"Huh? Family ......"

Joan of Arc was completely confused about the question.

"That's ......"

Seeing Black Joan of Arc's expression, Joan of Arc sighed.

"No matter how vivid the memories of the battlefield are, more of them are in my mind, as a country girl. Even on my dark side, it's impossible to forget that idyllic time. ”

It is also natural that Joan of Arc was only nineteen years old when she died, seventeen years old when she left her homeland, and spent the previous seventeen years in the village of Donremi. Two years and seventeen years, no matter how vivid these two years are, they can't overwhelm the seventeen years of life.

"No, it is because we cannot forget that we feel despair and anger at betrayal and hatred. You don't have any memory......"

"I'm ......," Joan of Arc froze.

"So, so what?" Madness Caster, magician Gilles de Les yells, "No memory or not can change the fact that you are Joan of Arc!" ”

"yes, that's it!" Joan of Arc nodded vigorously, but everyone could see the anxiety in her heart that could not be eliminated.

"That's true, it doesn't matter if you have a memory or not."

Joan of Arc said no more. At this moment, she finally found the answer she wanted.

"I'll knock you down. There is neither anger nor resistance, nor anger nor hatred! 'Witch of the Dragon', I, I will bring you down with sorrow! ”

Irises flutter and the holy flag rushes forward.

"Don't talk big, dregs!" The Evil Dragon Banner flies.

In an instant, the two flags intersected, and the torrent of magic raged!

Black and white, saint and witch, the two Joan of Arc finally begin their final showdown.

No hesitation, no pity.

Until one falls and loses his life!

Seeing such a gun...... Uh, the blood, the fist-to-flesh battle, the mad Caster showed a rare anxiety.

"Joan of Arc!"

He shouted loudly, wanting to rush into the battlefield of the two holy maidens.

But at the moment when he raised his foot, he was stopped by a lightning bolt that spread horizontally.

"You—Caster...... Perseus! ”

Berserk Caster turned his head to look at the great hero from an even older era, his eyes wide as if he had been shaped with a fury comparable to that of Joan of Arc.

"With me, you can't go anywhere!"

Compared to his angry opponent, Perseus's eyes were as cold as a block of ice.

"It's you again!"

"That's right, it's me again!"

The confrontation between the cold and the fury made the anger rise higher and higher, and the cold became colder and colder.

"Why?"

"Why do you have to hinder me, hinder my Joan of Arc every time?"

"Why trespass on everything and trespass on everything? Why ruin my dreams? ”

Because he has the closest relationship with Joan of Arc, although Madness Caster spends most of his time in Orleans and rarely goes out, he basically knows what is happening outside.

The Holy Maiden was summoned, and the first person to appear beside her was this Caster named Perseus.

The man followed the saint all the time and did not leave.

Protect her when she is not fully powered.

At the moment of crisis, he helped her regain her strength.

Again and again accompanied her from birth to death, and again and again to thwart her own plans for black Joan of Arc.

Like a loyal guard, like a life coach.

Thanks to his efforts, all the rebels rallied and launched a final decisive battle, pushing the originally dominant side of Joan of Arc into a corner.

If it weren't for this man, the saint would have been wiped out long ago.

Joan of Arc and herself would not have fallen to such a point.

This is a dreamy era that should belong to me and Black Joan of Arc!

What's even more ironic is that Perseus, like himself, was a warrior in his lifetime, but he was summoned as a magician.

It's like a trick of fate, allowing yourself to lose everything again when you are about to get everything.

So mad Caster rage, unwillingness, hatred, madness!

However, the negative emotions and problems of the mad Caster, Perseus did not pay attention.

"You talk too much nonsense, am I familiar with you? If it's a cute girl, maybe I'll be in the mood to say a few more words, just you old thing - I'll feel disgusted if I look at it more! ”

In the middle of speaking, Perseus instantly accelerated, dodged in front of Caster, and made a loud contact with the latter's face with his fist with lightning speed.

With just one punch, he smashed the whole person of Mad Caster out more than ten meters, and fell to the ground in embarrassment like a rag bag.

As if feeling that he had touched something dirty, Perseus took out a napkin from his pocket and wiped his hands, and said as he wiped it:

"Stand up, I know with all the strength I need to know that this blow will kill you. Or is that all you have to dream? If it were, I'd be disappointed, it's not even third-rate. It's no wonder that Joan of Arc will fail, and with the help of an unruly guy like you, it's strange not to fail!! ”

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!! You guy, you guy, you guy-"

The mad Caster jumped up as if he had been poked in the sore spot. He called out incoherently, and quickly flipped through the human skin magic book in his hand.

"—Don't think you're going to win, Prelati's Spellbook!"

A torrent of magic erupted from the human skin book, and the sheer number and ominous coercion were no less than Fafnner's.

Undoubtedly, this is the treasure that maddened Caster, and it is also the reason why he was able to be summoned as Caster.

At the beckoning of the magic book, disgusting sea demons emerged from the ground and surged towards Perseus.

The latter still maintained his contempt for the mad Caster, tearing his hands and kicks, and a random blow could break the sea devil into a mess of minced meat.

"What's the use of something that's not even a bipedal wyvern but a waste of magic and disgusting?"

"It's not over yet, it's not over yet! O my ally Plelaty, give me strength! ”

With the roar of the mad Caster, the magic power emanating from the human skin book became more and more intense, and more and more sea demons were summoned.

There were only a few dozen in the first second, more than 100 in the next second, and a thousand in the next second.

The sea devils flocked to Perseus, drowning him in a sea of monsters almost instantly.

"Be their bait, damn Perseus!"

Seeing the guy who had been in the way disappear, the mad Caster's expression finally improved.

However, just after a split second, the magician's expression froze again.

I saw a snowy silver light in the sea of monsters, and everywhere I passed, all the monsters were cut, and they couldn't even recover themselves, and the red-haired man held a sickle blade in his hand, breaking through the monster's barrier and chopping the waves!

"I've already said that this kind of thing is useless except disgusting!"