"Could you stop looking so despairing, like the whole world owed you money? Though, to you, this world really was full of malice."
Lianye knew exactly what the complex smile at Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)'s lips meant—a mixture of mockery, contempt, and disdain. It was absolutely not the optimism of "the world kissed me with pain, yet I answered it with song," but a despair so profound that even self-destruction meant nothing to her.
At this moment, making Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) live was far more difficult than making her die.
But as the protagonist, he should be tackling the higher-difficulty route. Otherwise, what would be the fun in that? Though the one who had raised the complexity of things to max level seemed to be Lianye himself.
"Rather than killing you, I hope you can pull yourself together and keep living!"
"Keep living? Hmph? In this terrible world?"
"For you, this much malice still isn't enough to break you, is it? You're prouder than anyone... the Dragon Witch, after all~~"
Lianye had originally wanted to say Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), but at this point, bringing up the name "Jeanne d'Arc" before the Dragon Witch would only further crush her sensitive nerves.
"This much malice—? Don't make me laugh! How could you possibly understand how I feel?! Back then, I was the one who swore to take revenge in the name of Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)! Now you're telling me that I'm not Jeanne d'Arc at all. Then what meaning did everything I did have? What meaning is there in me continuing to live?"
Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) roared furiously, like the despairing cry of a beast driven into a corner.
As her despair erupted, her figure gradually began to flicker, as though she might collapse at any moment.
"This... just got troublesome..."
Lianye sucked