It Was a Warm Morning

Duke's first target was Caster. It was not because he preferred picking on the weak, but because the former French marshal's actions were simply too inhumane.

Duke had thought his intervention would cause some changes, but he had not expected Caster to still turn out to be this black mage. It made him feel that his butterfly wings were somewhat powerless. Not long ago, when the "serial killer" had been committing crimes, Duke had anonymously reported Ryunosuke Uryu as an ordinary Fuyuki City resident. He had never expected the Fuyuki police to be so inefficient.

The former marshal himself was not particularly suited to the Caster class. He was not skilled in magecraft; his magecraft merely used Noble Phantasms for summoning, making him more like a summoner. Compared with Medea from the Fifth War, he was nowhere near her level. The Witch had lived in the Age of Mythology, an era filled with magic. Though she was not a Magician, her abilities had already reached that level.

Overall, even within the weakest Caster class, the former marshal ranked among the weakest.

"Come to think of it, the former marshal used to be an outstanding leader who fought for freedom. How did he become such a pervert... Could it be because Jeanne d'Arc was captured?" Duke scratched his chin, feeling that he had discovered a blind spot. "A beauty like Jeanne d'Arc, capable of rallying people's hearts, plus the halo of sainthood... her fate after being captured was easy to imagine."

Duke put himself in the other man's shoes. If he had captured Jeanne d'Arc, how would he deal with her?

"Burning her at the stake would be such a waste. Wouldn't it be better to lock her in the basement and keep tally marks..." As he spoke, Duke suddenly remembered