In the splendid, empty palace, a silver-haired woman in black armor, but with a frenzied feel, would not be called a 'knight' in any way, stood in the center of the temple.

She stretched out her hand, pointed at the golden chalice in front of her, took a small sip, and chanted the incantation in a loud voice:

—hereby declared. Your body is under my command, and my fate is on your sword. At the call of the Holy Grail, if you will do so, and at my call. I swear by this........ I am the propagandist of all the wicked people of the world, and thou shalt serve me with the eyes of chaos. Thou art the one imprisoned in the cage of madness, and I am the Lord who holds his chains—Thou art the seven days of the three spirits of speech, from the wheel of restraint! O Guardian of Libra——! ”

A burst of light flashed, and in addition to the evil man who was originally standing beside the silver-haired woman, a group of servants with different costumes, different ages, and different personalities should be summoned and appear in the center of the main hall.

They were—the blue-capped Rapier Knight, the green-clad cat-eared archer, the overcoat-clad Count, the Sage with the scepter, the Masked Daughter of Thorns, the Two-Faced Man with sharp blades in both hands, and the white-haired Executioner.

"—You are finally here, my fellow citizens. I am your Master. The silver-haired woman welcomed her companion with open hands, a smile on her face, "You should understand why you've been summoned here, right?" Destruction and slaughter, this is what I command you as the Master. ”

"If there is a vibrant street, destroy it; If there is a village full of life, ravage it. No matter how evil, no matter how cruel - the gods will forgive. ”

The silver-haired woman chuckled under her breath, "Even if you are punished by God for this, it doesn't hurt. Because that's the means to prove the existence of the gods, and their love—next, Jill. Bring him to me. ”

The wicked man beside the woman answers the command.

“....... Miscellaneous........ What!? Where is this, and ....... you again!? ”

An old, but fat, medieval aristocratic ugly man dressed in the costumes of the Pope was brought to the front of the temple.

"Answer me, why don't you answer me!" The powerful old man arrogantly threatened the evil man, but when he saw the silver-haired woman in armor who did not look like a knight on the other side of his eyes, his face collapsed like a mud flow, and he let out a "Bah!? Cold sweat instantly soaked his back and forehead.

The silver-haired woman seemed to be enjoying the old man's horror, and she raised the corners of her mouth with a smile: "Ah Pierre, Bishop Pierre Cochon, I have been looking forward to seeing you again - I, Joan of Arc, have not forgotten this face of yours for a day!" ”

The silver-haired woman, no, Joan of Arc, turned her expression and looked coldly at the old man in front of her.

Bishop Pierre couldn't accept the reality and kept shaking his fat pig-like head: "No - no way, no way, no way, no way, no way!" You, you're - Joan of Arc!? No way! It's absolutely impossible! You're dead! Three days ago, I was burned right in front of me!! ”

"It must be a dream, a nightmare! What else could it be but a nightmare..... No, it can't be, you have sinned, and God can't raise you .......!! ”

"Me? Guilty of a crime? Fighting for one's own country, if this is also a sin, then there are no good people in this world! ”

Joan of Arc snatched the gilded cross that Bishop Pierre was holding tightly in his hand, threw it away, and then gave Pierre a twisted, mocking grin: "Ha, sure enough, there are no gods. If it were really watching us and approving of you as a bishop, you wouldn't be standing here like a stupid pig waiting to be slaughtered! ”

Bishop Pierre trembled and trembled, unable to utter a word.

Joan of Arc snorted coldly and drew her sword from her belt, "What are you going to do next, Bishop?" Joan of Arc, whom you have impeached as a heretic, is now standing in front of you? Are you not going to insult, ridicule, trample, or ravage me? Wicked Joan of Arc stands before you right now, insulting your god? Don't you have to roar like me like a brave lion!? Come on, come on, come on!! ”

"Rao—"

"Rao?"

"Rao...... Life. Please spare me! I'm willing to do anything, please, spare me, spare me, don't kill me!! ”

Bishop Pierre finally gave up the last bit of dignity, cried in the basilica, fell to his knees, and begged for mercy from the witch who had proudly tried him at the stake.

It was so laughable and ugly.

Therefore, Joan of Arc laughed, covered her face, and laughed: "-Ha, ahahahahaha!" Hey, do you hear that, Jill!? He actually said: Spare me? The high Bishop, who bound me, who mocked me, despised me, slandered me as a messenger of the devil, and burned me on the cross, is now so humble! Ahhh ”

"Yes, Joan of Arc." Marshal Gilles de Ray, once Joan of Arc's most loyal general, carried a magic book made of human skin in his arms, and his iron-blue face showed a fanatical expression, "A stupid pig like this cannot be called a 'believer' at all. He is a walking piece of flesh, a dregs of the world. ”

"I didn't ask the gods for forgiveness, but instead begged for mercy from me, who had been reduced to a witch, what a scum among believers!" Joan of Arc pointed at Pierre, "Got it, Bishop." Haven't you proven yourself to be a heretic now? ”

"Spare me, spare me......." Bishop Pierre didn't listen to anything, and shook his head profusely.

"Ugh." Joan of Arc removed the tip of her sword and sighed boredly, "I say, Bishop, if it's you, you should remember it vividly, right?" ”

"W-what......?"

"What punishment should be imposed on heretics, even if you are as stupid as you are, you should know, right?"

When it comes to punishment for heresy, of course there is only one, the only one.

That is, - burning at the stake.

Bishop Pierre's legs weakened, and he suddenly sat down on the ground, crying like a child, and at the same time making an oar with both hands to quickly make his body backwards: "No, no, no, no, no!!" Plentiful...... Please, please don't kill me!! ”

"Alright—let's start with our feet." Joan of Arc smiled heartily, "If I were burned by the divine flames, then your body would have been burned by the fire of hell. Say goodbye to your gods, bugs! ”

"Ahh——!!!!!!!!h

Without magic and without warning, Bishop Pierre's body began in his feet and spontaneously combusted for no apparent reason. The fire spread to the whole body in an instant, and only a black shadow could be seen in the surging flames.

Seeing this, Joan of Arc reached out to cover her face and laughed maniacally.

Laughter and screams resounded through the hall like a satirical drama.

It wasn't until Bishop Pierre's voice grew quieter, burned to ashes, and the flames were extinguished, that Joan of Arc looked away at the seven horsemen who had watched the 'play' throughout, but had not been emitted either by exclamation or accusation.

They were like numb puppets or fanatical followers, looking at Joan of Arc in unison.

"I have only one order." Joan of Arc said, "Purify the country, purge the mistake of the name France." ”

"Let's sweep and ravage, starting with the nostalgic Orleans......"