Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Equal in name... and Lord Lancelot, me?"

Raphael swallowed hard, his brow twitched twice, and then he gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Well, I'll go right away."

He looked at Joan of Arc intently for a moment, then nodded heavily.

The Angry Knight turned and trotted away.

I am on par with Lord Lancelot, so... I must never dishonor the dignity of a knight.

I am—the Angry Knight, La Hire.

They are warriors who protect France.

Lahail's faith was rekindled, and a light shone in his dejected eyes. He began to evacuate the crowd in an orderly manner, and then directed his soldiers to carry the remaining large siege weapons onto the city walls.

"I'm sorry, La Hire."

"I'm already dead."

Joan of Arc murmured apologetically as she watched the angry knight gallop away.

She didn't want to reconnect with acquaintances, because as she was already dead, it was better to have less contact with people who were still alive.

but...

Even though her body has passed away, the girl's soul will live on forever; at the very least, she still has very important things to deal with.

Joan of Arc looked directly at another version of herself.

"What, have you finished your dying words?" Jeanne Alter asked sarcastically, looking down at him.

"why?"

Joan of Arc did not respond to Jeanne Alter's taunts, but instead asked her another question in return.

"Hmm, what do you mean, why?"

"Of course I'm referring to this matter. Why do you want to destroy this country? Why do you want to harm the people? I don't understand."

"Why? Of course, it's revenge. Why would you ask such a foolish question? I thought you could understand my thoughts, but now it seems... to protect a country that betrayed you is utterly foolish. Destroying this country that betrayed us is what a Joan of Arc should do!!!"

Jeanne Alter waved her hand, and the evil banner embroidered with a dragon fluttered amidst the flames.

"I will destroy France, and I will destroy all those who have betrayed me and scorned me!"

“I can no longer hear the voice of the Lord, and God has abandoned this country. Since God has abandoned this country, then I will destroy it.”

""

Joan of Arc was puzzled: "Are you really me, Emu Er'er Ling Ba Ren?"

"Ha. Why won't you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"Admit that beneath your hypocritical morality lies a heart filled with despair and raging fury. You are nothing but a false cloak, the remnant of the existence of Joan of Arc that I have discarded. After all, you are not a saint; you are just a simple and weak village girl, aren't you?"

Although they look extremely similar, the two are unable to understand each other and are like oil and water.

Jeanne Alter completely disliked this foolish and hypocritical fellow.

Simply not being angry, not harboring resentment, refusing revenge, and being weak is just a hopeful little girl. Surely, this kind of person is the one who is truly mentally unstable.

Joan of Arc could not refute it.

Or rather, she didn't know how to refute it, because there was no logic to her argument. After all, she had never felt betrayed. Ever since Orlian raised his army, she had foreseen this outcome; it was the path she had chosen, and she had never regretted it.

If the other side insists on viewing this indiscriminate destruction as a release of their true nature, then without a doubt, the only thing left for them to do is fight to the death.

Joan of Arc assumed a fighting stance.

"Boring, utterly boring! Since no one understands me, you can all just die. I'll burn you all to ashes, leaving not even a trace."

Before Jeanne Alter could finish speaking, she prepared to summon flames from hell.

suddenly!

A sound like a cannonball rang out.

Broken stones fell from the originally fragile city wall, creating a terrifying and conspicuous crater!

"What is that?!"

Jeanne Alter's gaze froze for a moment, and in that instant, with her terrifying jumping ability, a human flashing with red light had already leaped dozens of meters into the air!

With her blood-red eyes and golden, tousled hair, her beautiful appearance even caused Joan of Arc to be slightly stunned.

To be able to jump that high using only jumping ability, if this were a human, it would be considered a monster, right? Jeanne d'Arc's Master is actually coming straight for me?

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not give any prior notice.

Instead, she launched a surprise attack first. Before Jeanne Alter could finish speaking, she swung her fist like lightning, striking out like a meteor!

Instinctively, Jeanne Alter sensed something was wrong.

Even if he didn't die, that punch would have hurt terribly if it had landed on him.

Jeanne Alter could no longer endure the pain; she no longer wanted to be deceived, burned, or hurt.

"Rider, stop her!"

Without hesitation, Jeanne Alter summoned her Berserker Servant and then urged Fafnir to slowly pull back.

"A hostile Servant's reaction?! This Spirit Origin data is—Ritsuka, be careful! It's the legendary Saint Martha, who tamed the evil dragon and entertained the savior!" Da Vinci gasped and quickly warned.

But by then, it was too late!

boom!

Fujimaru Ritsuka's fist collided with the hard gauntlet, and a loud explosion reverberated from the center of the fist! Almost without a doubt, Fujimaru Ritsuka's snow-white right hand exploded, and the magic power of her red star breath shattered and scattered like a beautiful rain of crystals.

The powerful recoil knocked Fujimaru Ritsuka back, and just as she was about to land, she looked up again and saw an iron fist descending from the sky.

Martha flashed and closed in on Fujimaru Ritsuka once again.

In a single exchange, a terrifying shockwave exploded right in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka! Even the air trembled and roared like an engine!

This is--

Martha, the legendary saint who tamed (beat) the evil dragon with her bare hands!

A pure and beautiful lady with long, light blue hair was wildly swinging her enormous fist.

A single punch was enough to tear the skin off Fujimaru Ritsuka's face, and crimson blood dripped from her cheeks. The crimson scent made Fujimaru Ritsuka restless.

"Hey..."

blonde hair obscured her yellowish eyes.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips curled into a terrifying smile.

The controlled berserk True Ancestor mode that arises from the suppression of vampiric urges by an iron will.

She was accidentally unleashed when she pierced through Hercules, and now, thanks to the powerful strength of the Berserker Saintess, Fujimaru Ritsuka once again reveals a terrifying smile!

"Wow, this is unheard of! Romani, have you ever heard of a True Ancestor who can control their rampage and drain blood with sheer willpower?!"

Seeing the sudden change in Fujimaru Ritsuka's data, Da Vinci was stunned for a moment, then asked with curiosity and surprise.

A true progenitor who can control their blood-sucking urges—that's a rare creature among rare creatures.

"That's hard to say, after all, the True Ancestor is still shrouded in mystery even in modern times. However, Ritsuka was originally human, so perhaps that's why she was able to suppress her vampiric urges in her True Ancestor form?"

Dr. Roman's pupils dilated in shock; it was equally unbelievable.

"If we use drugs as an analogy, Ritsuka is the kind of person who can quit drugs through sheer willpower! Although rare, such people do exist, right?"

Erling Erren Eryi Umbrella Zero Handle (Part Two) ————

Fujimaru Ritsuka's will was extremely clear.

The breath of the star coiled around his right hand like flames.

The blonde girl smiled and flicked her breath downwards with a subtle hook.

Then the star's breath transformed into a terrifying pillar of light, advancing forward like a tornado!

"coming--!"

"Then I'll do the same on my end..."

Martha held her breath, and her fists rained down like a storm—

"Iron Fist, Divine Judgment!"

Chapter 29 Arrrrrrrrrthur! He's being mistaken for King Arthur again!

—Did I actually lose?!

This energy is incredibly mysterious...

—It's Star Breath!

Sister Martha's headscarf fluttered in the fierce wind, and even she was unwilling to face the fiery, star-like breath coming at her.

This is, of course, obvious.

No one dares to confront the Breath of Stars head-on, regardless of its power!

In other words, Fujimaru Ritsuka is not someone that a single Servant can defeat!

Martha's fists dared to strike the dragon, but she dared not touch the breath of the stars. To deal with the breath of the stars, one would need an energy being of the same level.

At the very least, it must be a plasma beam cannon with a high degree of mystery.

For example, there's "Promised in Our Eyes," or "Imaginary Apology," "Heavenly Demon Kneeling," or "The Magnificent Sword That's a Disappointment" or "The Spear That Releases My Son."

Martha considered temporarily avoiding direct confrontation.

"No retreat allowed! Kill her! Berserker Cavalry!"

Jeanne Alter pointed at Ritsuka Fujimaru and gave the order to Martha.

"?!"

Martha glanced at Black Jeanne with surprise.

His face clearly wore a strange expression that seemed to say, "If you're so good, then you do it."

There's really no way around it.

The Master's authority is absolute, and Martha, as a Servant, cannot disobey.

The battle nun took a deep breath, revealing slight muscle bulges beneath her white shirt. She had a fit but not muscular physique, the type that Fujimaru Ritsuka liked and admired.

"I think you're a pretty good servant. Forget about that witch, come and follow me."

Fujimaru Ritsuka makes no attempt to hide her affection for Servants; she seems to find that this frenzied fistfighting gives her a stimulating feeling, like a steroid injection into her brain.

Martha clenched her fists and placed them in front of her beautiful face.

"I'm sorry, although I appreciate your invitation, I am not currently in a normal summoning state, so I cannot accept your invitation."

"I see."

Fujimaru Ritsuka formed claws with both hands again, holding the Star Breath in her hands, as if preparing to release the Eight Maidens.

"What a pity, I wish I could learn boxing from you. But defeating you now, and then having the chance to summon you again later, is the same... Then I will use my strongest power—"

"You, and the Dragon Witch!!!"

"Take care of them all!!"

"Phew, that was a close call."

At that moment, a terrifying fist was inches away from his head!

It almost hit his face!

Jeanne Alter touched her head and patted her cheeks with lingering fear, only then realizing that her head seemed to still be there.

"You're really lucky, you foolish country bumpkin."

"For you to encounter such an outrageous Master like this, do you actually have some kind of luck? Don't be ridiculous!!!"

"In the face of absolute power, nothing else matters!"