The reality of fantasy in comprehensive comics

The existence of saints who have been praised by history is only in a positive state, and it is impossible to say that they will be affected by anything and become a negative state, and they do not have the idea of reversal in essence.

"Heh, you thought you wanted to say something, but it turned out to be just this kind of thing?"

Joan of Arc chuckled sarcastically, "I'm here, are you going to question my existence?"

"Indeed, your existence is certain. "

In this regard, Bai Ye of course nodded and expressed his approval, but in a blink of an eye, he asked rhetorically: "It's just, are you really sure that you are the reversal of Joan of Arc? It's just that your attributes have changed to the opposite state, and you are Joan of Arc herself? Memories from childhood to adulthood?"

"What——?!"

Hei Joan of Arc, who took it for granted a moment ago, was easily shaken by these words at this moment, and the whole person was suddenly stunned.

Behind Bai Ye, Joan of Arc sighed softly and without a trace, as if she had finally determined something.

"I'll ask you one last time, you... No, who is Joan of Arc?"

Bai Ye stood there, obviously looking at Kuro Joan of Arc, but his tone was as if he was asking someone other than Joan of Arc.

"What else do you want to say now?!"

As if she felt bad in her heart, the ominous premonition made her whole person very irritable, and she shouted at Bai Ye, her pale golden pupils full of anger.

"You should be able to answer my question—"

With a slight movement of her gaze, Hakuno ignored Joan of Arc's irritability and turned her head to the man standing beside her, "—Caster Gil de Ray?"

In just a word, everyone here turned their attention to Caster Jill, Joan of Arc, Black Joan of Arc, and Matthew.

"Jill... ~..."Joan of Arc looked at the man with a complicated look.

Joan of Arc's oppressive gaze was cast as well, as if to get an answer from him.

Being watched by everyone, Caster Jill smiled slightly, and under the protruding big eyes, although gentlemanly, it was full of weirdness.

"The Holy Grail is in your hand, isn't it?"

Shirano looked directly at him and continued, "Isn't that the all-powerful wishing machine? Then, it is not difficult to create another Joan of Arc according to your wishes, right?"

- Created.

Since Joan of Arc can't be blackened, he creates another Joan of Arc that fulfills his wishes according to what he thinks and expects.

The Holy Grail is indeed a miracle that is possible to reach this level.

Bai Ye's statement, just as soon as he said it, everyone in the main hall fell into consternation.

“...... Created?" Rika Fujimaru muttered silently.

This is a very logical speculation, no, and it is not known.

"Is that the answer for me?" said Joan of Arc to herself.

Yesterday night, I said yes, and gave her a satisfactory answer—this answer was indeed a relief to her, and to relieve the guilt she had always held for Jeanne d'Arc for ruining France like that.

"Jill!" Joan of Arc stared at Caster Jill, her eyes even more oppressive.

"Don't lie to me... Otherwise, I'll burn you to ashes right now!"

Jill was silent for a moment, as if she were brewing some emotion.

"Well, I don't have Gilles de Ray, and I will never lie to you—so, he's right. "

The gentlemanly smile on his face slowly distorted, "The first time I got my hands on the Holy Grail, I made a wish to it - to resurrect Joan of Arc!

"Then I realized that since I could not resurrect Joan of Arc, I would create a true Joan of Arc according to my wishes! a true saint born from the remains of Joan of Arc!

"We saints who can speak of justice and slaughter an entire city at the same time!

Caster's crazy voice resounded in the hall, producing countless echoes, and everyone could hear it clearly, "This is it, you are, the saint I am looking forward to!"

At the end of the day, that's what it is.

Black Joan of Arc is not the opposite of Joan of Arc, but a real other person.

After a long silence, there was an explosion of hysteria.

"Heh, hehe, hehehahaha

The unexpected but reasonable answer reached her ears, as if something had broken in her heart, making her laugh uncontrollably.

"I see, after all, I'm just a fake?! It's just that original, that disgusting, that replica of the Holy Maiden that I have always looked down upon?!

How should I describe her state of mind?

Maybe it's an explosion, maybe it's a collapse, or maybe it's all gone?

- It is not the real thing, but it is created, a fake of someone.

Even a person with a strong spirit will be hit and unable to stand up, and he will never recover.

Looking at the black Joan of Arc who seemed to be unwilling to accept it, but as if he had accepted it, no one (the king's Zhao) could speak.

Even Joan of Arc, looking at such a black Joan of Arc, if she put herself in her shoes and thought about it, she also had a unbearable emotion in her heart, but she couldn't say this kind of unbearable, she had no position, and she didn't know what to say.

"Smack!"

A footstep sounded in front of her, causing Joan of Arc to look up.

I don't know when, Bai Ye walked up, looking at the black Joan of Arc who was bent over and laughing, and there were extremely complex emotions brewing in his eyes.

Driven by that emotion, he finally spoke again.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to force yourself to laugh, and it's okay to cry. "

PS: Some people say how I write more and more rubbish, I can't figure it out, I don't even seem to write the front, okay? Reasonable, I can't even write the front, why do you ask me to write the back well?_

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