thank me... Seriously, are you out of your mind? You must be out of your mind."

Despite saying that, Jeanne Alter still felt embarrassed.

"What an adorable love-struck fool! Just Mary's type. Since I can't have that [Dragon Witch], I'll just stick close to you."

The little cake wanted to give Jeanne Alter a hug.

"Don't touch me, you fragile queen! I... I have no interest in that! Or I'll burn you!"

Suddenly, all the Servants gathered around Jeanne Alter and started chattering away.

"Different classes, but they seem to be the same Heroic Spirit... Fujimaru Ritsuka, that's really unexpected."

Ophelia tried to use her magic eye to get through the crisis several times, but each time the crisis seemed to be resolved in time, and even the small, dilapidated fortress remained intact.

Whether it's Mash's combat strength, Jeanne Alter and Saber Alter, or her abilities as a Master... Fujimaru Ritsuka is not necessarily worse than the members of Group A.

"That's truly an excellent Servant... But speaking of which, didn't that black-clad Jeanne d'Arc from earlier have a wicked dragon as her mount? Where's it protecting its master...?"

When Napoleon raised his questions, the enormous dragon suddenly knelt down.

"Yoshi yoshi, you're such a good boy. This is a dorayaki with red bean paste filling. I swiped it from some cold-blooded woman. If you don't eat it, I'll burn you to death."

She's so gentle with small animals.

Jeanne Alter stroked the dragon's forehead; this mythical evil dragon was now like a docile little lamb.

The owner of that black dog just now actually used me as a shield.

It must be a fake owner.

Therefore, after Jeanne Alter was blasted away by Jeanne Alter, Fafnir suddenly submitted to the true Dragon Witch.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: When Salieri Meets Mozart

The Berserker Servants were now almost completely exhausted.

The battle between the two groups was like a small-scale red-black war that had just taken place.

Although the opposing Servant is quite strong, almost none of them are dedicated to working for Jeanne Alter, especially D'Eon and Martha. One quickly slacked off and went offline, while the other got carried away with Mash.

The vampire only wants to fight beautiful girls [vampire].

Then they'll start fighting amongst themselves.

Jeanne Alter: How could I have summoned this bunch of idiots?

"So what should we do with these Servants? Should we make them leave the stage?"

Ophelia looked at the half-crippled Servants lying on the ground.

"Although it's a bit cruel, there's nothing we can do about it. They do indeed still have the berserk contract with the [Dragon Witch]."

Joan of Arc said with some reluctance.

"In the name of the Lord, let them all be freed."

Servant battles are indeed life-or-death struggles.

Although they were acting on orders from Shakuro Sadakazu, they were indeed executioners stained with blood.

Keeping them around will only plunge more French people into a desperate disaster.

Camilla: "Are you kidding me? How can you just... just leave like that!"

"I'm sorry, it seems you've been abandoned here as expendable pawns. Send them on their way, Archer."

Ophelia gave the order to her servant.

"Received, Your Majesty Ophelia."

"So please stop calling me Your Majesty!"

.......

"Did I lose... His Majesty the Emperor of France, Her Majesty the Queen of France, Her Majesty the Saint of France... and the genius musician... In that sense, my loss wasn't entirely unjust."

The Grand Duke has come to terms with it.

Even the berserk Grand Duke had not completely lost his mind.

......

Martha nodded to the crowd.

"You guys are really strong, somewhat unexpectedly so. Especially Mashu and that other gentle 'Dragon Witch' lady..."

"What a gentle and excellent Master you are. I have nothing to say about being defeated by you. However, I will help you if you need my help."

Mashu bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Miss Martha."

Martha smiled happily.

"My spear will also transform into your sharp blades when summoned," the Grand Duke said nonchalantly.

"Then I'll leave it to you all. If there's a chance, let's meet again, everyone," Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.

Dion showed a hint of sadness: "I'm very sorry... If I can fight alongside the Queen of France and His Majesty the Emperor next time... I will definitely... do my best."

"Please, punish the traitors."

Dion confessed.

"...I have not seen you commit any acts of treason. I'm sorry, Dion, I'm sorry, everyone."

Napoleon loaded the cannonballs.

Camilla exits the stage.

Vlad III exits the stage.

[Dion] exits the stage.