Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) let out a low, vicious laugh. Commanding several Mad Enhancement Servants, she was the most crazed among them.
"What a perfect and mature idea. This is the best proof that you have surpassed the 'you' of the past!"
Caster echoed repeatedly.
But this was not mere flattery. Even in his fallen state, Gilles still clearly remembered the Saint's heroic and gallant bearing as she had led their allied forces into battle.
Having come from Domremy Village, an illiterate village girl naturally could not have known any practical tactics or strategies. All she had relied on was a passionate heart that wished to save her country and its people. The soldiers who had fought bravely beneath the Saint's banner had reclaimed France's fallen lands.
And this Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) before him was clearly far cleverer and more cunning than the Jeanne d'Arc who had fought with nothing but a saintly heart. Though she was a fabricated phantom, perhaps this was Jeanne d'Arc's most perfect form—at least, that was how Caster saw it.
"Bring along the Servants summoned this time as well. Let Lyons become their graveyard! Whether it's the Saint or the Dragon Slayer... send every last one of them to meet that so-called 'Lord.'"
"Let's move, Berserker, Assassin... Calling you that is rather confusing. There's no problem with using your true names, either. Knight of the Yangtze, Lancelot. Executioner, Charles-Henri Sanson. And the Phantom of the Opera. Mount the Wyverns. I'll take the lead."
"The knight with the two-handed greatsword destroyed the Wyverns and the skeleton soldiers, but a group of terrifying people arrived not long ago. That knight was badly wounded because of them and fled into Lyons... That's about it."
· ...Please give flowers 0 ...said a citizen who had fled from the large