Time rewound to the early hours of that morning.
After leaving Yggdmillennia Castle, Jeanne d'Arc began following the directions Black Rider Astolfo had given her, searching for Sieg.
But she had already shown signs of "running out of power" before heading to Yggdmillennia Castle. Rather than replenish her strength there, she had chosen to keep pushing her body.
Finally, after crossing the entire forest, she spotted a figure standing blankly on the hilltop ahead, gazing into the distance.
"Ah..."
She suddenly relaxed, but that seemed to be the final straw. Her vision gradually darkened, and the world seemed to turn upside down...
No!
He was only a few dozen meters away. How could she collapse now?
"Wait! Stop!"
Seeing signs that he was about to move again, Jeanne d'Arc reflexively called out to stop him, without time to consider anything else. But her strength was utterly exhausted. Before she could work out what to do next, she was going to shut down.
With unsteady steps, Jeanne d'Arc leaned against a large tree, felt her way along its trunk, and sat down.
She couldn't move.
She really couldn't move.
It would certainly have been an exaggeration to say she would be eliminated on the spot from exhaustion, but she definitely would not be able to move again for a while. This body needed sleep.
Her shout must have startled him.
He must know someone was following him now.
But if she didn't catch up to him now, she might never find him again. What a fatal mistake.
What sort of person could have the hopes of two Heroic Spirits placed on him? Why was there a discrepancy between her senses and the spirit instrument's readings?
So many questions would go unanswered...
Just as Jeanne d'Arc began regretting her mistake, the faint