Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"My Servants, the most troublesome enemy is already entangled. Annihilate them!"

Jeanne Alter was furious and summoned even more Servants!

"Is the killing about to begin?"

The white-haired berserker grinned, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Ah, the blood of young girls... truly, how delicious and tempting..."

The chilling voice of the witch sent shivers down one's spine, instilling a profound and unsettling sense of dread.

Dr. Roman: "Oh no! It's Countess Camilla, the Blood Countess of Hungary, and Vlad III, the Vampire Prince of Romania, also known as Dracula!!!"

"Each one is extremely difficult to deal with!"

"Hahahaha! This voice may be annoying, but it's quite perceptive. But do you think that's all?"

Jeanne Alter glared angrily: "Use your strongest power to defeat me? Ask them if they agree!"

"Doctor, it seems the enemy's numbers have increased significantly!"

Mashu gritted her teeth, her eyes becoming anxious. "The other side is too cautious; they've sent out six Servants in total!"

Dr. Roman also became nervous.

"The green-clad archer Atalanta, the black-clad berserker Lancelot, and the executioner Sanson from the French Revolution... each one is a combat-specialized Heroic Spirit. Even you would struggle to withstand an attack, wouldn't you? I'm sorry, I didn't expect this imposter Jeanne to be so cautious, bringing an army of Servants capable of waging a Holy Grail War all at once."

I wonder if Jeanne Alter is a cautious hero, since it's not impossible to travel through time and space to watch anime with the Holy Grail... Her battles are almost overwhelming, destroying enemies with thunderous force.

"but--"

"Behind me is Vokuler."

"Mom is still in this town."

Joan of Arc bit her lip, her expression grave.

Today they retreat to Paris, tomorrow to Lyon, but the cities of France are limited, while Joan of Arc's wrath is endless.

Therefore, we cannot retreat.

We must fight back!

Joan of Arc waved her sacred banner, and light enveloped the entire Vaucouleur.

"Heh, it's this kind of meaningless kindness, protecting these traitors who betrayed you, ahhh, what a noble quality, Joan of Arc!"

"You think they'll be grateful to you? You idiot—"

"That's not true at all! It has nothing to do with nobility. Even if you hate all French people, I can understand that..."

This was the first time in Joan of Arc's life that she had been so angry.

Why did you kill your mother?

"Mom...didn't...do anything wrong, did she?"

Even if all the French people in the world betrayed Joan of Arc, there would still be one person in the world who would not betray her and firmly believe that she was a saint who sacrificed herself for France at the behest of God.

"Mom...Mom...? You...I...have a mother?"

Black Jeanne was stunned.

She saw that the saint was angry; the saint who was being burned at the stake yet still praying for others had lost her temper.

"Of course, if you were me, if you and I were the same person—"

Joan of Arc's holy light advanced further, causing the Dragon Witch's originally overwhelming arrogance to falter!

Joan of Arc angrily drew her sword.

"My mother is also your mother. Don't you have any memories of your mother?! That can't be! You should have them, before you participated in the war, in Domrémi's memories, of daily life with his family—"

"If you had those memories, how could you have destroyed all of France?"

The tables were turned.

No, actually... it was Jeanne Alter who was stunned.

"Family...memories...I don't have any? Jill didn't tell me, Jill didn't say anything?"

“Mother, I have no memories of my mother! I haven’t had any memories of my mother since I was summoned by Jill! So what’s the point of telling me this…”

"Wait, the other me, what do you mean by being summoned by Jill?"

Jeanne d'Arc astutely grasped the crucial information that Alter Jeanne had revealed in her desperation.

"none of your business?!"

That silly girl, Jeanne Alter, inexplicably revealed the real culprit.

"But then again, is it possible... that the one who truly wants to destroy France is Gilles, who summoned you, erased your memories, and then filled you with hatred... Sorry, this is just my guess."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible..."

"Is it really impossible?"

Joan of Arc asked in return, her voice serious.

Black Jeanne wavered for some reason: "Absolutely... not entirely... You're not lying to me, are you? Mom... Mother is really in this town?"

“Yes! Lady Isabella is in this town,” Mashu said earnestly.

"How do I know you're not lying to me? You want to use my mother as an excuse to force me to withdraw my troops, and then live a shameful, cowardly life?"

Jeanne Alter's tone had temporarily lost its previous violent and aggressive tone, and she looked at Mash cautiously.

Taking this opportunity, Dr. Roman quickly added, "You can rest assured about that. Mashu would never lie. That's just the kind of child she is. If you were the Judge, you should be able to sense her innocence, right?"

Black Jeanne frowned.

She gripped the evil dragon's banner tightly and muttered to herself.

"Could it be that Jill... Jill is really lying to me?"

Joan of Arc shook her head: "I can't guarantee it, but he must be hiding something."

"I think that's right. Lady Joan of Arc is an exceptional woman! Even in her reversed form, even with a heart full of hatred, she wouldn't harm ordinary people. Instead, she would seek revenge on those despicable, hypocritical, and disloyal knights!"

Mash also keenly sensed that Jeanne seemed to be manipulating Jeanne Alter, so she added fuel to the fire.

She felt an instinctive sense of disgust upon seeing the berserker emanating black energy, and even her tone became aggressive.

"So you must have had your will manipulated by others and lost your true self, because you are Joan of Arc! A great figure whom we admire in later generations cannot be confused with a despicable knight!"

"Let me see my mother, right here."

“I’ll make these guys back off for now.”

Jeanne Alter flicked her holy banner and then said to the crowd, "Anyway, there's no rush to destroy you all, but if you dare to lie to me—"

"You're all dead—"

Before Black Jeanne could finish speaking...

A furious roar resounded.

Her words were interrupted again!

"Which bastard is it this time..."

“Arrrrrrrrrr—!”

The black aura instantly surged violently, and terrifying magical power erupted from the berserker swordsman's helmet, causing him to charge uncontrollably towards Jeanne d'Arc!

"Arrrrrrthur!"

"What's going on? Why is this guy disobeying me?!" Jeanne Alter looked displeased.

Lancelot begins his charge!

It roared as it charged toward Joan of Arc, then leaped away.

"It...it looks like it's coming towards me?!"

Joan of Arc was taken aback: "It has mistaken me for King Arthur, Mr. Lancelot!"

Seriously, what's going on today? Everyone's taking me for that British knight king they've never met before!

Chapter 30 This is the Judgment of the Stars!

Vlad III and Camilla were at a loss for what to do.

They didn't get along and often argued. If they weren't on the same side, they probably would have fought long ago.

However, what's most upsetting is that Jeanne Alter, who just got them fighting, started arguing with the other side.

Then, when the other party brought up the word "mother," Jeanne Alter seemed to waver somewhat—

"So, are we still going to fight or not?" Vlad III asked.

"I don't know, let's finish this whole family drama first." Camilla gently rubbed her nails. "After all, we're all Berserker Servants, and we're not under our own control."

“You really have it easy. You even have time to cut your nails.” Vlad glanced at Camilla.

"Hehe, not as good as that (two) ringing 2."

That refers to the executioner Sanson, the beheader. Since Queen Marie Antoinette was not on the opposing side, Sanson's fighting spirit was not very high.

He remained silent, only focusing on wiping his longsword.

He's probably thinking about how he'd behead Queen Mary if he encountered her, right? After all, this guy is pretty old-fashioned by today's standards.

"Greek huntress, what are you looking at?"

Vlad III asked Atalanta.

This female archer with animal ears and a lithe figure was actually quite a heavyweight, because she was, in fact, a pedophile.

"No, I was thinking..."

Atalanta glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Martha, who were engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

"That guy's berserk state is terrifying. And that blue-haired woman—it's hard to imagine what a gentle and refined lady she was before she went berserk."

Saint Martha, in theory, should be perceived as a gentle, virtuous, and loving woman.

But... Martha, who is currently fighting, is even more of a berserker than a berserker.

"Laughable, what gentle saintess would ever do boxing?" Camilla sneered.

"Look! Could that be Jacob's brother, the one who wrestled with the archangel? Despite being weaker and slower than his opponent, he's managing to overpower him with sheer force and astonishment!!!"

"That straight punch was truly spectacular. I see, I've learned something too. Is this the fighting style of the ancient saintess?"

Vlad III seemed to be deep in thought.

"You just enjoy watching women fight, don't you? Heh."

“Not only do I enjoy looking at women, I also like to beat them. Heh, as a fellow degenerate, you shouldn’t need to talk about gentlemanly manners, right?” Vlad III retorted.

Camilla snorted coldly, looking at Vlad III with an icy gaze: "Then you must be truly exceptional."

"Be with each other."

Two innocent monsters, in fact, should sympathize with each other.

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a step forward.

Combat is dialogue.

For a Berserker Servant, for Martha, her greatest tenderness was the solid and powerful fist that struck Fujimaru Ritsuka!

For a moment, I stopped breathing.

The True Ancestor's claws clashed with the Saintess's iron fist!

Martha shattered the ground, and in that instant, accompanied by her flowing blue hair, her second punch struck Fujimaru Ritsuka's throat!

Fujimaru Ritsuka caught up and reacted as well. Her Star Breath acted as a protective barrier, forcing Martha's attack back!

good chance!

Fujimaru Ritsuka lunged forward, delivering a single, straightforward punch to the face!

"This is a trap you're playing. This kind of direct attack won't work on me."

Martha dodged to the side, her body moving like a ghost as she crouched down and slipped into Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, completely devoid of any saintly demeanor.