The poignant and beautiful maiden knelt down on the surface of the river and prayed......

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the heavens are the great work of the hand of God. ”

"Language is conveyed during the day, and knowledge is transmitted at night. ”

"I can't talk or speak, I can't even hear my voice. ”

"The light of warmth spreads over the earth to the very ends of the world. ”

"From the end of the heavens upwards to the end of the heavens. ”

"This is where my end, this is my life, this is my life. ”

"My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around. ”

"My bow cannot be relied upon, nor can my sword save me. ”

"With the only thing left, I hope to be able to guard his footsteps. ”

Blessed by the light emanating from the flag...... Under the flag, the girl in the light is impossible for anyone to ignore.

As if frightened, the giant sea devil frantically attacked the aperture that protected Joan of Arc.

"Lord, I entrust you with this being—"

The Sword of Santa Caterina - the blade that was pulled out of the hilt and cut Joan of Arc's hand...... Flame to fire!

"—Despair will be followed by hope!"

The chant is over.

The figure...... But like a goddess...... Surrounded by brilliant fireworks, he stood up.

- Ah...... Ahhhh......h

That's what he's been longing for for for an unknown amount of time...... It was enough to make him forget the time that passed...... The Holy Maiden......

In the midst of the filthy flesh and blood, Caster shed tears of remorse and relief.

The light emitted by the "Buzz ......" flag...... Gone.

"Breathe ......" and make it even more beautiful...... Shine and shine!

Without the light of defense, nearly ten tentacles attacked at once.

"Huh......" Joan of Arc waved the holy sword in his right hand, and the crimson fire was blazing!

Moment...... Touched the tentacles of the flames...... Reduced to ashes!

After Joan of Arc eliminated the tentacles, he held the French Banner standing in front of him with his left hand.

"Huhu-" flirlis flag...... Turned into a rising flame!! the rolling fire fluttered in the wind like a flag.

These flames were the karmic fires that ended Joan of Arc Darke's life. The condemners believed that the fires were punishment for the witch, while Joan of Arc believed that the fires were the ultimate remedy.

That's exactly what it is...... The embodiment of the legend that the saint of France was killed by flames...... Heroic Spirit, Joan of Arc Dalke's conceptual armament!

Its name is - the Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus!

This Noble Phantasm...... It is a flame that burns Joan of Arc, and it was originally an extra-spec (EX) treasure that could only be activated at the cost of Joan of Arc's life. However, Karn, who did not allow Joan of Arc to return to Valhalla, made a pact with Joan of Arc that the life force needed to burn the Red Lotus Flame would be paid for by Karn, who had endless life!

Joan of Arc waved the Flame Banner in one hand and placed the flaming sword at her side in the other.

The flames rose, but the river beneath his feet did not react in the slightest - the flame of life only harmed Joan of Arc's perceived target.

In order to purify the filth in front of her, the blonde girl launched a charge!

"Hoohoo Hoo !!!!!!!"

Accompanied by a figure as dazzling as the sun, the fire of the red lotus rolled up, and the filth it touched ...... Everything burned to the ground.

"Shhh...... Hiss......" The giant sea devil let out a high-pitched, piercing scream of fear.

The waves on the surface of the river rolled high, and the countless filthy things under the water frantically showed a hideous state.

Joan of Arc rushed forward like a chariot of flames.

The flame banner waved in front of him was like a shield, soothing the tentacles that attacked him head-on one by one. The holy sword on his side slashed out the tentacles that attacked behind him and around him.

Overwhelming!

It's just ...... In an overwhelming charge, Joan of Arc came to the Sea Devil and stared directly at the wriggling filth that was close at hand, and Joan of Arc raised the sword of Santa Caterina in the air.

"So...... Jill. Hereunto...... That's it!"

The flame of the holy sword shone brightly, and its color became more crimson as blood, more dazzling, and more gorgeous......

The flames erupting like newborn stars have "purified" the sea devils!

The filth is burned with ashes like beautiful star dust.

Karn and the others on the riverside were also enchanted by the brilliant flames.

Above the river...... Under this starless night sky...... The rising flame banished the darkness like dawn.

- Ahhh......

If there is anyone who is most struck by this flame, it is undoubtedly the heroic spirit of the magician who is about to come to an end.

- I...... Satisfied!

As the sea demons were purified by the bursting flames, Caster's figure gradually turned into particles of light.

Caster, who was gradually becoming illusory, looked at this gorgeous and beautiful brilliance...... sighed...... Sighing......

Gone......

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The sea devil disappeared in the far river, full of devastation...... The banks of the river swept by the tentacles, as well as the bridge over the river, have also left a crack that is by no means man-made.

However, the water of the river is as if it has been purified, and it is completely not turbid when it was polluted by the sea devil.

The light cleared, and the night shrouded again.

“…… Alright, Karn. Joan of Arc returned to the riverbank.

"Hmm~ hard work. ”

"Unexpectedly...... Really solved the ......" Webb on the side was so frightened that he seemed to hide behind Rider.

"It's amazing~~" Rider also sighed.

"Ah...... Thank you...... Who are you?" Joan of Arc looked shy in the face of the words that complimented her. "The Heroic Spirit and the Master of this war?"

"Oh~ That's right. ”

"Uh......" Joan of Arc looked at Karn, a little embarrassed. Asked Karn with his eyes: Are you opponents...... What should I do?

"Haha~ Then again...... Now that Caster has been dealt with, shouldn't we have a good fight?" Rider laughed out loud without care.

“…… Huh?" Hearing Rider say this, Joan of Arc immediately raised the French flag.

However, he was stopped by Karn on the side. "We're going to have a fight, but until then...... I have other things to do. Forget it tonight. ”

"Hmm......" Rider thought as he scratched his head. "Well~ since you said so...... That's all for today...... I'm going to start the next time I encounter it. ”

"Hmm~whatever you want~" Karn waved his hand absently.

Rider drove the chariot and left with his master.

"Alright~Let's go home too~" Karn beckoned to the two golden retrievers who had hit their faces.

"Hmm~" Joan of Arc responded, disarming herself, and naturally stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Karn's arm.

"......" Saber, who had been playing soy sauce all night, saw this scene and became a little stiff for some reason, and followed the two of them.

As for the mess that is all over the battlefield...... Someone will clean it up.

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"But that...... You...... Is it dead?" a gray-haired man watched the tattoos on his hands fade away on the bridge of the Weiyuan River, his face filled with grief. "Thank you...... Taught me so much art and ......"

Then......

"Hello...... Excuse me, are you Mr. Ryunosuke Yuyu?"

A dull man's voice came from the side.

Ryunosuke Yusheng looked back and saw that it was a man dressed as a priest.

"Ah~ I am. ”

"Oh~ That's great, I need your help with something, I wonder if you can come with me?"

"Eh, what is the matter with Mr. Priest looking for me? I don't have so much space~ Wait, I still have things to do, so let's just say it here, and I'll help as much as I can." ”

"Uh...... Is that so?" the priest looked around, and saw that there were only two or three people who were attracted by the movement of the sea demons, and the rest were mostly on the shore. "Hmm...... I wanted to find a place where no one was around, but since you said so, no one around me cared about it, so I'll do it here. ”

"Huh, so...... What's the matter, woo......" As soon as Ryunosuke Yusheng finished speaking, he let out a silent wail.

A long, but not sharp, sword pierced him in the chest.

"Originally...... The loss of the Servant should have sent you to the Templar Church for protection, but you and your Spirits must be punished for violating the rules of the Holy Grail War. ”

The priest's voice did not fluctuate in any way because of the killing.

"Uh......h Uh......" Ryunosuke Yusheng, whose lungs were also pierced, couldn't make a sound, so he could only hold his chest helplessly, feeling his body gradually losing his strength.

Before his consciousness gradually blurred, Ryunosuke Yusheng looked at his palm red with his own blood in his eyes as if he had found some treasure.

The tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes were not painful, but the feeling of crying with joy, as if admiring the bright red of his palms.

When the boy who died quietly was found...... The sword in the boy's chest and the priest who killed the boy were gone.