Lianye shrugged helplessly. So, trying to hold a conversation with a lunatic really was an incredibly difficult thing.
P.S. Holy Light had no intention of completely whitewashing Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), but Black Jeanne had never been that thoroughly evil in the first place.
If she really were a deranged serial killer, the Masters would probably have been killed by Black Jeanne the moment she was summoned. They would never have been so happily simping for her. At her core, Black Jeanne was just a very tsundere, sharp-tongued, expressive brat—a delinquent high school girl, really.
152, The One Pretending to Sleep
"Gilles, do you still not understand my nature? Even if I could be resurrected, I would absolutely never become the Dragon Witch."
"Everyone has dark thoughts buried deep within their hearts. Don't deny it—even you, Jeanne d'Arc!"
Even though Saint Jeanne d'Arc herself had said so, Caster still gritted his teeth and stubbornly clung to his own view, speaking as though he understood Jeanne d'Arc better than she understood herself.
"...You are right. I did have negative thoughts—those kinds of emotions. I am not a saint, merely an ordinary person: a country girl who ran out of Domremy Village. I had glorious battles and a remarkable life, but I also had... sighs and regrets. In the end, I was burned at the stake while carrying those regrets. Yet at the very end, I came to terms with them. If failure was inevitable, then there was no harm in embracing those regrets. I would simply accept them as the complete life of Jeanne d'Arc. No matter what, I would never deny the things I had done. Therefore, even if you wish to resurrect me, it would be meaningless."
Jeanne d'Arc spoke calmly and generously. Whether she had succeeded or failed,