"Sabotage! Trample! Spoil everything! Destroy everything! ”

The woman with short and medium hair, dressed in a pitch-black dress and with a dull hair color like blonde bleaching, clenched the flag in her hand and stared at the tall and thin man beside her with bulging eyeballs:

"Jill, are you done! The action is too slow! Be careful I kill you! ”

"Don't worry, Joan of Arc."

Caster, Gilles de Ray smiled, not angry or otherwise angry even though the other man threatened to kill him:

"Now, it's a mess out there, and we'll be able to collect it soon."

Gilles de Ray said in a calm tone in a robe shrouded in pitch black and deep like something of the depths, the blood-like crimson of the swarthy fabric swaying with his voice, exaggerating outwards with terror.

This woman in a pitch-black dress and armor with a look full of destruction, anger and hatred is none other than Joan of Arc.

Gilles de Ray stared at the "Holy Maiden" in front of him.

It's different, it's really different, it's not the same as it is in my impression.

But it is Joan of Arc.

There's nothing wrong with that.

He who once believed in the Lord so devout will become like this.

Why can't Joan of Arc, who believed in the Lord more devoutly, but was burned at the stake in the name of heresy?

With the help of the Lord from Hell, he succeeded in resurrecting Joan of Arc, whether true or not, and in front of him, Joan of Arc.

"I'm sorry, Joan of Arc, the banquet has been postponed a little, but it will definitely happen."

Gilles de Ray's bulging eyeballs were obscured by the eyelids that were covered when he smiled, and the madness and fanaticism in them seemed to disappear.

But the next moment, when he opened his eyes, there was more, palpitating madness in his cloudy eyes:

"Let this city be covered in flames, let them be burned by the fire of hell!"

"That's right!"

"Such a false belief cannot be conveyed to the Lord of Heaven."

"Such a shallow faith cannot sprout in the land of the Lord."

"The Lamb of the earth is not worth saving."

Hei Zhen, who was created with the cooperation of the Qin people and Guildre, showed a hideous smile:

"Today is Judgment Day!"

"But, sir—"

At this time, the orange-haired and purple-clothed young man on the side, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, scratched his head:

"Didn't you say before that the Lord doesn't exist?"

After Miss Joan of Arc was summoned, the lord became delighted.

The lord became happy, and he was happy for the lord.

Although he didn't quite understand these magic or magic things, he could still understand emotions.

He had seen the expression on his face as if he had lost everything important when he told him about the burning of Miss Joan of Arc, and it was from that time that he deeply understood the deep and unknown sorrow of the old man.

But it's one thing for the lord to be sad, and it's another thing to say about the existence of God.

Why did Miss Joan of Arc begin to think that God existed again after she was summoned?

Ryunosuke was a little puzzled, before Miss Joan of Arc was summoned, the lord had just said that the Lord did not exist.

"God, does it exist? It must exist, right? ”

Hearing Ryunosuke's inquiry, Gil de Ray couldn't help but be quiet, and he looked earnestly at the face of this simple and loyal Master who could understand him.

Joan of Arc on the side also quieted down, listening to the conversation between the two.

"Ryunosuke, gods do exist, but gods only play with humans, and gods will not punish them for any blasphemy."

Once, he had done probably the most vicious and serious act of blasphemy that could be done in the world.

The wailing and crying of thousands of young children did not lead to the Lord's chastisement.

"Yes."

Joan of Arc, who was full of evil, smiled fiercely:

"Men and women, young and old, pagans and believers, the Lord does not discriminate equally, and those who do not receive the love of the Lord are ants with no value in existence."

The Holy Maiden, who was "resurrected" with the power of evil, has long been distorted in her faith and convictions.

"All human beings who cannot prove the love of the Lord should die! No matter how wicked, no matter how cruel, the Lord will give us forgiveness! It's the will of the Lord! ”

"Really? Miss Joan of Arc! Sure enough! ”

Ryunosuke leaned over very excitedly, shook Joan of Arc's hand hard, shook it up and down vigorously as if he had met a fellow Taoist, and in Kuro Zhen's slightly stunned expression, he let go of her hand again, turned around, and opened his hands to the sky:

"The world is so boring, so I keep searching, but the more I explore, the more interesting and strange things I discover! As long as you change the angle, you can find that there is foreshadowing everywhere! ”

Ryunosuke turned around excitedly and continued to the two:

"Somebody must be writing it! Write the script of this world! Someone must be writing this long script with billions of characters, and this person is undoubtedly a god! ”

Gilles de Ray and Joan of Arc looked at each other, and then the Caster asked, with a little surprise:

"Ryunosuke, do you think the Lord loves humans?"

"Of course!"

Without hesitation, Ryunosuke replied:

"Those who can write the script of this world for thousands of years without stopping must love human beings very much! No, it doesn't matter if it's a human or something! It's all loved! ”

Whether it's a hymn of courage and hope, or a bloody and mournful cry shrouded in despair, it's God's favorite passage! Blasphemy or not! Worship or not! It's all a tribute to God, isn't it? ”

He stretched out his hand and showed the blood on his hand to the two of them:

"You see, isn't such a bright color evidence that God loves man? Without love, how can such beautiful colors be created? ”

Not only Gil de Ray, but even Joan of Arc were shocked by Ryunosuke's strange view of faith.

"Yes, that's right! Jill! ”

Joan of Arc, who was shrouded in evil power, laughed:

"The blasphemy you have done is, in the eyes of the Lord, nothing but a shoddy opera performance."

"Yes, Joan of Arc."

Gilles de Ray looked at Joan of Arc in front of him, and his eyes showed sadness, as if the last trace of calm before madness:

"Then let us color the Lord's courtyard with more vivid despair and weeping!"

He stretched out his hand, and his dry palm opened the Luoyan City textbook.

In his ears, the words of the great man rang:

"Marshal C, I think you can save this for the most exciting time, this is a curtain call."

PS: This chapter is basically the plot of FZ's original work, but it has been slightly changed to allow Joan of Arc to join the carnival of Group C.