"They were not even on the same level of 'Dragon.' The very suggestion of comparing them was absurd. If Servants had a 'Grand' rank, then he would undoubtedly be the Grand Dragon."
Fafnir was not being defeatist; he was merely stating the facts.
Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) knew that the Fafnir summoned through her own power would not deceive her. At the same time, as a Ruler, she had long known that every Mad Enhancement Servant under her command would be defeated.
—The battle outside Orleans had already come to an end, with her side suffering a crushing defeat.
However, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) had never regarded the Mad Enhancement Servants as comrades, so there was nothing for her to grieve over. Servants were merely Heroic Spirits summoned through the Holy Grail. As long as she had sufficient mana—and Saint Quartz—she could have as many of these hounds as she wanted.
Dead? Then let all those Mad Enhancement Servants die. At least her ears would be much quieter.
Holding a vivid banner on the battlefield and leading those fighting beside her onward—that was something only Saint Jeanne d'Arc would do. Alter was not Jeanne d'Arc.
At this point, remaining alone and quietly within Orleans, to be slain as a "witch," seemed like the ending best suited for her.
"What are you planning to do, Dragon Witch?"
Fafnir asked.
Even as a witch, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) did not seem entirely alone. At the very least, she still had Fafnir and Caster to rely on.
"Isn't the fate of a witch and an evil dragon, hunted all the way to the gates of their castle by a hero, obvious?"
Glancing at the evil dragon, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) said with a self-mocking sneer, "The victors live, the defeated die. Isn't it that simple?"
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