Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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Mozart gasped. He could feel his sanity slipping away and his life force fading... The demonic power within him was surging!

"Kill me, quickly, Atalanta—kill me, if you don't want things to escalate too much..."

"While I still have a shred of reason..."

Atalanta hesitated.

She wasn't the indecisive type; she simply couldn't understand what had happened for a moment, but she still raised the Heavenly Bow in her hand—

"What are you hesitating for... If I become a demon, I will cruelly kill children, especially little girls and little boys... And Bluebeard, you know Bluebeard, right?!"

A rain of green arrows fell!

"Offerings to the two great deities—"

"The arrow of complaint!"

Atalanta didn't use her Noble Phantasm; she unleashed it directly!

Bluebeard?!

That legendary horrific fairy tale about the torture and murder of boys! Its prototype was none other than Marshal Gilles de Rais!

She didn't know whether the man had actually harmed the children, but—that man had absolutely cruelly hurt them...

Sorry, unknown Caster!

———Mozart laughed.

He knew that Atalanta should take in someone like him, one who placed music at the highest place in his life; one who placed children at the highest place in his life.

The unwavering determination to abandon everything in order to uphold one's beliefs—that's humanity! Humans are truly such creatures!

Yes, actually, even Bluebeard behind her is the same; he'd give up anything for Joan of Arc!

Actually, we're all the same, except... we ended up becoming enemies, that's all.

The arrow of the complaint shone like twinkling stars, piercing straight through Mozart's body!

He possesses a noble resolve to fire upon me for the sake of humanity, which is also the reason he continues to resist the [Demon God]!

With his last ounce of strength, Mozart forced a crooked smile.

Mozart's tattered robes fluttered in the bloody wind.

When Atalanta's arrow pierced his chest, he was wearing three silk (ball-2 Er is! shrimp silk).

The splattered blood droplets congealed in the air into trembling musical notes.

It is full of strange beauty.

Music, too, can be painful.

It will also weep, turning into a sorrowful requiem.

Originally, Lev, who did not go to Chaldea, also had such resolve... It's just a pity that he was driven to despair by the experiments of the old director, Marisbury.

"Bluebeard! If I die, you won't be able to summon that guy, the Demon Pillar, right?"

"Unfortunately, I won this match..."

"No, no, no, my revered Demon God, this is... my victory! Ahhhhh, Joan of Arc, this land that shames a saint like Joan of Arc is better destroyed! Ohhhhhhh!"

"God, let me trample on this world you created!"

With his arms outstretched, golden light slowly emerged from Gilles de Rais's chest and then entered Mozart's body.

"This is---?!"

Pupil earthquake!

"The incredible magic cup that can grant wishes—with this, you can become the strongest demon god who can defeat any heroic spirit, right?"

"Destroy France, Lord Demon! I will offer you, Joan of Arc, and God your blasphemy—the highest praise!"

"Ahhh, if we do not feel anger, if we do not seek revenge, our beautiful holy maiden, Joan of Arc, will never be redeemed, and will forever be burned by the karmic fire of those in power!"

"Her soul cannot be redeemed! Even after death, she still has to struggle to save the world! If I don't save her, who can?!"

"Compared to Joan of Arc, Mr. Mozart's ideal of playing musical instruments, and the huntress's dream of protecting children... I choose to trample on your will and save Joan of Arc's soul!"

His bulging eyes made Gilles de Rais, who should have been mature and composed, look even more insane!

—A desecration of the people, a desecration of the nation, a desecration of the gods!

Eliminate all the traitors!

"You heretic, you demon!!"

Although she understood Gilderais's idea, Atalanta simply couldn't accept it!

"What kind of salvation is this? You're just committing massacres!"

"Oh dear, I knew you'd ask that, but... these are necessary sacrifices, huntress."

Gilles de Rais wore a chilling smile, a smile devoid of genuine joy; instead, Atalanta could sense a cannibalistic coldness and malevolence emanating from him.

“You mere Caster, killing you would be very easy for me.”

Atalanta once again raised her bow and shot an arrow. Blessed by the gods of light and moon, Atalanta's Noble Phantasm was naturally incredibly powerful.

Moreover, it consumes less energy and has a stronger effect.

It should be said that although she cannot compare to Achilles and Heracles, she is still among the more outstanding Greek heroes.

"Oh ho ho ho, we are the same kind of people, Atalanta. We are willing to sacrifice countless lives for our own purposes... This is human nature, the inherent flaws of humanity created by the Creator!"

Bluebeard was not afraid when Atalanta raised the bow of the sky.

He simply smiled faintly and said, "Let me prove to you the true nature of people like us!"

At some point, his enormous and terrifying hand grasped the head of a boy who had been kidnapped from somewhere and who looked fairly good.

Is she carrying a boy with her?

They were actually captured during the massacre of the town.

The boy was still alive—but his eyes were lifeless, his breathing was weak, and it was unknown what kind of torture he had endured.

"Did you know that in this era there are some high-ranking priests who have betrayed the gods, performing exorcisms on young boys in the name of the gods..."

"This child is one of the lambs to the exorcism ritual. Now, he has fallen into my hands."

Gilles de Rais's tone was so gentle, as if it were a perfectly normal conversation, but even so—

Atalanta was enraged!

"You bastard!"

"I want!"

"I kill you!!!"

"I'm going to tear you to pieces, and completely crush your internal organs and bone marrow!"

The beautiful Atalanta, now looking so ferocious, is heartbreaking. She is indeed a berserk Heroic Spirit, but in this matter, even berserk mode cannot stop her!

She is a Heroic Spirit of extreme speed; if she were to completely abandon her rationality, she might be able to cover this distance—

"Oh my, oh my, oh my, I'm relieved to see you so energetic. What I'm really looking for is your madness and wildness... but there's one thing I don't understand..."

Gilles de Rais tightened his sharp nails slightly; as a Servant, even a weaker C-rank Servant, his strength was enough to crush a child's fragile skull.

With just a slight pinch, the child will feel light and will stop crying and being afraid.

"Which is faster, me crushing this child's head or you killing me? Oh! Don't forget, although I am not as brave and skilled in battle as you, I was a warrior who had fought countless battles in my life."

"Would you like to take a gamble?"

Atalanta fears nothing, yet children are her Achilles' heel, and the magician's actions have touched that vulnerability...

We've reached a point where we're caught in a dilemma.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Atalanta's voice was hoarse and strained; she was almost losing her senses, her hands on the ground and her legs kicking like a wild beast.

Even the corners of his eyes were showing uncontrollable dark circles...

"If you help me kill him, and offer a hundred adult humans from the nearby villages as sacrifices, I will certainly spare this child."

""

In fact, no.

Marshal Gilles de Rais will crush the child's head as Atalanta brings 100 corpses, under Atalanta's apologetic, guilty, and relieved gaze.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

That kind of expression must be the greatest blasphemy against the gods!

The Lord said: Unless you become like little children, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.

In other words, a world that kills children is a beautiful hell, right?

"Well, the choice is entirely in your hands, great huntress... Otherwise, oh oh oh, I will make what you cherish disappear before your very eyes, just like Joan of Arc disappeared before me!"

For Atalanta, it was a desperate situation.

His spirit origin underwent a transformation, and even the fur of a Noble Phantasm resembling a wild boar's head began to materialize on his shoulders.

Mozart's wailing has also disappeared, replaced by an evil mask and a baton as sharp as a sword.

Demon God [Andusias]

Hehehe...hehehe...

"Hurry, hurry up and let the music start the slaughter! Let the requiem of eternal sleep unleash a wave of human extinction, hee hee hee!"

He still had that carefree, nonchalant smile.

But he seemed like a completely different person, filled with pure destruction and murderous intent, and the idea that using music to summon demons from hell was blasphemous...

"Why waste your breath talking to her? Just pierce her throat with a string and stir her heart—"

The demon god Andusias said with a grin.

Suddenly, a hellish melody resounded like a raging fire, and in an instant, the whole world became terrifying and hopeless.

For Atalanta... all of this was simply unacceptable.

Gilles de Rais's fingertips were tinged with a bluish-purple hue on the child's neck, and the faint whimper felt like a rusty blade piercing her taut, sensitive nerves.

Atalanta's canine teeth pierced her lower lip, and a metallic sweetness exploded on her tongue.

She recalled herself as a child, huddled under a laurel tree, hiding away.

I remember the first time I held my crying baby in my arms, the warmth of his breath on my palms.

At this moment, what was surging in my chest was not just anger, but also a purer instinct roaring.

Zheng——!

A sharp voice rang out.

"Sorry, I think I'm not late?"

A crimson light tore through the sky and crashed down!

Suddenly appeared

The True Ancestor's crimson eyes fixed on Gilderais!

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"Hehehe, I'm going to kill you all!"

[Mozart], no, he should be called a demon god, jokingly waving a baton that was as sharp as a sword.

Andusias, the Demon God Pillar. The sixty-second of the seventy-two demons of Solomon, he is proficient in music, controls trees, and can even influence emotions. Although his rank is not high, he is still considered one of the most formidable demons among the seventy-two.

This human should have already suppressed the power of the demon god, but for some unknown reason, it has been forcibly unleashed again.

The princess's voice echoed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, and with that voice, she felt no fear. She was the first to awaken from Elizabeth the Little Dragon Girl's music, but her consciousness sank back into the Starry Sea for a while before resurfacing.

"Who are you--?"

Atalanta asked in a hoarse voice.