At this moment, Luo Zhen finally understood.
He understood why the Joan of Arc described by Artoria〔Alter〕 was completely different from the Joan of Arc in his memory.
It was not because someone had impersonated Joan of Arc.
In fact, the girl before them really was Joan of Arc.
At least in appearance, there was absolutely no difference between the two.
However, not only was the Joan of Arc before them dressed entirely in black, her hair was also an ominous grayish white. Her eyes were not the sky blue of Saint Joan of Arc, but a noble and dangerous platinum. On her pretty face, which should have been holy and pure, there was no trace of the gentleness and tolerance of the past. Only gloom and savagery remained.
Luo Zhen knew her.
She was indeed Joan of Arc, yet she was not Joan of Arc.
What should he call her?
"Joan of Arc〔Alter〕..."
In the France of the First Singularity, the twisted Root known as the "Holy Grail" was held by this black Saintess. She herself had led countless wyvern legions and ravaged all of France.
That was right.
The one who had appeared here was not Saint Joan of Arc, but Black Jeanne d'Arc, who had once been Luo Zhen and the others' enemy in the First Singularity.
"It's actually you...!?"
Joan of Arc〔Alter〕opened her eyes wide, equally stunned, but then her expression darkened.
The look on her face was practically that of someone seeing the person they least wanted to encounter in their entire life.
Yet when everyone saw Joan of Arc〔Alter〕, they were just as incredulous.
"W-why are you here?"
Roman was utterly confused.
"Didn't you already disappear...!?"
Olga Marie exclaimed in shock.
"Th-this..."
Even Mashu was bewildered.
Luo Zhen understood their reactions perfectly.
That was