[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

Under the guidance of the master, Joan of Arc turned into a gust of wind and continued to shuttle through the city, galloping all the way in the direction of Orleans. As time passed, the familiar and strange home became more and more clearly visible in her eyes.

Faster, faster—

The slaughtered corpses kept appearing alternately in his mind, and the girl in military uniform looked solemn and frowned.

The sky was getting darker, and the ominous mist in the forest began to slowly deepen.

The hearing and eyesight of the heroic spirit are naturally extraordinary. Joan of Arc sensed a bad breath outside the forest. The closer they got, the stronger the smell of blood became. Get up and throw yourself into the fog without hesitation.

"Oh Joan."

From the permeating mist, there was an unbelievably soft voice.

The soles of her feet stepped on the mud stained with red blood, and Joan of Arc suddenly stopped. The girl who heard her name at this moment was slightly startled, and a sense of grotesqueness emerged in her heart that made people feel ridiculous.

"Your angry eyes are really touching, do you hate me that much?" The tall man was wearing a dark cassock, and there was a nervous sneer in his viscous voice.

"Yes, you should hate me. I have betrayed the kindness of God, and you will never forgive me. You are more devoted to God than anyone else."

"...It really is like this." The pupils shrank suddenly, but Joan of Arc who was standing there was not surprised by this, "I didn't expect it to be an acquaintance, I should have guessed it a long time ago."

In the mist, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared.

The young man with a vicious smile looked over casually, but when that figure came into view, he still seemed to have endured a heavy bomb that was thrown inadvertently, and there was a sudden uproar in his heart. The man His body trembled violently.

That unwavering slender figure wrapped in silver armor, that shining long hair flowing like sand gold, that beautiful face exuding a gentle aura, that, that is - what a nostalgic old man, that holy Is your soul finally freed!

The familiar and vivid figure of the girl is truly presented before the eyes, bringing the man back to that long time ago.

Although thin and thin, the spiritual leader with a straight back is always straight. As a pure symbol, it is enough to wave the flag and shout at the rear, but she always stands at the forefront of the army and fights with the flag. She is so brave and noble that she is chased by her back. The soldiers praised it as a "miracle" and guided him forward with eyes full of noble will. Such a loyal and unyielding girl...

However, after that glory, what ushered in was withering.

On the day of being revenged and betrayed by everyone, including the great god, her soul will definitely be polluted.

Since the longing girl passed away in a way full of humiliation and blood and tears, the subordinates who regarded her as the truth lost their faith and fell into madness, committing irreparable evil deeds.

Now the long-lost girl finally appeared in front of her eyes, and her real eyes were betting on her, just like the light when she stepped into the battlefield in the past, dazzling and no longer silent.Just standing there, her fearless presence, was enough to save him from a desperate nightmare.

Gilles de Ray smiled uncontrollably, as if his mind and body were taken away by the blinding brilliance.

"Your intuition is really sharp. Oh, long time no see, Jeanne."

"What an unexpected reunion."

Holding the sacred flag, the girl walking slowly out of the dense fog revealed her real body. She couldn't help expressing emotion, but in the end, thousands of words were just turned into this plain greeting.

"... Jill."

Steadyly watching the farce unfolding in front of her, the girl with an unusually ugly face sighed almost expressionlessly.

"It came earlier than I expected."

The man originally thought that he would be in a mess. He really couldn't take his eyes off the cold figure of the girl in front of him, and it was impossible to move away, but he was unexpectedly calm.

"I didn't expect you to defeat Fafnir and rush into this Orleans... To be honest, I really admire it."

"is it?"

"But Holy Maiden, why are you hindering me!? Why do you want to break into my world without authorization, trample on everything, and even try to kill Joan of Arc!"

"I have a question about this." Now that this matter was brought up, Joan had no choice but to express her doubts. "Gills de Ray, do you think she is really me?"

"...What...how arrogant and unforgivable words!" Joan's denial angered the other party, he gasped, his eyes were full of fanaticism, "She is indeed the real Joan of Arc. She is It is the dark side hidden by Joan of Arc! Because! The saintess will also be angry, and the saintess will also be desperate!"

"...Indeed." Joan of Arc did not deny his words. The other party's eager eyes seemed to be unable to infect the girl at all. She put on the armor made of magic power in an instant, and could not hear any emotional fluctuations in her voice. His subordinates cast an icy glance. "But there is one thing you overlooked."

"what?"

"I am Joan of Arc, but only Joan of Arc."

"..." Facing his former comrades-in-arms, Jill was speechless for a moment, but even so, he did not waver.

"Obviously any time is fine, but at this time, when I am about to destroy France/Lan/Xi and fulfill my lifelong long-cherished wish, you appear in front of me again. That hateful god is really as bad as ever, How can you play with fate like this!"

That high-pitched voice echoed quietly in the dark night, venting his resentment to his heart's content.

"I have cursed God countless times, praying that he will return you and liberate your soul. But that despicable villain will never bring down blessings, and that arrogant and incompetent god will always hide above the clouds, listening coldly to the voices of all beings. Pray without answering!"

For this reason, the man made a decision.

The man who was shrouded in brilliance gave up everything, and the blasphemer who turned his back on God did countless evil deeds, but he did not receive the punishment from God as promised.

Because God will not punish the evil of human beings, God is just playing with human beings.

"Her hatred is actually your hatred, Jill. You used the power of the Holy Grail to impose something that does not belong to her, and created the 'Dragon Witch', right?"

This conclusion is not difficult to come to. In the final analysis, there is no such servant as her in Heroes, and she is not the dark side of Joan as she said, because Joan has never treated her own country. Breed any resentment.

That being the case, how did she obtain such powerful power?

"Exactly. The 'Dragon Witch' is my long-cherished wish, the Holy Grail."

Gilles de Ray got the Holy Grail and made his only wish, which was to revive Joan of Arc, but the Holy Grail rejected him.

It is obviously an omnipotent wishing machine, but it says that only this wish cannot be fulfilled!That being the case, it's up to him to create new ones!The saint who he firmly believed in and who harbored hatred!

"...That's right, she must not have known about it until the end."

The Holy Grail, known as the Almighty Cauldron, is a veritable miracle.

Countless people chase it, long for it, and try to get it.

As long as you hold the Holy Grail, you can achieve your long-cherished wish——

Jeanne sighed softly.

No one understands the essence of the Holy Grail better than the adjudicator. If you want to turn back time and bring the dead back to life, that is a miracle that can never be achieved.

While humans are forgetful creatures, the Avengers are never forgetful.

Because she is the avenger who came from the other side of oblivion, as long as this body does not disappear, that hatred will continue to breed and will never dissipate with the passage of time.

Looking straight into his eyes, Joan said quite calmly: "The dead cannot be resurrected."

"Jill, if you really succeed in bringing me back to life, I will never become a 'Dragon Witch'. In your opinion, the word "dead with death" may indeed apply to me, but I don't hate my country, and I can't hate .Because there are still you in this country, because France/France/Spain is our common country.”

"I chose that path myself, and no one can stop me. Maybe this is really an arrogant statement, but whether it is France/Lan/Sie, or you, or even the Lord—you can't stop me. "

"...Ah...Ahh... This is indeed what you would say, my holy girl, are you going to save the country that betrayed her again!" The man felt his throat was so dry that he could hardly vomit. After uttering a complete sentence, as if something hard was choking him, he let out an impassioned broken voice.

This is the light he has been chasing... Firm, powerful and dazzling, no matter what kind of predicament he is forced into, he is fearless and uncompromising, but in the end he is betrayed and dies of humiliation.

"However, even if you don't hate your country, I hate this country! I swear to destroy this treacherous country! Whether it is a god, a royal family, or a country! I will destroy them, and I will kill everyone. This is I place my wish on the Holy Grail! Don't hinder me, Joan! Even if the opponent is you, it won't work!"

"It is understandable that you would hate. You, who gained power through the Holy Grail, attempted to destroy this country. It is indeed reasonable, although it makes people extremely sad. And I will stop you, I will block your way! "

"Then you are my enemy now, and next, I have to confront you!"

"I can't ask for it!"

Joan of Arc realized that the man who appeared in front of her was no longer the reliable partner in her memory, and she made it clear that the only goal she should achieve at this moment was to go all out to awaken the fallen comrades!

The bloody aura of black magic in his body is quite strong, and Joan of Arc has already discovered this, which is why he is so angry and regretful.

As a young girl who once laughed together as a comrade-in-arms, the years spent together with gold and iron horses cannot be a dream. They are obviously a national hero full of brilliance, and they are obviously a great knight with lofty beliefs. They have obviously won the highest praise... But once fell into madness, tarnished that glory and became a notorious murderer, degenerated into a demon representing sin and evil, and ended his blood-stained life humiliatingly on the gallows.

——This is the consequence of my willfulness.

The young girl who believed that she had an unshirkable responsibility felt extremely heavy. The anger and sadness that had been brewing in her heart could not be released, and Joan could only sigh.

The girl held up the Holy Banner, and announced in a fierce voice: "I will be your opponent! I, Joan of Arc, as the arbiter of the Holy Grail War, will punish you for your evil deeds that violate the rules!"

Chapter 18