R'lyeh, Cthulhu Invites You Into Dreams

Eighteenth-century France was undoubtedly a chaotic and turbulent region, where new ideas and trends surged and stormed against the power of the old world's aristocracy.

However, the old aristocratic forces always had ways to protect themselves.

Charles -Henri Sanson, the 'executioner,' beheaded many people, and among them were not few who would 'take the fall'.

That was a preparation made in advance by feudal nobles to deal with the crisis.

Prepare a puppet who believes themselves to be the great nobleman, and smoothly send them to the execution platform, while they themselves use the opportunity to escape...

"But this is the 15th century, and this is not an execution platform!" Mozart immediately retorted, seemingly forgetting the immediate crisis. "Do you think the creators of the Singularity Point would need to deal with a crisis in this way!?"

"That's hard to say. Be prepared for danger even in times of peace—that's a saying I learned from a Magecraft from the East."

Charles still insisted on his own opinion.

"No, no, no, it must be a clone—"

"It's a puppet!"

"Clone!"

"Puppet!"

"..."

Is this the France heroine of later generations...? Joan of Arc herself remained silent.

She looked at the Rovi standing in front of her, and just then she saw that the woman opposite her, who would later become the Queen of France, was also looking over.

Marie gently touched her forehead and looked at Rovi across from her. "Slightly, my apologies."

They're always making a racket—

Rovi waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's quite interesting, isn't it?"

"Hmm?" Queen Marie tilted her head. "Ah, is that so?"

For her two opposite-sex friends, Mary actually quite liked them... as she would treat friends.

Although she knew that they both loved her, and that as a princess she had already clearly rejected them, the friendship she had known since she was very young was something that Queen Marie could never sever.

So this kind of noisy commotion might not be so bad.

If only I could grow old amidst all the noise...

"Sorry, I was lost in thought." Marie snapped out of her slightly wandering thoughts and came back to her senses.

She looked at Joan of Arc behind Rovi: "You are Joan of Arc herself, right?"

"Such a pure and holy aura, I should have thought of her sooner!"

Unlike Mozart and Charles, whose thoughts wandered inexplicably, Marie knew the moment the Dragon Witch appeared that the girl before her was not the Dragon Witch, but the genuine France savior.

They, or rather, the heroes admired by all France people in later generations.

This was something I hadn't anticipated... but the moment the Dragon Witch appeared, a comparison was made between the two, and the truth naturally came to light.

If we're talking about puppets and clones, then the two shouldn't have such different qualities.

That's right.

Compared to the saintess before them, the Dragon Witch's aura was undoubtedly more profound...

"That's why I say, you are all very rude!"

It shattered Queen Marie's Reality Marble. The Dragon Witch descended here glanced at the still arguing Mozart and Charles, then looked at this side and suddenly saw a harmonious exchange, as if they were about to sit down for tea and a chat— Queen Marie, Rovi, and another 'self'.

It seems like I've been ignored!

She couldn't help but bare her teeth. "I am the Dragon Witch, who comes with resentment and rage, ' Jeanne Darc'!"

The Dragon Witch's declaration once again elicited a soft exclamation from the Saintess.

Did you notice?

As expected of another 'self'...

Then she saw Joan of Arc wave her hand. "Well, not quite so holy and beautiful..."

"..."

That's outrageous!

That's outrageous!

"You..." A vast amount of magical power surged forth from the witch's body in that instant.

Jeanne in Black possesses immense magical power, wielding the highest-level energy of Heroic Spirit Servant, as her very existence is Gilles de Rais's wish upon the Holy Grail.

The immense power of the Holy Grail formed her spiritual Spirit Origin, while the incomplete power of the Third Magic wove together her soul.

The air was distorted and the light was dazzling. The France palace halls looked as if they had been scorched by a raging fire. Mozart and Charles stopped arguing, and Marie, Rovi, and Jeanne all looked over at the same time.

They looked at the black-clad girl standing deep within the palace, atop the steps.

The black-clad saintess, wearing black armor and a velvet cloak, displayed a jet-black Evil Dragon Banner in her hand.

The Evil Dragon Banner was almost identical in size and shape to the Fleur-de-lis Banner held by Joan of Arc, though the patterns on the banners were different, they gave people a completely different feeling.

The holy banner in the saint's hand is pure and radiant, making people unconsciously want to follow that sublime glory.

The Evil Dragon Banner in the witch's hand carried a fierce and violent aura.

Violence is a force that shakes the soul and forces people to submit!

Enraged, the black Jeanne d' Jeanne revealed her magical power, surging magical energy that distorted space, and the fluttering magical banner was raised high.

She looked down at the Servant below.

She grinned, a cold smile playing on her lips. A black headband tightened around her forehead, while her short, silver-white hair swayed and danced with her movements, encircling her pretty, delicate, and slightly aloof face.

"How dare you cause trouble in my territory—"

"Are you all prepared to walk into your doom?"

Under heavy oppression.

Cold sweat beaded on Mozart's forehead, Charles gripped his cleaver tightly, and Queen Marie sighed, "Is this the reversal of ' Joan of Arc '?"

She kept glancing at Rovi and Jeanne out of the corner of her eye.

Saints and saints...

Jeanne also held an iris-shaped banner. She looked at the other 'herself' filled with resentment, her face slightly complicated.

"I've already said, this is your duty." Rovi knew what Jeanne was thinking, "It's your responsibility to handle this; I won't interfere."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"This is not a favor." Rovi smiled and reached out to rub Jeanne of Arc's head, causing Jeanne to slightly narrow her blue eyes, as if she had returned to a long time ago when she was just a little girl born in the countryside, praying in the church and receiving revelation from the 'Lord'.

She lowered her head, listening to Rovi's's words. "Everyone has their own responsibilities. Although it is not really you, it is because of your existence—Joan of Arc, the Dragon Witch Jeanne, should have been 'resolved' by Joan of Arc."

"I have other duties."

He withdrew his hand.

Jeanne took a deep breath... and felt a surge of power.

This is a revelation from the Lord.

It also belongs to her, to the power of Joan of Arc of Arc.

"I see."

"You lot—don't underestimate me!"

Their words could not be hidden from Black Jeanne. The Dragon Witch was furious again. She was a witch, not a saint. She did not have the same keen senses as Joan of Arc. Therefore, she did not know who Rovi was. But the fact that he ignored her made the witch feel inexplicable and angry.

Just like a child who doesn't get attention from their elders, they become angry and embarrassed!

"Today, none of you will escape!"

The jet-black Evil Dragon Banner waved in the witch's hand, her cloak billowing wildly. In an instant, the raging magic of the dragon broke through the Reality Marble, and a huge figure appeared behind her.

That was not Fafnir, which had been subdued by Rovi, but it was still a 'dragon'—a different kind of chaotic and evil dragon.

The Dragon Witch is not Dragon Kind, nor is she like Arthur, the King of Britain in the fifth century AD, who possessed dragon blood and power. However, perhaps because she was a saint and had a reversed side, she was blessed with the power of a Catholic saint when she was constructed by the Holy Grail—she gained the ability to control evil Dragon Kind.

Saint Martha and Saint George are reversed.

The enormous dragon was covered in jet-black scales similar to those of Fafnir. Its outstretched wings almost covered the entire palace dome, and its heavy dragon might swept over everything, causing Mozart and Charles to hold their breath.

The Dragon Witch, by summoning the power of Dragon Kind alone, can single-handedly rival multiple powerful Servant!

At this moment, she was determined to defeat the Servant with her own strength.

Including 'oneself'...

All enemies!

Queen Marie's Reality Marble has been broken, and the appearance of the evil dragon could not be kept secret from the outside world.

Siegfried stood up almost immediately.

Fafnir also raised his enormous, ferocious dragon head. "That's... the previous Fafnir!?"

Fafnir is a cursed dragon.

The Dragon Slayer become the dragon's curse; it was destined from the beginning, and this is a name passed down through generations.

Fafnir is a class.

The Fafnir who was killed by Siegfried was the Fafnir of the End.

But it wasn't just Him who responded to the Dragon Witch's summons; it was all of the ' Fafnir '!

"An evil dragon..."

Siegfried gripped his heavy sword tightly.

He instinctively wanted to rush towards the source of the evil dragon's aura, but in the next instant, his steps suddenly stopped.

Fafnir also turned his cold, golden dragon eyes, casting his gaze into the distance.

Ritsuka Fujimaru in the courtyard, sprang up from the bed and in a matter of moments, she was already wearing the Chaldeas Master combat suit. "Mash, is there an enemy attack?"

She looked at Mash, who was standing by the window, her full curves outlined by tight-fitting armor.

Mash didn't answer, but simply gripped her shield tightly, her pink, shoulder-length hair fluttering as she gazed at the distant sky.

Her pupils flickered, and her lips parted.

He looked completely dazed, as if he had just seen something.

Ritsuka paused for a moment, then followed her gaze.

She looked up at the sky.

The night was still dark, but the stars were no longer shining.

In the distance of the sky.

In the heart of France, where Paris is located...

The dense water vapor condensed into a magnificent water mist, like a surging sea rippling across the sky. Countless streams of water rose from the ground, connecting the sky and the ground, and from a distance, they looked like the magnificent pillars supporting the dome of a grand palace.

No, it is not like that.

That was indeed a palace.

Beneath it stood a colossal figure, as if seated on a throne in the void, with countless tentacles extending outwards that slapped and beat against the water, creating a clamorous melody, much like a music-loving king gently striking a drum.

What is that...?

—What is that?

As Queen Marie's shattered palace slowly dissipated, everyone, including her Servant, wore a more solemn expression in that instant.

They felt an even more terrifying oppression.

They felt an even more terrifying threat.

Even the Dragon Witch is...

The previous generation Fafnir roared to the sky behind him.

The calls were rapid and drawn out.

It sounded exactly like the shrill scream of a ferocious beast sensing a crisis.

Jeanne of Arc, dressed in black, also raised her head.

She watched as the tentacles of the sky, waving, approached as they fell, striking and stirring up a violent storm.

As the endless water vapor rushed towards us, it seemed as if the seawater was pouring into the world.

What's this?

The Dragon Witch couldn't understand it, and the others were even less clear about it.

But Rovi laughed.

"I already said—"

"Everyone has their own responsibilities."

"And He is my 'opponent'."

Rovi's voice echoed throughout the world.

In Paris, atop the royal palace and towering castles, some people held aloft books wrapped in human skin, chanting. "Sleeping God, Lord R'lyeh..."

"Please, revive me!"

Gilles de Rais's face was full of fanaticism and excitement. His body was even thinner than before, his eyes were almost bulging out, and the fine nerves around his eyeballs could be clearly seen wriggling like worms. His raised hands had no fleshy outline, only skin covering bones, like withered wood, dry and sharp, as if they would break at any moment when shaken.

Weak, old... but Gilles de Rais's spirit was unusually high.

I saw it for him.

He, who was once a devout Catholic, had not prayed to the Lord for a long time, hoping to receive no response from Him.

And now.

But he truly saw the gods!

I saw an existence from the ultimate abyss of the universe.

I watched it...

"The Old Ones!"

"An eternal existence—"

"Show your mercy and shelter your believers..."

"Wash away this filthy dust!"

The enormous figure sitting atop the 'palace' throbbed with its tentacles, producing a drum-like sound that then paused.

Vibration, shaking.

The world seemed to tear apart... Two beams of light appeared on that enormous figure.

That's an 'eye'.

But it's more like a hidden whirlpool in the deepest part of a deep-sea riverbed...

It carried an endless chill.

It carries with it endless chaos.

With endless...

A terror that sends shivers down your spine.

The sky darkened completely, and a surge of malice enveloped the surrounding area in an instant. Countless people came to their senses in a daze, only to find themselves surrounded by bronze buildings.

The ancient bells rang out, their 'dong dong dong' sounds seeming to come from the end of time.

They were surrounded by the sound of bells.

Yet there was an urge to worship.

They wanted to worship the figure sitting on the throne in the void.

They wanted to worship the being who resided in the center of the palace.

Greatness exists here and is revived.

R'lyeh, deep beneath the ocean, has 'surfaced'!