It lowered its body, staring down at Lianye, Jeanne d'Arc, and the others with dragon-serpent vertical pupils as large as Hong Zhong. The witch atop its back was finally revealed.
She wore a pitch-black battle suit far purer than dark blue. Her armored skirt and faceplate were entirely black, the exact opposite of Saint Jeanne d'Arc's gleaming silver armor. Yet aside from that, the Dragon Witch looked exactly like Jeanne d'Arc.
"...!"
"How could this be?"
"How could something like this happen?!"
"Hey, please, someone pour a bucket of water over my head."
"This is bad. This is terrible. Things are really going to go wrong."
"If I can't even do that, I'll die laughing from how ridiculous this is."
"Hey, Gilles, look!"
"That pathetic girl!"
"What is that? A flying insect?"
"A mouse?"
"An earthworm?"
"Whatever it is, it's all the same!"
"It's so tiny that I can't even feel sorry for it!"
"Ahh, honestly, a country that has to rely on a little girl like this—someone like me—doesn't even compare to a country of rats!"
"Hey, Gilles, you too... Oh, right. I didn't bring him along."
Jeanne d'Arc let out an exaggerated smile, muttering as though talking to herself, yet also as though mocking them.
"You are... Who exactly are you?!"
Jeanne d'Arc looked up at the woman who was identical to her.
Jeanne d'Arc said, "That's what I should be asking... But since I'm superior to you, I'll answer."
"I am Jeanne d'Arc. The resurrected Saint of Salvation, the other 'me.'"
"...Don't talk nonsense. You're no Saint. Just as I was never a Saint either."
Jeanne d'Arc shook her head hard. "No, that was all in the past. There's nothing to say about it. More importantly, why did you attack this street?"
Jeanne d'Arc said, "You're asking