Lianye met up with everyone waiting outside and exchanged reports on their respective battles.
His anger was not so easily soothed. If it were, perhaps the souls of the children Caster had brutally tortured to death would howl in protest. Naturally, Lianye had not completely changed his opinion of Caster just because of what he had done before leaving the stage.
Still, there was no longer any need to pursue Caster's crimes. Moreover, in his final moments, Caster had rediscovered his true nature—the spirit and bearing of the high-spirited commander-in-chief of the French allied forces he had once been.
"Then... where is she... Jeanne d'Arc Alter?"
Although Lianye had said he would not do anything so ruthless as wiping them all out, Jeanne d'Arc had not seen the black "Jeanne d'Arc." There had also been an Earth Shattering Sky Collapse-like roar from within just now, making it difficult not to imagine the worst.
"She's in here."
Lianye raised a hand in indication, gripping the battle flag in the same stance as the Jeannes.
"The revelation that she is merely a counterfeit, not the real 'Jeanne d'Arc,' hit her even harder than expected. If I hadn't thrown her into Territory Creation, she probably would have faded away with the wind before long, her reason for existing having vanished..."
As he spoke, he could not help but sigh. "What I did for now was only an emergency measure."
"Then... what should we do next?"
"First, we should find a professional to confirm the situation. Da Vinci—she should be very good at this sort of thing."
Lianye nodded. The counterfeit-making operation had been led by that big bitch. If that great mage could use her magical expertise to stabilize Jeanne d'Arc Alter's spiritual body, Lianye would not find it surprising.
"Of course, the