Su Mo coughed and addressed everyone with a serious expression. "In short, based on Miss Jeanne d'Arc's information, I've organized everything. Let me first explain my analysis of the current situation."
"There are two Jeanne d'Arcs in this world. One is the Saint before us, while the other is the evil witch. The witch killed King Charles of France and occupied Orléans. Without a doubt, this means that France, as a nation, is collapsing!"
"France was one of the first nations to advocate human freedom and equality. If it were destroyed, our civilization would only continue for a while longer—perhaps a few hundred years? Therefore, I can infer that the key to this Singularity is the witch in Orléans. There's an eighty to ninety percent chance that the Holy Grail is in that witch Jeanne d'Arc's hands!"
After summarizing the situation, Su Mo looked at Jeanne d'Arc and invited her. "Our goal is to head for Orléans, reclaim the Holy Grail, and defeat that witch. Do you want to come with us?"
"Don't put it that way. I should be the one asking you." Jeanne d'Arc smiled in response to Su Mo's invitation, then her gaze sharpened. "And I can't just stand by and watch France, which was so difficult to establish, be destroyed by 'me.' So no matter what, I must stop that 'Jeanne d'Arc.'"
Su Mo was quite happy to have Jeanne d'Arc, a Five-star Healer, join them. Although he currently had Kiyohime and Lancelot handling damage, Shield Maiden handling defense, and himself serving as support, making for a complete team, they still seemed somewhat inadequate against Black Jeanne d'Arc, who possessed an entire Wyvern Army and seven Servants.
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Burning La Charité
Orléans Castle.
The girl seated upon the throne seemed to sense that something bad had happened. A trace of indescribable fury emerged in her unfocused pupils.
She rose and stepped outside the palace. Then, a terrifyingly massive dragon spiraled down from the sky and landed before her with a thunderous crash.
"Why hasn't La Charité near Orléans been taken yet? And according to the intelligence I received, that city's lord already fled with his personal guards and all his elites. The only ones left behind are the old, weak, sick, and disabled."
Black Jeanne d'Arc frowned at the dragon before her, her voice filled with overwhelming authority.
"Well..." The dragon had sent more than a hundred wyverns, but they had run into some trouble." The dragon was not intimidated by Black Saber's authority in the slightest. His demeanor was exceedingly flippant, and his tone resembled that of a charming gentleman experienced in romance.
"What trouble?"
Though dissatisfied with the dragon's frivolous attitude toward her, what Black Saber cared about now was her plan for revenge.
"According to my original estimate, it should have taken only an hour to turn that city into a river of blood. But before an hour had passed, my wyvern legion was nearly wiped out. According to the wyverns that escaped, they were ambushed. A black armored Servant appeared in La Charité, riding an Iron Chariot and wielding some unknown weapon. He knocked them out of the sky like dumplings."
Upon hearing that, Black Saber's expression completely darkened. She looked at the dragon before her with great displeasure. "Didn't you boast that your Dragon Servant Legion was unstoppable? How did it become so vulnerable after encountering just one Servant?"
"He's no ordinary Servant." The dragon narrowed his eyes, his expression turning solemn. "You didn't see it. He could turn every weapon he touched into his own Noble Phantasm. And throughout the entire battle, he kept making 'Awoo, awoo' noises like a rabid dog. He was practically a mad dog with rabies. My subordinates were terrified, afraid they'd catch rabies if they got close to him!"
"That's your excuse for having the subordinates you sent out annihilated by a mere Servant?"
"Yes!" the dragon answered without the slightest shame.
"..."
Black Saber covered her forehead with one hand. She was now seriously beginning to wonder whether she had chosen the wrong ally.
Shaking away the mess of thoughts in her mind, Black Saber raised her perfectly curved, long legs and stepped onto the dragon's body. After several strides, she arrived atop the dragon's head.
"Immediately summon the nearby Servants. Bring your dragon army and take La Charité for me—no matter who you are, if you dare obstruct me, I will burn you to death!"
By now, nearly everyone around Orléans had died, yet there was still a large group of people alive in La Charité nearby. How could that possibly be acceptable?
No wonder Black Jeanne d'Arc was so furious.
La Charité
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