Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Luo Zhen could see her anger.

The Holy Maiden is, after all, a Holy Maiden (duh).

Although she was well aware that this was merely a mental landscape, an inherent barrier, and that the disaster-stricken people and those warships were all manifestations of magic.

Even so, the tragedy that had occurred before her eyes was unforgivable, and Joan of Arc's righteous indignation had reached the heavens.

But Luo Zhen stopped her.

"Let me say a few words first." Luo Zhen hesitated for a moment. "I can guess who the Heroic Spirit here is. He's a very unfriendly opponent to you."

"So you don't have to go. I'll handle this myself, you just wait here..."

"Master, what do you take me for?!" Jeanne was truly furious.

Her eyebrows were raised, and her soft and sweet face was now full of power, making Luo Zhen almost forget the infatuated look she had shown in his arms the night before.

"I am your follower! Your believer! Your weapon!" she emphasized again and again. "Is there any enemy in this world that I cannot fight for you and for justice?!"

"At this moment, if you say we should kill, then even if it's a god, I can kill it for you!"

Joan of Arc was very serious and uttered the highest level of oath for a devout believer.

It was precisely because this word slipped out that it caught the attention of the owner of this mental landscape world.

"[…God?]"

Luo Zhen heard the drawn-out, comical voice, like that of a circus clown.

There's no escaping it now.

Luo Zhen wanted to protect Joan of Arc's heart, so he intertwined his fingers with hers.

He shouted at the evil god-like monster in front of him, which was constantly radiating a mind-numbing aura: "Come out, Marshal Gilles de Rais."

"Come and see the saintess you've always wanted to see. She no longer believes in the god you speak of."

“Gil… ah?!” Joan of Arc understood everything now.

Gilles de Rais, Marshal of France, was Joan of Arc's most steadfast supporter and follower.

In Orléans—the birthplace of Joan of Arc (?)—Gil, appointed as Joan of Arc's chief bodyguard, fought alongside her to liberate the city and escort the Prince of France to his coronation as king.

But this very same Grand Marshal, who steadfastly supported Joan of Arc and had rendered meritorious service to the emperor, became extremely depraved after Joan's death, indulging in alchemy and black magic, and murdering a large number of innocent children, thus becoming the prototype for the dark fairy tale "Bluebeard".

It is said that he was even swindled out of a large sum of money by a fraudster who claimed to be the "resurrected saint," and he was obsessed with resurrecting Joan of Arc, who was betrayed by his own side, and denouncing the injustice of the country, the people, and God.

It wasn't until ten years later, after such a desecrated life, that he was denounced by other nobles who coveted his property, and his territory and wealth were quickly divided up.

Joan of Arc certainly had the knowledge to know the general events that her comrade-in-arms had experienced after her death.

No wonder Luo Zhen didn't want to face him; Joan of Arc was instantly moved to tears!

"Master, you love me so much... I love you too!"

"Rest assured, I will not show any mercy just because I'm dealing with Jill! His downfall is indeed pathetic and lamentable, but precisely because of that, I am determined to personally punish him..."

"Ah. Please wait a moment, Holy Maiden," the voice said.

That clown-like, drawn-out tone suddenly became serious.

Then, under the subtle gazes of Ryougi and Jeanne, the whole world was put on pause.

The crashed fighter jet remained frozen in mid-air, the houses that had been thrown into the air and the screaming civilians came to an abrupt end, creating an incredibly bizarre scene.

Only the enormous sea monster in the Weiyuan River was still writhing, tearing a rift in its center.

A tall, thin man with a hunched back emerged from the crowd, staring at the two with dead fish eyes that seemed to be bulging out of their sockets.

(Height 196cm)

"How disgusting!" Joan of Arc shuddered. "Gil, you've become so disgusting! Although your eyes were already frighteningly large, they're even more repulsive now!"

"I'm sorry, I really can't hold back anymore. Just go die already! I'll send you back to God right now!"

"Wait." This time it was Luo Zhen who stopped her.

Joan of Arc's sacred sword was already halfway drawn when Rōjin forcefully pushed it back down.

Luo Zhen was very surprised: "Gildre, you still retain your rationality?"

"Can you recognize me and Joan of Arc?" he asked.

"Yes, of course." Bluebeard said calmly.

The marshal jumped off the sea monster's tentacles, clutching the human skin magic book he used to perform magic.

The two sides maintained a distance of ten meters and conducted a conversation that was completely devoid of any tension (Joan of Arc didn't smell of barbecue either).

"I am fully aware of my current state," Bluebeard said without blinking. "My spirit origin has been modified, used as a vessel to infuse evil magic. Therefore, I am confined to this small world, repeating meaningless slaughter."

"[Is this a case of two negatives making a positive, or is it just boredom that pulled me out of the story, or perhaps it's the magic book my best friend Prierati gave me that protected my mind? In any case, I understand perfectly well that I'm being used as a tool to destroy the world.]"

“That’s truly remarkable.” Luo Zhen nodded. “I really underestimated you, Mr. Gil. Well then, it makes things easier. Would you be willing to commit suicide and die, so we can save ourselves the trouble of fighting?”

"Hmm~" The fish-eyed monster stroked his chin noncommittally.

Jeanne d'Arc was completely baffled by this exchange; what was her Master thinking?

Gil looked back and forth between Luo Zhen and the saintess beside him.

Looking back and forth.

I've seen a lot.

"I have a question for you," the marshal asked. "Was it you who turned our great saintess into a woman?"

"Yes, that's right, it's me." Luo Zhen was very proud.

"…(ο€€€€д€€)??"

Joan of Arc looked bewildered, not understanding what the two people meant.

Then, Bluebeard took a deep breath.

His tall, hunched body slowly turned over, very slowly but smoothly, full of a sense of life.

He resembled the head on a spiral drill made of oranges, gazing up at the sky with his mouth wide open.

"【€€€€Sparashi~!!!】"

The marshal suddenly went mad!

He's gone mad!!!

Gilles de Rais stared wide-eyed and stuck out his tongue in a frenzy.

Those two enormous eyeballs can stand guard and keep watch, looking in different directions! What an amazing acrobatic feat!

He was laughing maniacally: "[The Holy Maiden, our great Holy Maiden—she's become a mortal! Hahahaha~!]"

"[She said she could slay a god for the one she loves! She said she could fight any enemy for her beloved Master!]"

"【Is there anything more blasphemous than this?! Is there anything more sacred than this!!!】"

"【Nameless Master! Whoever you are, allow me, Gilles de Rais, to offer you my highest gratitude and loyalty! You are truly the greatest blasphemer in the world, the greatest, greatest, greatest liberator~!】"

"[God! Lord! Please allow me to offer you the highest blasphemy! I, Gilles de Rais, have received the greatest salvation at this moment!!!]"

...chime.

Both Luo Zhen and Joan of Arc heard it and felt it.

The sound of a spirit origin shattering.

Bluebeard shattered his own spiritual foundation, and the enormous sea monster behind him quickly crumbled and turned into dust.

At the last moment, he made a complete 180-degree turn from his state of frenzy.

He smiled kindly again and looked at Joan of Arc.

"I wish you a happy life. You deserve all of this more than anyone else, girl from Domremi village."

“Gil…” Joan of Arc broke down in an instant.

She watched her most trusted comrade-in-arms disappear completely with a satisfied smile, returning to the Throne of Heroes.

He even took the black mud that had contaminated him with him.

The mad Bluebeard was completely unaffected by "all the evil in the world".

All the madness and sin belonged to him alone, out of his own will, not from being forced.

"I'm going to absorb the spiritual veins." Luo Zhen patted Jeanne's shoulder. "Let's save the world together, for our own lives."

"……Um!"

(To cleanse everyone's eyes)

Chapter 114 Luo Zhen's Trump Card

night.