Hei Zhen smacked her lips, and there was a flush on her cheeks that she didn't know if it was caused by pain or simply shyness, and she shouted embarrassedly:

"Well, so what! Whether I remember it or not, it can't change the fact that I'm Joan of Arc! ”

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

Joan of Arc suddenly reached out and hugged Kurozhen's head, gently resting her face on her chest.

Kurithya was stunned by her sudden movements.

"You....... What are you doing!? ”

Joan of Arc reached out and brushed her silver hair: "Joan of Arc, I can understand why you are angry with France, but now that it's all over, let it go, it's not a hatred you should carry." ”

"Holy Maiden, you ......"

Joan of Arc pressed her hands on Heizhen's shoulders and looked at her with a smile: "We have the same face, maybe we still have the same blood in our bodies, but you were born later than me, so you have to call me sister....... If we can meet again, I will teach you how to behave in the world, and you must be enlightened when the time comes. ”

"Guy who talks to himself....... Hmph, obviously the strength is stronger than me, why should I be ...... Sister ......." Joan of Arc blushed and said a word arrogantly, but her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she suddenly tilted her head and fell on Joan of Arc's chest, and her body glowed with golden light, which gradually turned into light and disappeared.

She won't be returning to Valhalla, because she's not really Joan of Arc, but was created to live up to someone's expectations - a 'replica' of Joan of Arc.

If there is no special reason, she does not exist in Valhalla, nor does she exist in any of the legends, she may not be summoned again. Because she is an empty heroic spirit, she is a 'fake' and a 'fake'.

But just before she could disappear completely, Joan of Arc suddenly grabbed Heizhen's flag and tore off a piece of it.

She looked at the flag in her hand that had not disappeared and smiled, then stood up in silence.

"The Holy Grail is not on Joan of Arc." She turned her head sideways and said to Liu Yuan, who walked to her side.

Liu Yuan nodded: "She is also a servant who was summoned by someone, and the Holy Grail will naturally not let her hold it in her hand." ”

"Then, sure enough, we still need to go to Orleans and find what Marda said, the real master of these mad servants."

"Before it gets dark, just today, solve this peculiarity!"

After meeting up with Siegfried, who had already eliminated the Nerd, the group left Lyon and rushed in the direction of Orleans.

This time they didn't drag their feet like before, and the servants all ran on the ground at a speed that surpassed the car, while the slower Liu Yuan and Olga Marie rode on a pure daytime horse summoned by Medusa, and were carried by Medusa to fly in the sky.

However, before arriving in Orleans, they did see a group of soldiers fighting against the Wyvern not far outside the city. They were well-armed, orderly in advance and retreat, and even carried powerful artillery to deal with the flying dragons, apparently prepared.

However, in the face of the dragon race, whose combat power far surpassed that of humans, these ordinary people still seemed a little powerless, and they were defeated and retreated.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yuan asked the servants to stop a little and go to help those soldiers break the siege first.

The ending can be imagined, in front of a group of servants, the flying dragon group has no deterrent power at all, not to mention that there is also Qi Gefei, a dragon slaying expert, among them, almost in the blink of an eye, the surrounding flying dragons were cut clean, and all the blood and severed limbs of the flying dragons were in sight.

After doing all this, Liu Yuan and the others didn't communicate with those soldiers, and ran away.

The soldiers looked at the servants who did good deeds without leaving their names and killed the yo-yo directly like **, and even felt that they might be dreaming.

And some soldiers with a heart found a figure that people had to pay attention to.

"What? You said there was Joan of Arc in those people just now...... No, the Witch of the Dragon? Gilles de Rey, the current Marshal of France and the commander of this group of soldiers, was surprised to hear the report from his men.

"Are you sure you're right?"

"Yes, that's a witch indeed!"

“.......”

Gilles de Ray looked into the distance where the servants had departed. But they were moving so fast that they were gone in the blink of an eye.

"Is that you, Joan of Arc......." Gilles de Ray muttered blankly.

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After nearly an hour, Liu Yuan and the others finally arrived in Orleans, and without resting, they rushed into the city without hesitation.

The city was unsurprisingly filled with many dragons, but these obviously could not stop them, and Joan of Arc and the others overcame all obstacles and rushed into the gorgeous castle where the lord lived like an unstoppable chariot.

But unexpectedly, there were no enemies there to stop them, not only that, not even the dragons, everyone went all the way to the main hall, and after pushing the door open, they saw the man standing in the center of the main hall.

The man had an unhealthy complexion like a zombie, two large bulging eyes, a brown magic book in both hands, and a dark blue robe with a very long hem that had accumulated under his feet.

"Welcome, Joan of Arc." The man squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"Jill ......." Joan of Arc looked at him regretfully and slowly stepped forward, "I didn't expect it...... No, when I knew that Joan of Arc only had the memory of two years in the military, I had already guessed that it was you. It was really unexpected that you, who stood up to justice, would become like this. ”

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"Joan of Arc, she's your masterpiece, isn't she?"

"That's right." Gilles de Ray generously admitted, only to see him open his hands, and some kind of huge magical reaction suddenly appeared in his chest.

Roman, who was always watching on the other side of the screen, suddenly shouted: "That reaction, it's the Holy Grail!" The Holy Grail is on that Servant!! ”

Hearing Roman's words, Joan of Arc's eyes froze: "Sure enough, did you rely on the Holy Grail to 'make' Black Joan of Arc and trick her into destroying France?" ”

"Yes." Gilles de Ray nodded, but then shook his head again, "But one thing you said was wrong, I didn't lie to her from beginning to end. She knew that she was a created Heroic Spirit, and she knew that she wasn't really Joan of Arc, but as long as that anger remained, she was a real Heroic Spirit, even stronger than you, Joan of Arc, and yourself, wasn't she? ”

"Yes, she is stronger than me, I can't deny that....... But why, Jill? Why do this kind of thing. What's in it for you to ruin France? Does this behavior make any sense? ”

"You say....... Significance? Gilles de Ray suddenly laughed, "Ha, hahahaha! Joan of Arc! You actually ask me what is the point of such behavior? Don't you understand, and until now, you still don't understand!? ”

Gilles de Ray's face suddenly distorted, and he roared like a lion in annoyance: "I, in order to avenge the world that betrayed you, kill Charles VII, kill Bishop Pierre, and destroy France, I am angry for you, I hate for you, why, now you still put on that expression of pity for me!?" I didn't do anything wrong for revenge, did I!! ”