The Holy Right of a Comic

The French saint girl frowned and said in a low voice.

Obviously in that singularity, even if the Dragon Witch didn't completely let go of her hatred, her hatred was definitely not as deep as it is now.

In that singularity, she and the master of Chaldea worked hard to resolve the witch's hatred, but it turned out to be useless.

Since the Dragon Witch can be summoned, it means that her information has been recorded on the realm recording tape.

But wouldn't it be too pitiful if she had to come with such hatred every time she appeared in this world, every time she came to this world?

There is only revenge in mind, no happiness, no joy, even if you let go of hatred this time, you will still be eaten away by anger when you show up next time, this kind of life is a kind of sadness.

'I want to pray to the Lord, let the Lord give her a new life! '

The holy girl thought so, it was not pity for the dragon witch, but a responsibility to her.

The Lord is omnipotent, and the Lord will definitely be able to save this witch who was robbed of everything by hatred.

The saint girl is so convinced.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, and said loudly to the Dragon Witch: "...Your hatred, your resentment, the Lord will definitely avenge you!"

Facing the holy girl's resolute and pious expression, the Dragon Witch laughed even louder, "...hahahaha, as expected of the holy lady, you really can't do without the Lord for three words!"

"...But I will no longer be deceived, and I will not be allowed to be betrayed anymore. Speaking of which, I can't hear the Lord's voice at all. Since I can't hear the Lord's voice, it means that I have been abandoned by the Lord! "

"Hahahahaha, cheer for my hatred, Lady Saint!"

"boom------"

The pitch-black tornado pierced the castle, the maddening magic power swept across the world, and the flames of vengeance burned rocks into ashes.

That deep resentment, even for inanimate things like vegetation and stones, seemed to cry for it.

Joan of Arc drew her sword and slashed at the Dragon Witch like crazy, she said to Mirtha, Saint George, and Shiro Amakusa, "... Please help me capture her."

"...but please don't hurt her."

Facing the Saintess's request, George and the others nodded.

Maerda was eager to try, she clenched her gloved hands, jumped on the spot like a boxer, and said cheerfully: "...Look at me, Joan!"

St. George didn't say a word, pulled out the holy sword Ascalon in his hand, pointed at the Dragon Witch, and shouted: "...You are a dragon, you have been convicted!"

The Dragon Witch who originally possessed the attribute of 'dragon', under the spirit of St. George's words, her dragon attribute has almost reached the extreme.

And this is simply the most compatible enemy for dragon slaying warriors.

Amakusa Shiro's combat ability is not strong, but his wrists have a strong auxiliary ability.

He directly chanted the prayers of the Bible, and blessed Martha with the magic of the Bible in the way of baptismal singing.

Immediately, St. Martha stepped on the ground and jumped out. The most powerful combat skill in the Bible inherited from Jacob was reproduced in her hands.

"Ah!"

With a low shout, Martha's expression was extremely serious during the battle. She punched out, and just by relying on the wind of her fist, she blew out the flames of the Dragon Witch's revenge.

In an instant, the witch's suffocating laughter stopped, and the whole person froze in place, her golden eyes widened, revealing an inconceivable expression.

how come?

Although the opponent has a special attack against dragons, isn't the power of this punch a bit too exaggerated?

The Dragon Witch did not underestimate the enemy, nor did she think highly of herself. In fact, she knew that if she fought against these four heroic spirits who were not easy to mess with at first glance, she would almost surely lose.

But the other side sent out one person at random, and blew out the flames of his own revenge with a random punch. Isn't the gap in power too big?

That feeling, as if the other party is blessed by some mysterious buff, and has been greatly increased in a special field.

Just as the Dragon Witch was stunned, Martha was already close to her body, and a punch was aimed at the witch's exquisite and beautiful face.

The punch that once subdued the dragon Tarasque hit the pretty face of the Dragon Witch, and the severe pain made the Witch almost cry out.

The witch even wondered if the bridge of her nose was crooked, or her teeth were blown away. Anyway, this punch directly hit the witch with stars in her eyes and tears streaming down her face.

However, the Dragon Witch is worthy of being a dragon, her skin is thick enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with an evil dragon, and this punch did not directly kill her.

Just when the Dragon Witch was completely stunned, Maerda continued her efforts. Jacob's siblings were already skilled in wrestling and were good at various joint skills.

Roy's Jacob siblings have been specially modified by him, adding the magic formula of biblical mythology, and they are no longer pure Jacob siblings.

The orthodox Jacob siblings are actually a set of wrestling techniques.

"ah--------"

The joints are the most vulnerable part of the human body. The Dragon Witch did not expect the opponent to be so strong. After losing the initiative, the game was almost doomed. As the joints of her arms were twisted, she let out a scream.

Martha was unforgiving, taking advantage of the other party's loss of control over her body due to pain, she bumped her knees, bending the Dragon Witch's knees, causing her to kneel down involuntarily.

The Dragon Witch struggled hard, but she couldn't break away from Martha's great strength to subdue the dragon.

Because he underestimated the enemy when he first came up, he was taken down within two rounds, and he could only kneel on the ground in humiliation.

But the witch felt that it wasn't that she was too weak, but that the other party was too strong!

Just when the Dragon Witch was not convinced, Mirta grabbed her arms from behind and knelt on the ground cursing, a footstep suddenly came from the ruins of the ruined castle.

The cursing stopped abruptly, and the witch, who was kneeling on the ground unable to lift her head, saw a pair of shoes approaching her and stopped a few centimeters in front of her head.

Before the witch raised her head to see who this person was, she heard Joan of Arc say in a pious and holy voice: "...the Lord is here!"

That was the name of her Noble Phantasm, but at this moment, it was really 'My Lord is here'! .

Chapter 330: Born in the Dark Night, Yearning for the Light

"Bastard, let me go, you bloody bastards!!!"

The Dragon Witch was pressed to the ground by Martha, her hands were bound in a deformed shape.

She struggled hard, trying to escape Mirta's restraint, but it didn't do anything except make her limbs feel more pain, instead she grinned in pain.

"Who are you?"

Seeing a pair of shoes appearing in front of her eyes, the Dragon Witch reluctantly raised her head, made a good posture that was like exercising the abdominal muscles, and looked up along the pair of shoes.

And when she was cursing, her golden eyes moved up along her body, and when she saw Roy's face, the Dragon Witch let out a muffled groan, as if a terrifying storm was rolling up in her eyes.

It was light, endless light.

The Dragon Witch didn't see Roy's face clearly at all, she just felt endless light pouring in from her eyes, almost completely occupying her body.

The light was not dazzling, nor did it cause any pain, but instead made the Dragon Witch feel a sense of comfort that she had never had before.

It's like a tired person lying on a chair panting and receiving a massage from a pair of gentle hands, just like a traveler who is struggling during the journey and finally returns to his dream hometown.

Tranquility, peace of mind, and serenity, the feeling that made the witch addicted soothed the restlessness in her heart and made her calm down.

But the Dragon Witch felt even more frightened when faced with such emotions, because this kind of emotion should not belong to the witch, it was not what she should expect.

Just at that moment, the moment he saw Roy's face, the Dragon Witch knew his identity.

"Lord... my God..."

With a hoarse voice, she read out the name tremblingly from her beautiful throat.

The Dragon Witch originally thought that she would develop hatred, just like she blatantly spoke in front of Joan before, cursing God, hating betrayal, laughing at fate, and igniting the flames of revenge.

But when she actually saw God, the Dragon Witch was shocked to find that she didn't have any resentment against him in her heart.

On the contrary, it's like a wanderer returning home, the down-and-out child who wants to cry bitterly after seeing the smile from his parents.

Tears flowed out of those golden eyes unconsciously, like strings of pearls falling down her fair and graceful cheeks into the soil under her feet.

The Dragon Witch panicked, she didn't know why she was crying, how could she cry so movedly.

Especially after seeing Joan of Arc standing beside Roy, she was even more ashamed and wanted to wipe away the tears on her face.

But because her hands were still bound by Martha, the witch finally became cruel and rubbed her face against the ground.

The ground of the broken castle was covered in dust, but after being wiped by the Dragon Witch, the dirty dirt stuck to her face, turning her into a dirty kitten.

That ridiculous look made people laugh, but no one laughed at her.

Roy slowly squatted down, squatting in front of the Dragon Witch.

He stretched out a hand, and with his thumb, he gently wiped the mud stained with tears on the witch's face.

The dirty soil fell off naturally after touching Roy's hands, and these things could not touch his eternally clean body.

"My poor and lovely child..."

Roy slowly cleaned the dirt on the witch's face with his hands. Compared with the real Joan of Arc, the skin of the black Joan of Arc in front of him was paler and colder.

But Roy, who had been served by Joan of Arc to clean his body, dared to conclude that the black Joan of Arc still had that flimsy, delicate skin.

"Are you wondering why after seeing me, you can't feel resentment in your heart, but guilt and repentance?"

Roy's tone was soft. He saw through the wavering and thoughts in the Dragon Witch's heart, and said softly: "...Don't be afraid, don't worry, I didn't use any ability to forcibly distort your thoughts."

"...Because you are a 'new life' created by using Joan of Arc as a meme and using the magic power of the Holy Grail."

"But when you're named Joan, when your meme is Joan, you can't be absolutely evil."

"...You were born in the dark night, but your heart must be towards the light, because the name Joan of Arc means 'pious'."

The saint will never fall, no matter how dark the psychology of Gilles de Rais was when he created the Dragon Witch.

But as long as the meme corresponding to the witch is Joan of Arc, as long as she is created based on Joan of Arc, then no matter what kind of hatred she has, she must have a piety deep in her heart.

The saints recognized by Christianity will not fall, and the names of saints and Joan of Arc are already the embodiment of a concept.

"I am a false heroic spirit created by the magic power of the Holy Grail? No, how is it possible, I am her other half, I am her fallen appearance, I am her hatred and anger, I am Joan of Arc!!"

After hearing Roy's words, the Dragon Witch's beautiful eyes widened, and her struggle became more intense.

Because Roy's words were like denying everything about her, denying all the meanings she was born with.

Joan of Arc couldn't bear it, she wanted to say something to the witch, but she didn't know how to say it for a while, because Joan of Arc also knew that it was difficult to convince the witch with words alone.

The holy girl looked at Roy. She knelt on the ground and prayed with a pious heart, "...My Lord, may you redeem her and let her escape from that sad fate."

Feeling the pious heart of Joan of Arc, Roy smiled and said: "...Since she is also named Joan of Arc, then I will definitely save her."

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After the words fell, Roy stroked the dark and pale silver hair of the witch with his hands, and the restless witch immediately narrowed her eyes after he stroked her with his hands, feeling at ease again.

When the Dragon Witch raised her head and met Roy's eyes, her mind exploded again, and a memory belonging to her just gushed out of her spirit foundation.

It was a memory in the singularity.

She was summoned by Gilles de Rais, not long after Joan of Arc was burned to death at that time.

The witch who thought she was the other side of Joan of Arc launched revenge under the instigation of Gilles de Rais.

She killed the emperor who gave up on her, killed the bishop who judged herself, and let the flying dragon wipe out the kingdom of France.

And at that time, the personnel of Chaldea arrived, and the real Joan of Arc was also summoned. After a great battle, she was finally defeated in the royal palace of France.

0..........

The betrayal of Gilles de Rais, the ridicule of her as a fake, the shock of learning the truth.

She is just a false heroic spirit, she is not Joan of Arc at all, she is a simple witch, because as her trusted Gilles said, Joan of Arc cannot fall.

The Dragon Witch is nothing but a false thing created by the Marshal of France with the huge magic power of the Holy Grail under the distorted feelings for Joan of Arc.

What makes the witch desperate is that even Gilles, who created her, has no feelings for her.

That's right, even Giles, who has degenerated into a demon and even used children as experiments, what he yearns for, what he likes, and what he longs for is the real holy girl.

The fallen Marshal also clearly knew that Joan of Arc would never be polluted, the Witch of the Dragon was a Witch, she was a faker.

"Wow wow————"

Knowing all the truth, the Dragon Witch burst into tears, and her grief almost tore her heart apart.

Her life is only a few months, she is not a great heroic spirit at all, she is just a bunch of messy information mixed together decayed thing.

The thing called the Dragon Witch is nothing more than a fake, meaningless, filthy dust.

"But I admit you."

Roy gently held the witch's head in his arms, and patted her beautiful back, "...When you were born, you were the lamb I pastured on this earth."

"... are the people I will protect. If you are recognized by me, you will be recognized by everyone."