Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The main hall inside the Golden Demon City was still quite spacious. Even without the concept of space folding, it was enough to accommodate several thousand people for a ball.

In this vast hall, Joan of Arc, kneeling in the center below, stood out so conspicuously, completely exposed—without any room to hide her gaze.

This, undeniably, creates more psychological pressure for the individuals involved.

The tranquility was broken by the sounds of the night, and the enigmatic and otherworldly king on the throne suddenly chuckled: "Is that so? Do I possess the charm to attract the Virgin Saint? How delightful! The admiration of the Flower of France is something even the gods would envy!"

He made no attempt to hide his admiration for Joan of Arc's beauty, after all, the night is the night itself, a god who freely releases his humanity, obsessions, and ego.

The god he created was never some overly divine being devoid of desire, cold and ruthless like a cold machine.

That which is less life and more a concept, where even the existence of self is blurred, is by no means the choice of 'human beings'.

Therefore—nothing is absolutely impossible about him. Night is not as lofty and untouchable as these heroic spirits imagined, but in a certain sense, his power and greatness are indeed something they can never reach.

This means that even though the Holy Maidens know that Ye has descended in 'human' form, or even as an absolute evil demon king with many companions in mythology, the barrier they still dare not cross is not entirely due to the extraordinary nature of Ye himself.

At the same time, it is also the forbidden line they dare not cross in their hearts, the mountain of self-restraint they dare not climb.

Until—just now, those ambiguous words from last night, words that were unfathomable yet kept replaying in my mind.

God—was not angry?

It even seems to have praised Joan of Arc's beauty?

The Flower of France—!

A sudden commotion erupted among the saintesses below, their faces flushed, and their bodies tensed. "Huh?! What does God mean?"

That can't be right, can it? It can't be what they're thinking, can it?

It was simply a matter of compassionate forgiveness and praise. If they were to misinterpret God's will and believe that God also had designs on Joan of Arc, that would be utterly sinful!

Joan of Arc herself was now burning up, stunned by the enormous impact, and her legs involuntarily clenched and rubbed together.

The Flower of France? How could she, an ordinary village girl, deserve such a title?

A huge sense of shame overwhelmed her. Normally, she would feel ashamed and deny it when ordinary people called her that. Now, the impact of this praise, which was even recognized by God, was even greater!

After all, the importance and sacredness of the Lord in her heart were completely different!

The shock was so immense that she instantly forgot about the 'acquaintance' (old friend) Ye had mentioned earlier.

What old friend is more important than this moment?

Big Eyes: Ahhhhhhh!

Chapter 141 Listening to God preach the distorted scriptures of an external god, the terrified believers were on the verge of losing their composure!

The marshal thought it was fake, but it could also be real.

(Even though he didn't know what had happened, as if his radar and intuition had kicked in, at this very moment, the Marshal, who was still in Fuyuki City, suddenly felt an excruciating pain, as if he was about to lose something important.)

Overwhelmed with grief, Big Eyes burst into a frantic wail: "Waaaaah! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh—Joan of Arc!! My beautiful Saintly Joan of Arc!"

Although I don't know what happened, I just have a feeling that something must have happened to Joan of Arc! Crying is the right thing to do!

……

In the Golden Castle, at night: "Gilsterdrace—the last Servant to respond to this Holy Grail War, descends as Caster."

Joan of Arc finally recovered from her embarrassing moment. Hearing the familiar name of her friend, she was initially pleased, never expecting to have the chance to meet him again in this way in another world. But—

Wait, Caster? Jill shouldn't be descending as a Caster-class Servant!

In Joan of Arc's eyes, the marshal should still be a sword-class knight.

But—the next moment, a story about Bluebeard—about Gilles de Rais, the French Marshal, and Joan of Arc, the famous Saint, and how she was so wicked after her death, appeared in the minds of the heroic spirits below.

Joan of Arc, looking at those appalling and cruel histories, found herself with tears streaming down her face.

She was a girl who would evoke compassion even in complete strangers suffering in a foreign land.

With this gentle heart, she would respond without hesitation to anyone who wanted to ask for help or needed assistance. If there was bread, she would smile and say that she had already eaten and was not hungry when she was hungry, and then endure her hunger alone to share her only food with others.

She didn't consider herself a great saint, nor did she expect to save the world, unlike some extreme saints—she didn't harbor any grand ambitions or ideals to save all mankind; she was simply a kind-hearted girl willing to do good deeds in the present moment.

Giles's actions after his death, which were like those of a madman, caused her both heartache and remorse.

She was the one who caused Giles to become like this, and the people Giles killed also filled her with a deep sense of guilt.

She did not hate the marshal because of this, but she also grieved for the children who died tragically and felt that she should do something - so she would personally end her former friend who had become a heretic!

"My king—please allow me to handle this matter personally…!"

Night: "What are you planning to do?"

Joan of Arc: "I'd like to ask him a few things first..."

Yes, she was eager to know how Jill, who used to love children so much, had become like this.

Just because of his own death?

Was her death such a blow to Jill? She felt deeply guilty for turning Jill into this state.

Night: "Really? If it were you, he'd probably be able to 'understand human speech'."

Joan of Arc: "You understand—human language?"

Night: "That's right—after he fell into evil, he could no longer hear any 'voices.' It wasn't just madness, but a deeper level of self, a strengthened will."

"Once he became an anti-hero, his former glory became insignificant. In the face of his obsession, nothing else mattered, and he was too lazy to discuss right and wrong with others."

What difference does it make whether the heroes agree or not?

They didn't care at all even if their former comrades, friends, or relatives were in front of them.

He extinguished humanity, yet he was not truly devoid of humanity. Deep within his heart lay a trace of the most insane and persistent humanity—that of Joan of Arc.

If Joan of Arc wished, Gilles de Rais, even in the form of Bluebeard, could become an extremely incorruptible saint, simply because that saint wished.

He only needs to be Joan of Arc's protector and hero.

He never felt romantic love for Joan of Arc, but something much purer, like the King of Knights' feelings for the Knights of the Round Table.

The saintess is the salvation of the marshal's gloomy life; she is his faith.

When this faith dies, it is only when someone who once believed in God as deeply as Joan of Arc later despises Him, even going so far as to seek the power of external gods to blaspheme against the gods in heaven.

Of course—Bluebeard didn't care why King Arthur was so angry and devastated during World War IV, because that wasn't the real Joan of Arc.

Do you really think the marshal couldn't tell the difference between Joan of Arc and King Arthur? Putting aside the fact that the frequent jokes have diminished people's perception of the difference, their fighting styles, tone of voice, weapons, and even their temperament and appearance are all very different.

Although they all have the same spiky face, Joan of Arc's appearance is quite different from the others.

In the end, it was just the marshal deceiving himself all along, hoping, even if it was a lie, that 'Joan of Arc' had truly been resurrected.

But this time, although Joan of Arc was resurrected, she returned to the embrace of the god in his heart, who had betrayed the saintess, and even fell in love with... God!?

That cold-hearted man could never understand love; that woman was far from a good match in his eyes.

To the marshal, it was like his innocent, kind, and obedient daughter, whom he had raised for so many years, had been taken away by the most hated ghost fire boy—no, calling him a ghost fire boy wasn't quite right.

He was kicked away by that real old man, who was many years older than him.

How could this not drive him to despair, how could he not be furious?!

Joan of Arc's gaze hardened: "Last time at the Singularity, we didn't have time to say much to him before we both left. This time—I will thoroughly correct his mistakes and, after punishing him, return to apologize to you!"

That's right, Joan of Arc wanted to apologize. She believed that she was already guilty, and the reason she didn't apologize immediately was because she couldn't do nothing. Since she was the one who caused the problem, she should be the one to solve Gilles' problem.

Night: "Interesting... Do you consider yourself guilty? But whether you are guilty or not is not up to you to decide, but up to me. Those otherworldly texts compiled by the Outer Gods seem to enjoy promoting the idea that humanity is guilty."

"Distorting mythological classics and arbitrarily rewriting stories. Humans born from Eve's union with Satan because she could not resist temptation are born to atone for their sins—if you harbor similar thoughts, such as 'This matter is related to me,' or 'Even if I have not personally committed a great sin, I still want to atone for the sins of that French marshal,' I do not acknowledge that such twisted goodwill is sinful."

This kind of evil is not pure at all.

As an absolute evil, he is only interested in punishing the greatest evils. God has no interest in or desire to comfort the petty anxieties of a young girl's mind.

Moreover, he was not the dove that gave Jeanne d'Arc the revelation from the Moon World, nor has he ever admitted to that.

At this moment, the biblical spirits below were filled with fear upon hearing the words of the night.

Chapter 142 Jeanne Alter: Has this world finally gone mad?! Stay away from me!

Heretical and wicked gods—deviant foreign gods who distort the classics, or even false gods from abroad.

If one were to walk on earth and merely hear such remarks or discuss these stories, it would surely invite the judgment of the Inquisition. Even the most good-natured saint would be deeply disgusted and sternly rebuke them.

However—it is that person himself who is now speaking about this, and the heroic spirits below do not even dare to utter a word of rebuke.

God said that he even seemed to find this kind of fabrication quite interesting.

No—it's definitely not 'funny,' it's all in their imagination.

How can you presume to know God's thoughts like that?

Actually, Ye really found the stories these Outer Gods adapted for their descent quite interesting.

The Grand Temple of Time has just been completed here, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who just returned from the Lostbelt, won't immediately activate the Lostbelt's timeline.

There are also several singularities created by the escaped Demon Pillars that need to be conquered, including a storyline related to the Outer Gods—the Salem Singularity.

The outer gods of the Moon World cannot enter the inner universe. In order to descend, they can only continuously select certain individuals as descendants, attempting to descend through physical bodies.

The so-called Outer Gods are naturally the gods of the Khrushchev system.

However, unlike the pure description of the Crusader type, the Crusader type in the Moon World is naturally modified.

If it were truly a Kelvin-type, the gods of this world, given their strength, would have been corrupted long ago.

The universe of the Type-Moon world is divided into the inner universe and the outer universe.

The Big Bang blew the outer universe out to the outside, creating the observable universe within 138 billion light-years, which is the inner universe.

That is, the universe itself in the usual sense.

The inner universe—the unknowable part beyond 138 billion light-years—is considered the world outside the universe.

The Cretan gods of the lunar world live in this unobservable universe, but you can't say they don't exist.

According to this world's narrative, the mythological stories depicted by the authors of the Kreece series happen to contain elements that correspond to great beings of higher dimensions and dimensions in the outer universe.

This led to some kind of connection, making it possible for the Outer Gods to descend upon this world. They constantly attempted to invade and descend upon it, but they basically failed repeatedly and their record was embarrassingly low.

This is completely different from the way Night directly crosses worldviews and descends from a distant, real other universe.

Even if he is only at the level of a single universe, the value of this single universe level is far greater than that of gods in many other works whose settings are beyond the heavens.