Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

Extending double benefits—no, now it should be called tentacles.

"God, please let me ascend to heaven with her..."

From the sea monster's head, Zhuo's right foot, like a divine punishment fire, pierced through the sea monster's entire body.

The massive body shattered instantly, and even the dilapidated prison city {built by Jeanne Alter and her allies} was shattered by this attack.

Dust rose into the air, casting a gloomy shadow over the sky.

Inside the enormous impact crater lay only the turbid, battered, and dying Gilles de Rais.

Everything will eventually come to an end.

In the giant pit shrouded in layers of smoke, only the dying magician and Zhuo remained.

Slumped to the ground, Zhuo's Divine Limit Experience Card at his waist finally expired, turning into purple particles that left his body layer by layer.

Coming to his senses from the loss of power, Zhuo clenched his fist. "Sigh, experiencing the power of a billion and then suddenly returning to normal power is really hard to get used to..."

"Cough...cough." The magician lying on the ground gasped for breath and coughed up blood from time to time, but judging from the golden particles that began to appear on his body and the countless wounds, it was basically a last gasp before death.

“I didn’t expect you to still be alive…” Sitting on the ground, Zhuo quietly watched the magician twitch from time to time. “I didn’t expect that even a billion units of power couldn’t completely kill you…”

"Ha, haha, it's not like that, is it?" With a helpless, bitter laugh, the magician's large eyes closed slightly. He waved his empty hands with difficulty; the leather-bound book he always carried was no longer there.

"All my magic power was poured into the sea monster, even the Holy Grail's magic was used without regard for my body's limitations, hiss---" His lips twitched, and blood seeped out again from beneath the magician's enormous robes. "I never imagined that even sacrificing myself, the sea monster's defenses couldn't withstand that attack..." With that, the magician trembled, turning his head to look at Nian Zhuo, who was slumped beside him. "Just who are you...?"

"Me?" Zhuo pointed to himself with some surprise, then pondered for a long time.

"I am a human being who carries the hopes and ideals of many people, and I also want to respond to them and bring them happiness and laughter."

“Humans…?” Marshal Gilles de Rais turned his head back, the midday sun slightly blinding in his eyes. “I really don’t want to accept such an unreasonable result…”

"I...haven't..." His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but the magician still struggled to stay awake.

"Marshal, that's enough." Looking at Gilles de Rais, who was still struggling despite his wounds, Zhuo spoke quietly, "That's enough, Marshal. You've done more than enough. You're alright now, go and rest." Seeing the magician turn his gaze after pausing, Zhuo calmly met his eyes.

“I think, for that saint, it’s already very good that you were willing to believe in her naive young girl and help her liberate Orleans.” Zhuo slowly stood up, his hands clasped together. “For Joan of Arc… no matter what you have become now, she would still believe in you from back then.”

Zhuo quietly took out an iris flower, which he had picked during the battle against the sea demon, just to offer some comfort to this man whose life had been tragic and whose only glimmer of light had been taken away.

I placed it on the marshal's chest and watched as his hand trembled as he grasped the pure white, blooming iris.

"Joan of Arc told me that she would never regret it until the very end." Upon hearing the name Joan of Arc, the magician, who was about to close his eyes, opened them wide again.

"If her body can pave the way for those who come after her... that would be her greatest satisfaction." Patting the magician on the shoulder, Zhuo recalled the smile Joan of Arc had shown when she said those words, and the corners of his mouth also curled up slightly. "...What a silly girl."

“Yes…right,” the magician closed his eyes and smiled happily. Like a child who had found that ray of light, “She, it’s because of her that I…” He wanted to say something more, but particles had already begun to spread up from his feet.

"Ah... I'm entrusting this to you, messenger of God." Looking at the silent Nianzhuo beside her, Jill happily tightened her grip on the iris. "Please, you must take good care of her..."

"Ah ah----Joan of Arc, if I have to go to hell, then I alone am enough..." Finally, the golden particles completely dissipated, and the pure white iris fell to the ground.

There once lived a paranoid madman, a glorious marshal, and a devout believer.

"Alright, let's finish what we were going to say next time." Zhuo patted his cheeks, stood up, picked up the golden cup from the ground, waved behind him, and left without looking back.

"Goodbye, Marshal."

The iris lay flat on the ground, as if a glistening drop of water was dripping from its petals.

Seeing the crowd waving from not far away, Zhuo had no choice but to walk back with a doting smile.

"Congratulations! The Holy Grail retrieval is complete!" Ritsuka, naturally, was greeted with an excited hug. "Nianzhuo, you're always there to help me, you're so reliable~"

Of course, she was then dragged down by Elizabeth and Kiyohime. What followed was Kiyohime's "kind" lecture.

However, judging from Kiyohime's occasional fan-waving that sparked, and Elizabeth's action of wiping her gun, this was practically a personal threat.

"Congratulations, Mr. Nianzhuo!" Of course, at this moment, our adorable little eggplant had to sneak up behind Nianzhuo and quietly approach him, his purple eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

"Ah, thank you for your hard work, Mashu." Zhuo patted Mashu's head again and responded with a smile.

"Ahem~" Just then, Mashu's communication device flashed a few times, and Director Mary's voice came through with a hint of jealousy, "I know you're happy, Mashu, but don't hug Nianzhuo so casually. Girls should be reserved. Nianzhuo just finished fighting and he's probably very dirty."

Then, feeling a little uneasy, Mary coughed twice, but still congratulated Ritsuka and the others, saying, "The Holy Grail has been successfully retrieved, and the Era of Correction is about to begin. The Spiritual Particle Transfer is ready. You can return at any time."

"Okay, okay! Understood, Director~" Ritsuka waved her hand, feeling very grateful to the director who had rescued her from the threat of the two dragon girls.

"Are you leaving already?" Jeanne d'Arc also came over, looking at Ritsuka and her group who were already stretching, and felt a little reluctant to part with them.

"No, we still have things to do." After patting Ritsuka and Mash's heads, Zhuo decided to stay in this singularity a little longer.

"Hey! You're not leaving already?! It's so rare to see my manager!" Elizabeth waved the microphone in frustration, her tail practically wagging. "I really wanted my manager to hear about my latest work!"

Then he comforted himself, admitting that Elizabeth was quite adorable as a girlfriend once she got rid of those quirks.

"Well~ Anyway, it's good that the manager achieved the goal. Goodbye, manager. Next time, I will definitely say everything that's on my mind!" Elizabeth waved her fist, her smile somewhat forced.

"Ah~ Does this mean I'm going to have to part ways with Lady Anchin?" Kiyohime looked unhappy, opening her fan and tapping the corner of her mouth. "But please don't worry, Lady Anchin~ I'm a rather persistent person, no matter where you go, I'll follow you~"

Seeing Nencho drenched in sweat, Kiyohime blushed slightly. "Because this is the 'love' that you taught me, Anchin-sama~...right? Anchin-sama now looks just like she did when we first met~" She pinched the hem of her skirt with both hands and gently bid farewell to everyone.

"Well then, I wish you all well~" "Waaah~ I don't want to leave yet~" With these words, golden particles lit up from the two girls and then disappeared along with them.

Meanwhile, on the vast plains outside the prison city, Siegfried and his men finally laid down their swords.

"...It seems everything is over. The wyverns are gradually disappearing." Siegfried sheathed his sword and looked at Giorgios beside him.

"While calling this battle the 'Holy Grail War' would be a gross distortion, I am deeply honored to fight alongside the Dragon Slayer." With a slight bow, Georgios bid farewell to Siegfried.

"It is I who never expected to be on the same side as the legendary Saint George and fight alongside him." Siegfried also bowed slightly, but judging from his practiced gesture, he must have said many humble words before.

"But it seems the day I'm summoned again isn't far off." Gazing at the prison city razed to the ground, a smile appeared on Jorkgios's usually serious face.

"Yes, that Master and the others are still on their journey. If only we could help them again---" Before he could finish speaking, golden particles appeared involuntarily, sending the two weary dragon slayers back to Valhalla.

"Finally finished with the work and relieved of the burden? Ah, I'm exhausted, my butt hurts from all the work." Amadeus tossed his beloved musical staff to the ground and was about to rub his aching shoulder when a gentle hand pressed down on it.

“I told you not to tell dirty jokes!” It was Mary. The Queen, having removed her gloves, gently massaged Amadeus’s shoulders with her soft, boneless hands. “Anyway, this time, thanks to them, our wish was fulfilled!”

"Yes, Fujimaru Ritsuka... and Nencho, your command was truly brilliant. In any case, it was an extremely valuable job." Finally, golden particles shimmered from the two of them, and they announced their departure with satisfied smiles.

---However, some things are not over yet----

"Joan of Arc!" Dressed in silver armor, the real French Marshal Gilles appeared on this wasteland, watching the familiar figure run towards him.

“Gil…” Joan of Arc smiled happily upon seeing her old friend.

"What on earth happened...? No, the important thing is that you're still alive!" Seeing the familiar saintess still alive, Marshal Gilles was so excited he almost jumped for joy. "Even though France is now ruined... as long as you're alive! I will..."

“…No, that’s not how it is.” Joan of Arc shook her head, denying the marshal’s statement.

"Huh----?" After a long silence, the marshal's eyes dimmed.

“You should have vaguely guessed it by now. This world is nothing but an illusion, a dream.” Joan of Arc, trying to bolster her former friend’s faith, shattered his illusions. “I am indeed dead, and you will—lament for it. That is history, an unchangeable fate.” Recalling the crazed man she had just fought, Joan of Arc suppressed her urge to tell him the truth.

"Joan of Arc..." The marshal wanted to say something more, but Joan of Arc shook her head, indicating that there was no need to say anything more.

“But I have a feeling that we can fight together again in a different form and in a different way.” Joan of Arc playfully spoke of the possibility, entrusting the holy banner in her hand to her trusted friend. “So, this is only a temporary separation.”

"You really are! No, even in death you are still dedicating yourself to this country...!" The marshal took the holy banner with both hands and stared blankly at the saint before him. "Please forgive me! Joan of Arc...! We, France... have betrayed you! Oh oh oh oh!" Roaring in unwillingness, the marshal before him couldn't help but burst into tears.

"It's alright, it's alright." Joan of Arc gently wiped away the tears streaming down the Marshal's face, which was covered in tears like a child's. "At least let us leave this world with a smile."

“Master, and Mr. Nianzhuo.” Mashu looked somewhat embarrassed. “It’s almost time.”

“Master, Mash, and Nianzhuo.” Jeanne gently patted her head. “I’m afraid that in this way, my encounter with the three of you, our battles side by side, and even the lives we lost… will all cease to exist. This makes me feel a little sad. …Of course, it is still something to be happy about to regain the lives that have already passed away.”

Jeanne d'Arc reached out and shook hands tightly with Ritsuka and the others, then closed one eye and playfully stuck out her tongue.

"I have a feeling that we will meet again in the future... My intuition is very accurate~" Slowly, golden particles emerged from Jeanne d'Arc's body, it seemed that it was time to say goodbye again.

"Goodbye—and thank you. Even if everything vanishes into the void, something will remain! It will—" With a wave of her hand, Joan of Arc also declared her departure with satisfaction.

Marshal Gilles watched all of this silently from the sidelines.

The marshal picked up the iris that had fallen to the ground, placed it on his chest, and raised his head.

The sunlight felt slightly dazzling.

"Today will be a beautiful day..." Slowly, Gilles turned his back to France and walked away.

He is the person I swore to avenge.

Watching the marshal walk further and further away, Nianzhuo and his group also had to leave.

However, just as Mary was about to open the channel for the transfer of spiritual particles, Zhuo suddenly stopped her.

"You guys go back first, I just remembered I have some things I haven't done yet." Zhuo scratched his head and quickly ran away.

"Hey! Mr. Nencho!" Ritsuka wanted to say something, but Nencho had already disappeared.

----Let's rewind a few minutes----

Just as Ritsuka and the others were preparing for the spirit transfer, the system's voice suddenly rang in Tsuru's mind.

"Congratulations, host, on successfully completing the first singularity."

Objective: Clear the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon in Orleans. {Completed}

Reward: Wizard Watch Face x1 {Unrecognized}

"PS: I suggest you go to the southeast. There is a girl you want to see there."

--Shift perspective to the present----

He kept running southeast, but some doubts still lingered in his mind.

"The girl I want to see? Who is she?"

However, the sight of the dark-skinned girl lying on the ground not far away made Zhuo unconsciously slow his pace.

"Good afternoon, Jeanne Alter." Walking up to her, Zhuo finally confirmed that this was the Jeanne d'Arc created by the magician according to his ideas. He didn't expect that after the magic power supply of the Holy Grail was taken away, this girl had actually persisted until now.

"Go to hell..." Covering her eyes with her arm to avoid looking at the man who enraged her, Black Jeanne's voice trembled with a hint of tears. "Anyway, you're just here to mock me... You're clearly just an imposter, yet you claim to be the real Jeanne or something..."

"No," Zhuo replied to the despairing girl before him with certainty.

"What... I'm just a creation! I don't even have the memory of being alive! I've only been supported by the idea of ​​revenge since birth!" Jeanne Alter sat up unwillingly, tears streaming down her face. "Even... even revenge belongs to someone else! I have nothing of my own!"

"No." Softly, Zhuo continued to deny the girl before him.

"What?! You look so arrogant! How much do you think you know me?!" She wanted to throw a punch at the face of the man who had angered her, but as soon as she raised her hand, she felt a sense of powerlessness. Having been stripped of the Holy Grail, she, as a creation, existed only by relying on the magic crystal that the [Bio] had taken from the Turbid Warehouse, but the magic of this crystal was almost exhausted.