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But when they met again, he was completely standing on the opposite side of everyone.

What on earth happened in this...

Not to mention Fujimaru Ritsuka.

All she could think about was the promise that Ian and she had made in front of everyone else when they set out for Chaldea.

"Together, we will take back the future that humanity deserves."

But now——

How could he betray and become a subordinate of that female devil?

Is it...

Were those words full of a sense of justice before actually just an act?

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Completely different from the others, Jeanne, who understood Ian's meaning because of the bond between brother and sister, was in a different state at the moment.

She realized that this might just be a recurrence of the past.

My brother is doing something for himself that cannot be made public for the time being.

This is definitely not a betrayal, but an unspeakable hardship.

So--

Got to trust him.

I believe that he did not betray and become a subordinate of the Dragon Witch, but had other intentions.

Trust that his last instructions weren't a huge trap.

Joan of Arc thought so, and then made an unprecedented determination.

only--

How can we summon more "servants" to Orleans as he instructed?

I have absolutely no experience in this area.

The saint took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, and began to pray.

"Lord... although I know my hopes are insignificant to you."

"But I still hope you can give me guidance and put me on the right path."

"Even if... just one sentence."

Joan of Arc prayed over and over again.

She was so devout and focused that she didn't even notice that her body was glowing slightly.

Time passed and the sun set.

After a whole day of prayer, Joan of Arc suddenly heard the voice in her dream again.

Those are extremely simple words.

“Everyone has a skill.”

"Your salvation is in it."

232. Heroic Spirits from Every Age! / The Time of the Holy Maiden's Revelation / Gathering (4k)

It was the voice I heard in my dream that night.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes and saw a shining light.

This was different from the fantasy that was "created" by his brother.

The light in front of her at this moment was genuine and without any falsehood.

It is so pure, without any other concepts mixed in.

Looking at the light in front of her, Joan of Arc felt as if she was walking at the end of time, and she could take in the whole world with just one glance.

It was an unprecedented feeling.

In my life so far, there has never been any description that can match it.

“Lord… is that you?”

The devout Joan of Arc couldn't help but express her doubts.

The light is silent.

Then came a seemingly correct answer.

"The 'Lord' that you are talking about does not exist in this world...

"That is just your hope and fantasy about fate relying on other things."

"But you have indeed appeared before me now." Joan of Arc said anxiously, looking at the light in front of her.

"Isn't this the basis for your existence?"

"Then why don't you use the fact that the days that never appeared in the past as evidence of their non-existence?"

"In the end, it is still because you have hope that you are certain of the existence of the Lord."

"..."

Joan of Arc was unable to refute these words from Guang for a moment.

She felt that her cognition was undergoing some wonderful changes under the influence of these remarks.

She asked:

"If you believe, it exists...if you don't believe, it doesn't exist."

“Lord, is this what you want to say?”

"That's it for now."

Guang Mang did not continue to answer according to Jeanne's words.

"If you want the answer—"

“You should find the problem first.”

"This is the best response to your dream."

As the last word fell, Joan of Arc felt her consciousness quickly detached from the end of time and fell back into reality.

When she came to, she found Fujimaru Ritsuka and others standing in front of her with curious looks on their faces.

"What's going on here?"

The saint was somewhat bewildered by this scene.

Although she was no longer afraid of other people's gazes, she still felt somewhat embarrassed to be surrounded by a group of people like this.

"Ms. Jeanne."

The thoughtful Mashu noticed the saint's embarrassment and immediately began to explain.

"You don't have to be nervous."

"We... just thought it was impressive that you prayed like this for a whole day."

"is it?"

It was the first time that Joan of Arc was praised by others for such a thing - after all, prayer had long been a part of her life.

"Hmm~" Mordred nodded, further confirming what Mash said.

"and--"

“You were glowing just now!”

"Fu!" Fu Fu also nodded.

Jeanne was stunned

"Hey, I was glowing just now?! Is there such a thing?!"

"Yes!"

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka gave his answer.

At the same time, she also gestured with her hands and feet, trying to describe to Joan of Arc what had just happened in this way.

"You just flashed like this for a long time! It was so beautiful!"

Looking at Ritsuka Fujimaru's hard work in performing, Jeanne bit her lips.

But the orange-haired girl looked too funny.

She finally couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft~"

The saint smiled, which was rare.

However, she soon realized that such behavior was somewhat impolite, so she quickly restrained her smile.

At the same time, the saint also knew that they were the few companions she could rely on at the moment.

"Everyone... this is what happened just now."

Over the next few minutes, Joan recounted what she had just experienced.

This is undoubtedly explosive news at this moment.

Joan of Arc really met "the Lord"!

"This is too amazing!" Mordred's eyes sparkled, "Did he give you the Holy Grail?!"

"Sorry." The saint shook her head.

“He didn’t give me anything like that.”

"Then..." Mash asked cautiously, "Did he leave any other instructions for you?"

"Neither." Joan of Arc shook her head.

"If I have to say something... maybe only the first two sentences would be useful, right?"

"..."

This is undoubtedly bad news.

The discussion among the crowd fell into silence again.

This time, it was Fujimaru Ritsuka who broke the atmosphere.

"oops!"

"Don't do that!"

"At least that guy left a few words, right? It's better than nothing at all—!"

"Yes, that's right!" The careful Mashu fully understood Fujimaru Ritsuka's intention.

She quickly followed suit.

"At least we still have two sentences worth pondering!"

"But what can be figured out from this?"

Mordred sat down directly next to the campfire, crossed his legs, held his chin, and looked sad.

"What do you mean by 'a man has a special skill' and 'your way to salvation is in it'? Can't you just talk straight? You're being so mysterious! Who can guess?"

"Fu!"

Although Mordred's expression is a bit rough, it is indeed the biggest problem at present.

In a sense, the so-called hints from the "Lord" are almost infinitely equivalent to zero.

Even Fu Fu knew this clearly.

but--