In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Joan of Arc came to the top of the sea demon.

What caught my eye was indeed Gilles de Re, with that weird smiling face.

Jeanne was silent.But not soft.

Before her death, she was not so much a saint, but a general, and a general with real power.

Decisiveness in killing is a must for her.

The flag pierced without hesitation.

What Fujimaru Rika saw was stepping on the sea monster that was about to disappear, the golden and white banner fluttering in the wind.

The general girl named Saintess stood here with a banner.

===Chapter 270 Spirit Son Transfer Target Chaldea===

The sea devil is gone, all the sea devils are gone.

Not only the sea devil, but also the two-footed flying dragon disappeared together.

Gilles de Rey turned into golden light and left the stage with a smile.

As for whether he apologized?Is there any apology to France?

... maybe there is.

But rather than saying that it was an apology to France, it would be more correct to say that it was an apology to Joan of Arc.

The reason why he loves France is only because Joan of Arc loves France. Joan of Arc was unfairly burned at the stake, so this warm pillow will slowly fade away with time...

A golden light appeared where Gil de Rei disappeared.

Fujimaru Rika looked at Jeanne.

Jeanne nodded.

"Mash, recover the Holy Grail!" Fujimaru Rika said to the shield girl.

"Yes, I understand!" Matthew stepped forward.

Holding the Holy Grail floating in the air, the girl finally showed a smile.

"Confirmed item, Holy Grail, recovery is complete."

Roman, who had been observing in Chaldea, finally appeared.

His expression was elated: "Lixiang, Matthew, congratulations, you have conquered the first singularity, the singularity of France."

"Now that the Holy Grail has been recovered, this singularity will slowly get back on track, thanks for your hard work."

He crackled on the keyboard, and then said to a few people: "The channel for the transfer of the spiritual child can be taken over immediately, and you can leave that era at any time."

Fujimaru Rika also nodded in relief: "Understood."

Finally... it's over, France.

Joan of Arc came over, both sad and relieved.

"Thank you, Master from Chaldea, Fujimaru Rika." Jeanne solemnly thanked Fujimaru Rika.

"...Miss Jeanne, it's me who should be thanked." Fujimaru Tachika was slightly silent.

She bowed deeply, then showed the back of her hand where only the Command Spell remained.

"Miss Jeanne, are you willing to continue this contract with me?" Matthew and Lawrence stood behind Fujimaru Tatsuka, looking at Jeanne.

Jeanne smiled and shook her head slightly.

"I understand." Fujimaru Rika didn't hesitate.

Joan of Arc, at least this Joan of Arc who is standing here, has not yet reached the time when she is completely attached to Chaldea, and now she belongs to France.

Fujimaru Rika looked at the other two figures.

Camilla and Simonetta.

"So, what about Miss Camilla and Miss Simon?" She kept smiling, even though she was deeply tired.

The partings along the way were all endured by Fujimaru Rika.

She is the Master, and she feels the breaking of contracts one by one.

But even if the heart is like a knife, it cannot be shown.

Marie Antoinette.

Elizabeth Bathory.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Joel Jose.

Qing Ji.

marda.

Fujimaru Rika will always remember these names and always look forward to the day we meet again.

"I'll be where Sister Halle is." Simonetta replied without hesitation, trotting to Lawrence's side.

Lawrence reluctantly touched the little head of the girl vampire, Simonetta arched his head towards Lawrence like a cat.

It seems that the beautiful Miss Lawrence is going to raise a Simonetta in Chaldea.

Camilla stood there, silent.

The way she and Fujimaru Tachika concluded the contract was not pleasant, a problem that neither fighting side by side nor thrilling later could hide.

Moreover, he doesn't have any deep desires, and he has no reason to protect the girl's progress.

Joan of Arc is dead, the source of Camilla's anger and anger has disappeared, and there is no need to continue to follow Fujimaru Tachika.

"I..." She looked at Fujimaru Rika's expectant eyes, but she couldn't say anything if she refused.

Mouth closed again.

When I opened my mouth again and wanted to refuse—

"Joan of Arc!" A thin and beautiful man (Mist) in white armor suddenly burst in.

Gilles de Re.is his name.

It wasn't the caster Gilles de Rey who was a heroic spirit, but a real human with flesh and blood who lived in France just a few days after Joan of Arc died.

"Jill." Looking at the person who came, Joan of Arc couldn't help showing a smile.

"Joan of Arc! Is it really you? Are you not dead?" The living Jill rushed up excitedly, but stopped a few meters away from Joan of Arc, excited, sad, and looked at his saint in disbelief Female.

"No, I'm dead, literally at the stake, Jill."

hum.

A blue passage appears in the hall.

Jill can't care about anything now: "But, why are you here now, can't you stay?"

Joan of Arc's body began to emit golden magic particles.

She chose to withdraw and returned to the Seat of Heroes.

"It won't work, Jill."

"..." Gilles de Rei lowered his head silently.

He stood up straight and gave a military salute to Jeanne, who had begun to dissipate.

"Holy Virgin, then, goodbye." He said a solemn farewell with tears in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Jill." Joan of Arc waved the French flag and bowed deeply to Jill, "Whether it's me or you, there is a long way to go, so let's leave it alone for the time being... "

The golden light fell, and Fujimaru Tachika felt the breaking of the contract and was silent.

"Come here quickly through the passage of spiritual transfer." Roman said to Fujimaru Tachika.

"I understand, doctor." Fujimaru Rika nodded.

The heartless Simonetta took the lead into the passage of the spiritual transfer.

Lawrence nodded at Fujimaru Rika, smiled at Camilla, and walked into the passage of spiritual transfer.

The girl with the big shield was waiting at the entrance of the spiritual transfer passage.

Fujimaru Rika grabbed Camilla's hand.

Camilla looked at Tatsuka Fujimaru.

"It really... lost to you." She smiled suddenly.

"Then, let me see, the young master of Chaldea, let me see how far you can go on the road of saving human rights."

The two looked at each other.

"My goal is the end point!" Fujimaru Rika's smile was extremely confident.

Camilla withdrew her gaze, smiled without saying a word, and walked into the passage where the spirits were transferred.

Mash and Fujimaru Tachika looked at each other and smiled, holding each other's hands, and together, they finally walked into the spiritual transfer passage.

hum.

All personnel started the spiritual transfer, and the entrance was closed.

In the huge palace, there was only one French marshal who was still kneeling in pain, Gilles de Rey.

However, before long, this history will collapse, reorganize, and revert to what it should have been like in correct human history.

===Chapter 270 Chapter [-] A Long Road Ahead===

The dizziness was over, and the few people who passed the spiritual transfer stood on the entity again.