Who Is Holy?

"Who are you?"

The Iron Duke's voice was somewhat mechanical. This was the price a host of the "Iron Duke" had no choice but to bear—losing a portion of his personal will. Over time, he could even be assimilated by the divine artifact known as the Iron Duke.

A typical price weaklings had to pay if they wished to wield a divine artifact perfectly.

Jeanne shrugged. "Looks like I mistook you for someone else."

Duke Wellington was an old relic from the Napoleonic Wars. His military achievements had been brilliant enough to make him a legend.

He could also be considered Emperor Napoleon's gravedigger, and an old acquaintance of Jeanne's. Back then, he often fought clad in steel armor. At Waterloo, he had personally led a charge and shattered Emperor Napoleon's Old Guard.

Now, it seemed that although the armor on the Iron Duke bore an aura similar to Duke Wellington's set and had most likely been modified from it, the person inside was no longer the same.

That was only natural. Ordinary people were not heroic spirits created by miracles like her. Even transcendent beings had limited lifespans unless they had reached a very high level.

"You are the Radiant Knight."

Having seemingly identified her from her armor and weapon, the Iron Duke's mechanical voice could not help but carry a hint of fluctuation.

The English had complicated views toward France's Saint Joan of Arc. Some admired her achievements, some hated her for crushing England's early attempt to establish hegemony in Europe, and others regarded her as a religious lunatic, a Heretic Witch.

Yet toward the Radiant Knight, Saint Joan of Arc's continuation, the English generally held positive views.

After all, ever since she had returned to life and joined the Holy Church, she had spent centuries fighting on