Chapter 26: The Dragon Witch
Carrying the immense lingering regret and grief over Marie's sacrifice, Belle's eyes were red as she fought her way all the way to the foot of Orléans.
Here, they welcomed the final showdown with the "Dragon Witch," Jeanne dArc Alter.
In the scene, the entire city of Orléans had already turned into a sea of fire.
The Dragon Witch, with her long pale hair and holding a pitch-black, tattered battle flag, stood high upon the city wall, looking down at the Master's group with eyes full of fanaticism and resentment.
"Why?!"
Hellfire burned within Jeanne d'Arc's golden slitted pupils as she shrieked and roared at the Jeanne d'Arc below:
"France betrayed you! Those ignorant masses sent you to the stake! Your flesh was burned to charcoal in the raging flames—so why do you still protect them?!"
"Howl! Resent! Burn this filthy country entirely to ashes—isn't that your only obsession within these flames?!"
Accompanied by Jeanne d'Arc's desperate and pathological roar, Belle wiped her tears and sniffled, lamenting:
"Even though she killed many people, considering the real history... Jeanne d'Arc really was burned to death as a witch. If it were me, I might be even more insane than she is."
The bullet chat was also filled with sighs; many players who originally hated the boss now felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
In this game's plot, there is no absolute right or wrong, only the sorrow of being toyed with by fate.
However, facing Jeanne d'Arc's accusations, the Jeanne d'Arc in the scene slowly shook her head.
In those clear eyes, there wasn't a hint of resentment, only endless compassion.
"No. I have never resented France, nor have I ever resented anyone."
Jeanne d'Arc tightened her grip on the golden fleur-de-lis battle flag. "Because, you are not me at all."
As soon as these words were spoken, not only was the Jeanne d'Arc in the game stunned, but all the players watching the stream were also stunned.
"You... are merely a wish made by Gilles de Rais (the Marshal) using the Holy Grail."
Though Jeanne d'Arc's voice was gentle, it was like a sharp knife piercing through the cruel truth.
"Marshal Gilles could not accept my death; he believed I would surely feel resentment, that I would surely curse this world."
"So, using the magical power of the Holy Grail, he fabricated out of thin air a 'Jeanne d'Arc filled with vengeful fury'."
"You have no memories of the past, no bonds from when you were alive... You are nothing more than a [Fake] (Fake) fictionalized from someone else's obsession and sorrow!"
Boom—!
These words were like a thunderclap from the highest heavens, exploding in the minds of all the players from the other world.
"Holy crap?!!!"
"Fabricated?! Jeanne dArc Alter isn't the original gone dark, but a Fake created by someone else's forced wish on the Holy Grail?!"
"What kind of god-tier plot twist is this!"
In the VR display, having learned the truth, Jeanne d'Arc's pupils trembled violently.
Her mask of arrogance, pride, and haughtiness that she had worn all along shattered completely at this moment.
"I... am a Fake?"
She looked at her trembling hands; for the first time, a confusion and fear like that of a lost child surfaced in her golden slitted pupils that had once burned with hellfire.
Even her black flames, symbolizing revenge, began to flicker unsteadily.
But soon, this fear of her own existence was masked by an even more extreme madness.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!! Even if I am a Fake, I will kill you all! To prove that I am the true Dragon Witch!!!"
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