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That man's voice echoed in her mind, leaving Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), seated upon the throne of Orleans, slightly unsettled.

More venomous than anyone, more despairing than anyone, she was absolutely not the kind of villain who could turn over a new leaf after being lectured by the so-called side of "justice."

After all, how could words of "justice" spoken by those who had never suffered pain or experienced despair possibly strike the ground with force and shake people to their core?

—If you wanted Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) to listen to you, you might as well jump into a pyre first and die once beneath the scorching flames. And if all you African Masters wanted to summon Black Jeanne d'Arc from that cold gacha pool, you might as well try building a fire and performing some African mysticism—witchcraft.

Yet even Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), whose heart seemed as hard as iron, had one weakness: Jeanne d'Arc herself.

Her loud scolding of White Jeanne and Lily for not having grown up, and her stubborn insistence before Lianye that she was the Witch Jeanne d'Arc reborn from the flames, were in turn signs of her guilty conscience and cowardice. Deep down, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) had always been terrified—what if she was not Jeanne d'Arc at all, but merely a fabricated thing? What then?

Everything she had held onto would be nothing but an illusion. Her claim that she wanted revenge on France because she had been betrayed would be as laughable as empty words.

If she was not truly Jeanne d'Arc, then what grand claims was she even making?

—At that time, she must have been more ridiculous than anyone...

"Wait. That Lianye is my enemy. He must have deliberately said things to upset me and distract me. If I actually believed him, then