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Fettnay was in the middle of it—she didn't know why she was able to watch it all so calmly.

When!

The voice behind her made her turn her head—and she saw the swords in the hands of the two soldiers clashing together, their expressions hideous, which was already the meaning of complete "immersion" in this "world".

She turned her head back and saw a soldier standing directly in front of her, and between them, people were fighting each other, making it seem like a frozen world, where no one cared - but to each other, it meant a lot.

Fitnair slowly drew her sword, a loud shout ringing in her ears as the soldier headed straight for her—the sword held high seemed to be able to slash her with ease.

It was a surprise that someone like her appeared on the battlefield - even with her high status and unique strength, she looked like just an ordinary thin girl.

When!

And yet—Fitney raised her hand, and the peculiar lines on her arm flashed, and she easily blocked the blow, took a step back, turned sideways, and skillfully unloaded the power of the King's Sword in her hand—and twisted her wrist and slashed down, splitting the opponent's sword into several pieces.

There was no way for Fitney to fully use the power of that legendary sword, but in terms of its own strength, it was difficult for ordinary weapons to surpass.

Fitnair was not a helpless girl, she had lived alone in Aesop Forest for three years, and she had been blessed, and it was almost impossible to find someone in the Kingdom of Luther who could surpass her in this regard.

However, having the power that can appear on the battlefield is not her purpose, she ......

The soldier's sword was cut off, and he took a step back, when a cavalryman sped past him, and when he saw him like this, he quickly raised his sword in his hand.

Fitnay looked at the scene in front of him, a man who was alive one second, and the next second, his head was thrown like garbage onto the chaotic battlefield.

The feeling of death......

She silently raised her hand, her fingers spread, and through the cracks of her fingers, she saw the blood splattered on her hands, and the man who had lost his head and had fallen.

"Huh. Fitney seemed to be immersed in what kind of feeling, and suddenly, she felt a figure appear in her sight.

Black ......

The little black cat...... Why is it here?

Fitney subconsciously ran after the little black cat, wondering in her heart, didn't she place this little guy properly?

It's even more difficult to chase a small animal in such an environment, and Fitney also needs to be careful not to let those who are fighting hit him.

After the chase, when Fitney looked up, he found that Joan of Arc was not far away, and her battle with Edward had changed many places - although they were both "ordinary people", they were also summoners made of magical power, and they were able to manipulate a huge amount of magical power in their own right.

But even if the body is made of magic, it can be harmed.

Seeing that Joan of Arc was shaken away by Edward, behind her, a longbowman drew his bow—

"Joan of Arc!" said Fettnay when he saw this.

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, turned slightly, she gritted her teeth, turned sideways, and the arrow shot past her shoulder, and at the same time, Edward, who was carrying the sword, stepped forward.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc's eyes became more determined, and with one hand he plunged the flag into the ground, not advancing but retreating, the flag was windless, and a great pressure was transmitted from above—the record says that Joan of Arc's banner was more important than her sword.

This is a woman who lives by her beliefs and will pass them on to the hearts of every follower.

Seeing this, Fettnay raised his hand, and the effect of the [Convergence Pattern] appeared—the magic gathered here, and Joan of Arc was shrouded in a layer of light, just like the introduction of this holy woman in the story—and was guided by the gods to have such a radiance.

Even Fettnay felt the brilliance.

Joan of Arc stepped forward, and the sword swung out—the kind of faith that even Edward was slightly stunned.

Originally, the reason was not enough for this woman-

By the time everything had stopped, Edward had been pierced by Joan of Arc's sword.

"Joan of Arc. ”

"What's wrong, Lornay?"

"This is not a battlefield in your homeland, and even if you succeed in killing Edward, the events that have happened in history will not be changed, including your death. ”

"I know. ”

"Why ......"

"Because of God's Word, I will not regret my choice, no matter where, when, even if nothing can be changed - I will not change my choice. ”

This feeling......

Fitney came back from his trance and suddenly felt that the movements of the people around him were "frozen".

They seem to have forgotten what kind of camp they were in and what they were fighting for—even the armies of the Kingdom of Luther who had followed later.

The only one who can defeat the other party in this duel and save this kingdom is this woman.

Fitney breathed a sigh of relief—at least, she hadn't made the wrong choice.

Joan of Arc turned her head and smiled at her.

There was some heat on the back of his hand—Fitnair glanced at his hand—the red streaks seemed to come alive, and the pattern stretched out in all directions.

Fitney looked up and saw that both Joan of Arc and Edward were fading.

When the burning sensation on their hands was gone, so were they.

It worked...... ?

Sand......

Except for Fitney, no one else seemed to come back to her senses, and when she glanced at these people, she suddenly found that there was a figure in the crowd that disappeared in a flash.

Brunette ...... Youth.

"Ed?" she muttered, immediately chasing after her.

She had no other thoughts on her mind, just trying to catch up.

The blue-purple eyes reflected the faces of countless people, and she was just trying to find the figure that seemed to disappear at any moment—she could catch a few wisps of black at the first turn, but when she turned a few more corners, there was no trace left around her.

The guy ...... What are you doing.

Fitney frowned and looked around.

Fitnair had forgotten one important thing - even if Edward was dead, it did not mean that the Holy See's army had been defeated - that the Black Sparrow's army, with its predominantly cavalry configuration, was still reluctant to match the longbowmen.

When Edward died, Joan of Arc disappeared with him.

She needed to solve the problem, but it was delayed because of this trivial matter.

By the time she could react, the longbowmen had already done - they drew their bows and fired a new round of shots - one of the arrows pointed straight at Fitney!

Fitney could sense the danger approaching, but when she turned her head, the arrow was already in front of her—