Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) seemed to be having this thought for the second time. Before, she had believed she did not need to pay attention to the other people's nonsense, that she only needed to trust Caster, who had been utterly loyal to her from beginning to end.
But... what had been the result?!
She had been deceived from start to finish by that Caster who spewed nothing but nonsense! What did he mean, she was the unquestionable, genuine "Saint of Salvation"?! It was all fake, all fake!
In the end, she was just too foolish. She had already been betrayed once, so why had she foolishly chosen to trust someone else again? From the very beginning, she should never have believed Caster's mad ravings.
—No, even the memory of having once been "betrayed" was fake. It was merely a memory forcibly implanted into this body.
After the truth that she was a counterfeit Jeanne d'Arc had been exposed, a storm of countless chaotic thoughts swept through Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)'s mind.
No matter what, she had at least realized one thing—there was no one she could trust! Even her own identity was fake.
In that case, what she should do was already clear. Born from an "error," perhaps what Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) should hate was not France, which had nothing to do with her, but—this entire world, which could never accommodate a counterfeit like her!
"Go! Shadow Servants, wipe out every living creature that still draws breath!"
At Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)'s command, the Shadow Servants wreathed in black mist growled and pounced on Lianye. Their mission was to eliminate every existence other than Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), and Lianye was the closest prey within their sight.
"And then—roar, my hatred! (La Grondement du Haine)"
Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) gripped the Dragon crest banner