A little back in time, Joan of Arc took out something that Catherine had given her earlier in order to solve Fafner's fear of Siegfried.

That woman always gives people a ...... A feeling of nothingness. Although she actively assisted in the rectification of the people, it was clear that her interest in the matter itself was far less intense than that of observing the reaction of the Chaldeans.

Rather, she doesn't really want to destroy humanity, but simply enjoys human troubles, fear, panic, and so on. Or maybe it's enjoying some other kind of feeling.

But it has nothing to do with Joan of Arc. The target of her revenge is France, and as long as she can burn her own flames to every corner of France, so that the French bastards who have pushed themselves at the stake can also experience the excruciating pain of being licked by the flames, then it will be worth it.

The woman had a feeling of holding everything in her hands at all times, a feeling similar to that of an unpredictable prophet, but not the same.

It's like...... Yes, it's like the current Humane Salvation Plan.

Everyone knows what proper history should look like, but in fact the history we see is not like that, so there is still a sense of confusion.

Catherine also feels this way, she obviously knows what will happen in the future, but she can't accurately calculate the next direction of development, and the result is still not anything.

For example, now, the woman had long known that Fafner had a fear of Siegfried, and that she would be discouraged by Fafner's problem, but she just didn't solve it in advance, she had to give herself something like a clever idea, and when she encountered it, she was annoyed and had to do what she said.

This woman's nature is too bad.

What Catherine gave her was two things.

An unlabeled flask that looks close to a mana potion commonly found in online games. The intricately carved crystal bottle is filled with an unknown liquid that glows blue.

There is also a lasso, which is very common, similar to a horse's chew (a mouthpiece in a horse's mouth), but it is much larger, and there is something like an iron nail on the outside. This thing was clearly for Joan of Arc to better control Fafner.

Joan of Arc also felt that the potion was too suspicious at first, and wanted to lock it directly, but was met with fierce resistance from Fafner.

Are you kidding! It's a famous dragon in the world! It is the top of the fantasy species! It's a dragon species! It's the strongest dragon species! How is it possible to accept being put on such a thing! Being driven by someone makes it feel humiliating, let alone wearing it.

As an evil dragon, if someone wears this thing, what difference does it have from ordinary animals?

As a last resort, Joan of Arc had no choice but to feed the potion to Fafner first.

From the point of view of reason and logic, there are actually many possibilities for the potion, for example, Joan of Arc drank it himself, or sprinkled it on Fafner. But Joan of Arc wasn't stupid, so why did she have to drink something from such an unknown source, so she fed it to Fafner.

There is no resistance to this black dragon, after all, Black Joan of Arc is its summoner. Moreover, Joan of Arc still needs its power, surely it won't assassinate herself, right?

With this in mind, Fafner drank the potion, which was less than half a bottle of mineral water.

Then the dragon crawled to the ground, closed its eyes, and stopped breathing.

……

It...... He's dead.

It's some kind of very intense poison.

As long as you take it, no, you don't even need to take it, as long as it touches the skin a little, it has an extremely deadly effect.

Considering that Catherine's whole thing is related to Norse mythology, this thing is probably [Jörmungad's Poison].

"Hey, hey! You guy, don't be lazy with me! Is this a sleeping pill? ”

Joan of Arc kicked the huge dragon head a few times, however, with her kick, Fafner's flesh loosened, and she actually kicked it up! The dragon scales rolled up with bright red flesh, and at once it flew towards the ceiling, and the flesh splashed on it, unfolding a desperate blood.

The incomparably sturdy dragon body was actually ...... Actually been! Such a kick exploded?!

Joan of Arc was stunned, but finally understood that Fafner was real...... He's dead.

"Hey! Catherine! You bastard bitch! You're in the neighborhood! Come out for the old lady! ”

Joan of Arc frantically swung her black cloak and swept everything around her into flames, as if she could force out Catherine, who was staying nearby.

"Oh, what's wrong, cutie."

"Shut up!"

As soon as Joan of Arc saw Catherine appearing, she raised her hand and burst into flames, and the blazing flames quickly ignited her body. But in the next moment, the crimson flames were dyed with pitch black, as if they had instantly turned into liquid, and they were sucked down Catherine's skin and into her body.

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry - although I also like your hot temper."

Catherine smiled uncomfortably, and while smiling, her right hand unconsciously pressed into her lower abdomen. From a medical point of view, the position of her hand is the organ that all living beings conceive from the mother's body.

"I ask you! What kind of ghost potion did you give me! Fafner it! ”

"Drink it and die, right?"

"Nonsense! Glance! ”

"So, if you die a dragon, you won't have to be afraid! Is there anything wrong with this? ”

Catherine smiled teasingly, her shoulders swaying.

"You guy! Dare to laugh! Kill you! ”

"Now, don't be angry. Didn't I give you two things? You tie that rein now. ”

Catherine pouted her, and Joan of Arc snorted, and now she couldn't help but believe it. What if you don't believe?

As a last resort, Joan of Arc pried open Fafner's mouth and took the huge ...... The dragon chews into its mouth.

From the black chains and belts, a fierce ominous magic suddenly emerged. The chains and straps were like living vines, and the octopus took the initiative to tie up Fafner's body, through the dragon scales, into the flesh, like tendons, rooted in its corpse.

In a few moments, the dead dragon, Fafner, was reborn.

In fantasy, a special dragon that can always be seen.

[Zombie Dragon] or [Dragon Zombie].

The evil dragon that has turned into an undead creature no longer knows what fear is.

The red flesh of the skull that had been kicked off by Joan of Arc before was re-cemented, and the scales regrew. Obviously, it acquires a certain degree of immortality.

"It's ......"

Joan of Arc was stunned.

"Na, vengeful saint who spreads fear. Can flames alone really calm your anger? Come, join Fafner, the dragon zombie, and spread the plague and panic throughout France! Isn't it more interesting to give humans a happy death, but to wail in the midst of an epidemic and finally die of weakness? ”