Martha Wants to Serve the 'Lord'

Atalanta's first thought was Rovi, because in her mind, Rovi was indeed capable of doing such a thing—

When it comes to 'scheming and intrigue,' the Greek Hunter Girl has never seen anyone stronger than Rovi.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." The girl standing atop the mountain raised her head, her long, emerald-green hair swaying in the wind. She looked into the distance, her beastly eyes slightly narrowed.

She laughed, revealing her canine teeth and silver teeth. "Looks like... you didn't make it either?"

"I got stuck on the road and was a step too late." The response was a clear, almost sacred female voice, and the figure that appeared was just like her voice.

She was a young girl with white hair ornaments on her head and long, flowing dark purple hair. Her face was fair and pretty, and her eyes were deep blue. The white robe she wore outlined her graceful female body, revealing her fair, full, and rounded breasts that slid smoothly down to her abdomen. A piece of fabric covered her core, and her plump thighs were bound together by light blue stockings, creating a tight and shapely look.

She held a cross-shaped spear in her hand, and behind her, a massive dragon with multiple horns on its head and scales on its back like a tortoise shell bowed its head and followed.

Saint Martha at the beginning of the Beginning of the Common Era, is said in later legends to have received a revelation from the Lord after wearing the robes of the savior, and tamed the rampaging dragon Tarasque, subduing it and becoming its follower ever since.

She was the first saint to believe in the Lord and follow the Savior.

Therefore, when the 'Lord' descended, she sensed it immediately—a sense even more accurate than that of Joan of Arc herself.

This feeling stems from past revelations and faith, something the Dragon Witch, who imitates Joan of Arc, does not possess.

At this moment, however, she was a step too late, just like Atalanta.

"Who tripped you up?"

"An unspeakable Old World Evil God."

"Guo Xin... Is this also them?" Atalanta paused, but was not surprised. After all, they were all Heroic Spirit from the ' Origin Universe '. Under the leadership of the Origin Universe's Lord Rovi, they were fighting against the terrifying forces outside the Origin Universe who fought against the gods of China, yet still had the power to permeate the stars themselves.

Chaos, the bizarre, the indescribable...

Rovi Wei rekindles the dead worlds one by one, bringing them back to life.

The indescribable beings also attempt to drag these dead realms into the ultimate abyss, using them as vessels for their manifestations to descend upon the world.

This is a game of strategy.

But at least for now, Rovi still has the upper hand.

"But I didn't expect you to dare come here... Atalanta?"

"Aren't you afraid that your own primordial Spirit Core will be corrupted by 'death'?"

Martha raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of?" Atalanta's fangs flashed slightly, but the Greek Hunter Girl smiled confidently, "How can I catch the prey I value without taking risks?"

The prey Atalanta was referring to was undoubtedly Rovi.

not to mention...

"Now that Rovi has arrived in this world, this world will surely transform from death to life."

"He's my prized prey, he's bound to succeed—"

"So, what's there to worry about!?"

If the dead realm can reignite the flame of continuation, the Heroic Spirit of the Origin Universe will naturally manifest here, and their spirits will be gathered and preserved without worrying about their Spirit Core being defiled.

Atalanta appeared very confident.

Martha smiled and said, "Indeed."

"Our Lord is the Lord of Ten Thousand Armies, the ever-victorious and glorious God of billions; wherever the shadow of our Lord points, victory is assured—"

"So, all we need to do is overturn those ugly monsters... cough cough cough, and defeat those indescribable evil gods."

"Hmph, that may be true, but I will not cooperate with you— Martha!"

Atalanta's eyes held a hint of wariness. "Your so-called 'Lord'... I'm afraid it's not just simple faith, is it?"

"Hmm?" Martha tilted her head.

"Although it's just a legend..."

"Ah—?" Martha finally understood what Atalanta meant.

The ancient biblical psalms tell of Martha receiving revelation from the Lord through serving Him... This was indeed something that the Hunter Girl before her couldn't help but admire.

However, Martha did not deny it. "To be close to my lord is exactly what I desire!"

Her expression was earnest and hopeful.

Her shining eyes seemed to carry endless radiance, so bright that Atalanta even thought she had misunderstood.

But... it's unreliable.

"Anyway, I won't cooperate with you."

Atalanta turned around, flicking her long, emerald-green hair as she moved away from the area: "I'll hunt down this Singularity Point first—"

"Including that guy!"

However, Atalanta turned around, did not notice Martha's change in expression at that moment.

From longing to anticipation.

"I never imagined that such a legend would exist in this world?"

She withdrew her gaze from Atalanta and couldn't help but lick her lips. "The legend is true..."

Suddenly, she decided to confirm this untrue rumor!

The fluttering Fleur-de-lis Banner tumbled wildly atop the carriage, where a Saint Maiden, clad in silver armor and possessing a pristine beauty, stood before the banners. As the carriage wheels turned, it slowly passed the coordinates at the fork in the road.

The road ahead was not smooth, the rural scenery was sparse and the buildings on both sides stood out, but countless people lined the road to welcome them.

The dragon on the trailer soared towards the sky.

At other times, the dark and deep form of the evil dragon would surely cause panic and fear in countless people.

But at this moment.

The submissive appearance of the Saint Maiden on the carriage made countless people feel even more at ease.

There is no other reason for this.

Because in the hearts of the France, the name ' Jeanne Dalque' itself represents a miracle.

She came from the countryside; her parents were minor nobles and landowners in the rural area, the class closest to the common people. She was educated, but the quality of her education was not high... Yet, despite having no experience, she led the France army out of its predicament and won battle after battle against the English army on the front lines.

She is a true saint—a miracle worker.

It can be said that at this moment in the 10th century AD, Jeanne Darc was both a representative of France glory and a symbol of French pride.

When the Holy Maiden entered the city, she attracted countless people to flock to the streets and stop to watch.

'Is that Lady Jeanne?'

'Lady Jeanne of Arc is a servant of God, a miracle worker, a true saint—'

'May God protect France, and may France prevail forever!'

'...'

Countless people clasped their hands together in front of their chests and bowed their heads in prayer.

Jeanne, standing in front of the carriage, glanced around and let out a slight sigh.

"Is this... okay?"

She was actually... a little surprised.

"Am I really that important to France?"

Jeanne, who had been betrayed by the upper-class France nobility, was not entirely certain about this, after all, she had been sold out... Even if she did not harbor resentment at this moment, the question of her own existence was bound to be shaken.

Saints are still human, and in essence, Jeanne was just a girl from the countryside.

Embrace miracles.

Yet she still retains the purity of a young girl.

"That's right, you are Joan of Arc— " Rovi, sitting next to Jeanne and leaning against the edge of the carriage, smiled.

He glanced at the eager, expectant eyes of the people around him. "The Anglo-French War lasted one week and sixteen months. The first week was a humiliating one for France, and the following sixteen months began the moment Joan of Arc of Arc raised her flag in Orléans— "

"France has begun its counter-offensive."

"You are of utmost importance to them, more important than any nobleman or king."

"The nobles will betray you."

"But they won't."

"Yes..." Jeanne sighed, "The common people at the bottom of society may not all be kind, but they are all pure people."

at this point.

She was deeply moved.

That's why she resolutely took that step in her hometown of Orléans, and why she, as a country girl, raised the banner of resistance against the invaders...

When .

From then until now.

She never regretted her actions.

Even when facing the stake at the end, even when facing the verdict read by the 'judge' at the very end.

The girl's face remained largely unmoved.

Fleur-de-lis Banner fluttered high.

That's where she walked out.

And now, she has returned home once again.

As Heroic Spirit, Servant, and a hero whose name will be etched in Human History... let's start from here again and save France.

Yes,

This is ' Orléans '.

Jeanne Dalque's hometown.

"Is this the hometown of Jeanne d'Arc?" Ritsuka Fujimaru leaned out of the carriage, her short red hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes full of curiosity.

She had also learned about Joan of Arc Arc's life from history books.

As I finally saw it with my own eyes.

As if finally arriving at the most critical juncture in history.

The girl was quite excited... but when she peeked out and saw only an ordinary medieval town, she was somewhat disappointed.

Mash also poked her head out.

In the carriage, only Siegfried sat upright, slowly wiping the sword in his hand.

"That's reality." Rovi glanced sideways.

But in any case.

They arrived in Orléans.

It is not far from Paris, the capital of France and also the core of the Singularity Point.

It was once lost to the enemy, but was recaptured by Joan of Arc during her lifetime. That capital city was once the residence of France nobles, but now it has become the lair of the Dragon Witch.

The Dragon Witch conquered Paris, imprisoned all the upper-class nobles of France, and controlled the entire France territory with the capital as its core.

However, Rovi's's plan was very successful because they were all acting under the guise of the ' Dragon Witch,' so the Dragon Witch was currently unaware of their identity.

Unaware that the surrounding area had already fallen into the true control of Joan of Arc of Arc, she was unaware that the area was already under her control.

She remained confident.

They were confident that they were in control of the entire Singularity Point.

He was confident that he could easily crush any enemy.

Confident...

"Snort."

In the golden hall, a black-clad, silver-haired girl, seated on the highest throne, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Ah, my great Saint Maiden, what's wrong with you?"

Before her, a seemingly insane voice rang out, and Gilles de Rais, a thin man dressed in black robes with a pale face, emerged from the shadows, his bulging eyes rolling and bloodshot.

"It's nothing, just a minor nightmare—"

The Dragon Witch glanced coldly at Gilles de Rais, her attitude as dismissive as ever. "It was just a nightmare."

Vlad III and Beowulf have both left Paris.

Gilles de Rais grinned. "I hear it's been quite lively outside lately."

"Lively?"

The Dragon Witch's expression shifted.

"Perhaps those nobles are plotting something again..." Gilles de Rais's gums were exposed, and his layered teeth looked extremely ferocious and terrifying. "But it doesn't matter, they will take care of it."

"Yeah..."

The witch closed her eyes slightly.

She remembered the nightmare she had just had... the execution ground, the pyre, the gushing flames, her body hanging down, being burned by the flames, and the menacing laughter of her own country and the empire's nobles that she could see through the overlapping flames.

That's actually... not myself.

The Dragon Witch is very clear-headed; she is indeed Jeanne, ' Jeanne d'Arc,' but she knows very well that she is not the girl who saved the country.

I thought that the girl who saved the country wouldn't want to take revenge on the world.

She won't do that.

I am certainly not her.

The scenes in the nightmare may simply be memories of what I gained as ' Jeanne,' lingering in the present world.

But she could sense from it that the Saint Maiden... clearly harbored resentment even in her dying moments.

"Jill..."

"I am here, I am the great Holy Saint Maiden."

"I want to leave the city."

Gilles de Rais was taken aback.

"The enemy has come to our door—hasn't that happened?"

"Or are you planning to imprison me?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Faced with Jeanne d'Arc Alter's icy gaze, Gilles de Rais decisively chose to back down. "Then I can only wish you... good luck in battle!"

In any case, Gilles de Rais could not possibly defy Jeanne of Arc's will.

but...

"I will protect Paris for you!"

In the name of chaos.

In the body of Old World Evil God.

"I will complete... your path of revenge for you."

"The Great Saint Maiden— "

"That must be what you wanted too, right?"

"The witch has arrived in Orléans— "

"Your Highness, what are your plans..."

"How will you know if it will work if you don't try? Besides... I still have you, don't I?"

"But I'm just a musician..."

"But you are the greatest musician in the world, aren't you?"

"Alright, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will not allow anyone to penetrate your defenses..."

"Mozart, have you forgotten our promise? Let's cut back on these kinds of jokes!"

"Ah, sorry, it was just a subconscious reaction..."

In a narrow, secluded corner, the tall, thin man paused, looking at the beautiful young woman before him, and slightly bent down. "But no matter what, I will protect your safety."

Even if it takes all your strength...

"That's really reassuring," the girl named ' Marie ' smiled.