My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

At this moment, the Chaldea group was powerless to save Jeanne d'Arc, and Jeanne Alter was slightly taken aback when she saw all this.

Did I... overestimate them?

However, once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back, and Jeanne Alter, having put away Frostmourne, had no intention of going back on her word.

Looking at the Chaldea group and recalling what she had just said, she leaped onto Fafnir's back and used the power of the Holy Grail connected to her to restore the enemies to their normal state before choosing to leave.

I will not lose, for I am the Dragon Witch, and I will exterminate the people of France!

The next time we meet will be the day you die, members of Chaldea.

Jeanne Alter, riding her dragon with a blank expression, left the battlefield with her other self, whom she had barely exchanged a few words with, while Fujimaru Ritsuka knelt helplessly on the ground.

We can't do anything ourselves, and all of this... is because we lack power!

We are too weak, we are really too weak.

A few tears fell onto the soil. Remembering being taken away by Jeanne Alter and not knowing what suffering she would endure, Joan of Arc, Fujimaru Ritsuka, knelt on the ground with her eyes tightly closed and her lips pressed tightly together.

Although they had only known each other for a few days, her social skills were comparable to an ex's, and she and Joan of Arc had already become good friends.

Friendship is a two-way street, and recalling the rumors about the Dragon Witch, she could hardly imagine what cruel things Jeanne would have to endure next.

"senior......"

Looking at Ritsuka and Mashu, the director seemed worried. At that moment, the director got up and walked towards the seemingly powerless Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Faced with the frail, punishing girl before her, the director was momentarily speechless. After a moment's thought, she spoke to Ritsuka words that seemed familiar:

"Fujimaru Ritsuka! What's with that expression? What's with those tears? Can your tears save humanity?!"

After saying all that, the director realized her words had been a bit harsh. She took a tissue from her pocket and wiped away Fujimaru Ritsuka's tears, then held the girl's hand and continued:

"I know that before you came to Chaldea you were just an ordinary office worker or an ordinary student, and it is difficult for you to fall into sadness easily because of your powerlessness."

We are all saddened by Joan of Arc's passing, but we don't have much time left to grieve. If you want to cry, cry out loud in my arms.

Chaldea has no tears. We are humanity's last hope. If we hesitate and refuse to move forward, humanity's last hope will be extinguished.

After saying all this, the director hugged Fujimaru Ritsuka and looked at the orange-haired girl whose head was buried in her chest. She thought to herself, "Speaking of which... are those lines I saw on TV before actually useful?"

Well, let's give it a try anyway. A qualified director won't let the Chaldea members cry.

Having inherited the power that only those virtuous individuals are qualified to wield, I will not lose. I will fight for the smiles of all beings.

Seeing this scene, Mashu felt as if she had come to know the Director in a new light. Pain always makes people grow, and the Director, who has grown so much, must have carried a lot of pain.

Siegfried looked at the scene before him and silently felt sorry. If only he were stronger...

Just then, feeling that the director was using too much force and she was struggling to breathe, Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly heard Solomon's voice:

"It's really troublesome to defeat that dragon witch and rescue Joan of Arc. You can't fully utilize my power."

To win, we can only use that sealed power, but if we use that power...

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Did Solomon mean that he had a solution?

After silently asking Solomon what she was thinking, she received a reply that left her momentarily stunned.

“I do have a way, which is to let you use my sealed King’s Power, but great power often comes with a price.”

Somewhat puzzled by this answer, she remained silent and asked quietly, "The price?"

That's emotion.

Solomon's words made Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression turn somewhat serious, but outsiders couldn't see her serious expression as she buried her head in the director's chest.

"emotion?"

In response to Fujimaru Ritsuka's question, Solomon answered softly:

"If you unleash my King's Power, you will enter a state of emotionlessness, which perfectly aligns with the general principles of the Tai Xu Sword Intent that I have learned."

The Taixu Sword Intent is a secret technique passed down by the Chunyang lineage of swordsmen. It emphasizes the supreme state of detachment from emotions. Its first principle is that if one has no woman in one's heart, one can draw the sword with divine power. It means abandoning emotions such as love in exchange for a powerful burst of energy.

Oh, by the way, drawing a sword naturally requires a god who has no man in his heart.

"If I unleash my royal power, you will lose a portion of your emotions each time I do so. Whether you choose to use it is up to you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Recalling her helplessness when Jeanne d'Arc was captured, she had already made up her mind.

You forced me to do this, it was all your fault!

Since that's the case, then I'll abandon my feelings and use the invincible Tai Xu Sword Intent to rescue Joan of Arc from your clutches!

In France, the Dragon Witch doesn't have a good reputation. Rumors have spread that she's almost become a demon lord who eats children, which makes Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously feel that Jeanne d'Arc will suffer greatly.

Chapter 690: Tiansheng Assimilates Youth Version

Sitting on the throne, looking at Jeanne d'Arc on his right, who was bound by the rope that he had obtained from Gilles to suppress magic, Alter Jeanne's expression was somewhat languid.

clap clap.

At that moment, applause rang out in the castle's main hall.

Jeanne Alter looked in the direction from which the sound came, and Paimon's figure appeared before her.

After briefly explaining his identity, Paimon, played by Xia Qing, praised him:

"Incredible! Even I don't understand Frostmourne, yet you've managed to control it. No wonder you're the witch destined to destroy France."

At this moment, Joan of Arc, bound by the demon-binding rope, weakly asked, "Who are you? Perhaps the reason why my other self has become like this is related to you?"

Upon hearing this, Paimon glanced at Jeanne d'Arc and was speechless for a moment. Jeanne d'Arc Alter's bindings were extremely loose, and were simply tied haphazardly with a few knots tied.

If the rope hadn't seemed to have the effect of suppressing magic, Joan of Arc would probably have broken free in a flash.

Meanwhile, Jeanne Alter, standing to the left of the throne, looked at Paimon and said confidently, "Of course, I am Jeanne d'Arc."

"It seems I haven't made a mistake in choosing you, Miss Jeanne. You possess immense potential, a potential that has even earned you the approval of Frostmourne."

The Chaldea group's strength exceeded my expectations. I didn't expect them to have been hiding their strength from the beginning. What my Clairvoyance saw was just an illusion.

Frostmourne's mana drain is easily effective against ordinary Servants, but Olga, who may be a descendant of Zeus, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who appeared out of nowhere, possess extremely vast mana.

Ha, those two guys are really influential. As for you, you've obviously been used as a pawn by them.

I don't know about Fujimaru Ritsuka, but that Olga defeated me head-on in Fuyuki, so it's impossible for her to be this weak. We'll need other methods to deal with them.

Paimon then praised Jeanne Alter's potential, while Jeanne looked at him thoughtfully.

Frostmourne...

The other self-sword seems to be called that name. Was that sword given to her by that strange being who suddenly appeared?

The thrones where the two sat on either side were not crowded. Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter, who was sitting on the left with her legs crossed, was instantly wide awake.

No matter what, the stubborn woman next to me is still Joan of Arc, actually treating me like a pawn. Humph, Olga is doomed, I said, even Gilles can't save her.

"Other methods?"

Jeanne Alter asked with some doubt, "I have roughly witnessed Paimon's strength before, and he is far beyond what I used to be able to compare to. Orl, who can defeat him, must be even stronger."

Paimon nodded and said, "That's right. Other methods, such as a righteous backstab, can allow another of you to deliver the fatal blow at the most crucial moment."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc immediately refused, saying, "I would never do such a thing. Besides, Miss Olga has a very pure heart, and I believe she would never treat me as a pawn."

Suddenly enraged, Jeanne Alter rose to her feet and charged at Jeanne, turning the girl's face toward herself with both hands. Jeanne Alter then demanded:

"Believe? You actually dare to believe that you and I are both Heroic Spirits? Have you already forgotten the rage we felt burning in the flames back then?!"

Facing the black Jeanne d'Arc standing before her, her teeth clenched and her pupils burning with rage, Jeanne's expression was somewhat bewildered.

"They are different."

She quickly regained her composure and said with conviction that, in her eyes, Olga was different from those who had caused her to die in flames.

"Different? How are they different?"

After all that, you still dare to talk about trust? Unbelievable! You're utterly unreasonable!

Staring at the girl in front of her, whose tone was filled with destructive intent, Joan of Arc found that another version of herself had become somewhat unfamiliar.

"Two Joan of Arcs, I never said it was through the influence of language, hmm... if there are two Joan of Arcs, then it seems a bit difficult to address them."

"Alright, let's just use code names for now."

Faced with the farce unfolding on the throne, Paimon coughed twice and said this, and then a gold and white gem appeared out of thin air on his right side.

"Not through persuasion with words?"

Looking at Paimon, who had interrupted her argument with Jeanne d'Arc, Black Jeanne asked with some confusion.

“That’s right, Miss Witch, there’s a gem in my collection that’s perfect for solving the current situation.”

As Paimon spoke, he controlled the golden-white gem to fly towards the throne. Jeanne Alter, who caught the gem, asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This is the Stone of Heavenly Sound. With it, you can make another Joan of Arc understand your ideals."

Once you gain its approval, you can use the power hidden within this gem, a power that only those with the bearing to rule can wield—the Heavenly Voice Assimilation Youth Edition.

He was a little confused by the inexplicable youthful version of Jeanne Alter that followed: "Huh?"

"With it, you can temporarily share the same consciousness as Joan of Arc. As long as there is even the slightest possibility that Joan of Arc will agree with you, she will become your loyal follower."

Unfortunately, the power contained within this gem is only a small fraction of the stolen, authentic Heavenly Voice assimilation, therefore it can only be used once.

Hearing Paimon's words, Jeanne Alter nodded thoughtfully. Then she turned her gaze to Jeanne d'Arc beside her.

Surely another version of yourself can't be completely devoid of self-identity?

"Now that the key to victory has been handed over, I will not disturb you two any longer."

After saying this, Paimon disappeared. Education was not his forte, so he chose to entrust it to someone else.

That is the original version of Jeanne Alter, the saint who saved the country, Joan of Arc.

After glancing at the spot where Paimon had disappeared, Jeanne Alter turned her gaze back to her side a few seconds later.

Paimon and all that are not important now; what's most important now is another version of myself.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as her own, Jeanne Alter gripped the jewel in her hand and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Since the version of herself before her is still a righteous saint, then she should...

Let me defile and filth this noble saint, let her feel the burning rage within me, and turn her into the person she is now.