Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"What kind of bullshit teachings are these? Anyway, all the saintesses are a bunch of hypocrites. They look gentle and kind, but in reality, they're disgusting violent freaks!"

As Jeanne Alter saw Fujimaru Ritsuka's glowing claws, she unleashed a fierce barrage of vengeful fire in response. She attempted to knock Fujimaru Ritsuka off Fafnir's head, brandishing her flame-encircled flag spear and viciously stabbing at Fujimaru Ritsuka!

Keng!

The True Ancestor's claws are a natural treasure.

This is not simply about making the hands resemble the claws of a ferocious beast and using the flesh to withstand the attack, but rather it is the extension of magical power generated during the Star Breath process.

"You bastard, are you a Dead Apostle or a vampire?!"

The difference in nature caused Jeanne Alter to pause slightly in surprise.

This guy is inhuman! [Not an insult]

Gudong...

Black Jeanne involuntarily swallowed.

"Why are you, a vampire, helping humans? Those humans should have nothing to do with you, you might not even know them... Are you the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business? The name of vampire is truly lamentable."

This period, the 15th and 16th centuries, was indeed a time of intense conflict between vampires, dead apostles, and the Church.

It's truly unheard of for a monster, a blood-sucking, animal-like creature to help humans—a creature people associate with terror.

"That kind of thing is okay, isn't it?"

"What...?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka knocked back Jeanne Alter with a single blow, then faced the girl directly amidst the raging flames.

"I understood the importance of bearing the burden of my own destiny for my own survival from the moment the control room exploded. I knew who I might hurt and who I might protect... I've decided to carry this burden and move forward!"

"So whether it's a vampire, a Master, a True Ancestor, or a human, I only have one path to choose: to save humanity."

No matter what happens in the future, Fujimaru Ritsuka will not choose to change.

Director Olga Marie has already stated that the True Ancestors are beings that human society cannot accept.

Even if she saves humanity, humanity will not thank her; instead, they will fear her because she possesses the power to "save humanity."

This is normal; it's human nature.

Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka was already prepared.

She only needs to do what she should do and protect the people she should protect, so that she won't waste the power that is attached to her.

"What a stubborn guy... He's disgusting!"

Jeanne Alter wiped the bright red blood that had flowed from her cheek from the claws; her gauntlets were slippery and burning hot.

Just like her restless heart.

"Fine, I'll just burn all these pointless thoughts and realizations!"

She slowly drew the black sword from her waist: "With my anger."

Pure rage ignited, and a destructive flame, like that of hell, suddenly rose up, its terrifying power transforming into a roar that could destroy everything.

It is a soul fire formed from hatred!

— [Roar, my wrath!]

"LaGrondementDuHaine!"

"So hot."

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a scorching wind rushing towards her face.

Then she was engulfed in flames, which burned her skin and made it difficult for her to breathe.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't transformed into a True Ancestor, she would already be dead by now.

"Anger and roaring are your freedom, but... you can't feel your true self, you don't even know what you really want or what you want to become..."

"That's really true, it's so pitiful."

moment!

"Tell me, who's pitiful? I don't need your pity! You little vampire!"

A white avatar flickering amidst flames, striking first the moment the opponent unleashes their Noble Phantasm.

Fafner cried out in pain from the tremors, then raised her head.

The two people standing on the dragon's head tilted downwards due to their own gravity.

They weren't the only ones who fell into the same trap.

It is unclear whether it was the flames of anger that ignited the clouds in the sky.

Or perhaps it's the last rays of the sun casting their final light and heat on the horizon.

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed the distance, lifted her entire body as if to crash into him, and then swung it down heavily!

Black Jeanne's flames burned on Fafnir's skin, and thorns and spikes surged forward, using Fafnir's back as the ground!

"If you want to see your mother, I'll beat you until you kneel and then drag you to her by the neck!"

"I'll confirm with that woman myself, but I still have to burn you alive."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's crimson eyes flashed yellow, and her originally gentle appearance became increasingly wild.

Fujimaru Ritsuka tore apart the thorns that pierced through her with her sharp claws, and used the light of starlight to break through the burning flames.

"Drink!"

"--cough!"

Like warships unleashing a barrage of fire at each other, or rather, a close-quarters exchange of fire, Fafnir's skin was torn to shreds by the intense heat and explosion, leaving her thrashing uncontrollably in the sky.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swung her vicious claws.

With complete focus, Jeanne Alter displayed a similar sensitive and tense premonition as the former saint, her mind in a state of tension causing her body to shift to the side!

Fujimaru Ritsuka missed her target and tore three deep, bone-revealing wounds directly into Fafner's back!

It's difficult to win against Fujimaru Ritsuka in a head-on confrontation.

In fact, if Martha had been rational, she should have been able to suppress the situation, or at least retreat.

In fact, all she needs to do is maintain a defensive strategy, anticipate the moment when Fujimaru Ritsuka's power flow is interrupted, and seize the opening to deliver the most effective attack.

Because Fujimaru Ritsuka's attacks are straightforward, they are extremely easy to predict.

But clearly, Jeanne Alter does not possess such wisdom and experience; she merely relies on her exceptional intuition and her status as a judge to confront Fujimaru Ritsuka head-on, nothing more.

"------!"

The two knew exactly what was going on.

Victory or defeat can be decided in an instant!

Fafnir's massive body could not withstand the strain; it scattered wildly in all directions before crashing heavily and desperately to the ground!

At this very moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Black Jeanne, who were in freefall, were forehead to forehead, eye to eye, armor to armor.

The light of the fiery sunset shone down, and the momentary fall became eternal.

The distance has been reduced to 0.

"It's over, Jeanne Alter."

"what?!"

The intense light and heat engulfed the two, along with Fafner, causing them to plummet from the sky.

boom!

—The flames shot into the sky, reaching straight to the heavens.

Fafnir let out a pitiful wail.

"I'm here to help you at all, senior!"

Mashu gritted her teeth, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Logically, she should be replenishing some artificial blood to suppress her vampiric urges as a Dead Apostle, but she didn't have the time or the mood.

Although she's a half-baked Servant, she's still an incomplete Dead Apostle.

The defensively specialized shields made it difficult for Vlad III and Camilla to defeat them, and with Joan of Arc and Queen Mary subtly attacking them, the battle remained at a stalemate.

And Dion?

Dion is Emo.

As the Knight of the White Lily of France, she should have been a hero protecting France. Although she gave up her French fortune in her later years, lived a life of poverty in England, and died amidst the ridicule of others, she never regretted it.

"Hey, D'Eon. Do you want to fight me?"

With her hair flowing back like a beautiful flower, Queen Mary smiled as she looked at the knight holding a rapier, causing the sword Dion raised to tremble.

"I..."

"It seems you've defeated Mr. Sanson."

"Yes..."

Because of Fujimaru Ritsuka's bewitching magic eyes, D'Eon stabbed the unsuspecting Mr. Sanson to death with a single sword strike in that instant. However, this was unavoidable, as the Lord had said, "Whoever draws the sword will die by the sword."

Once you embark on the path of killing, you must be prepared to be killed.

This is a matter of course.

"The Dragon Witch is currently under the control of that lovely Master. You should be able to regain some of your sanity by now, so how about we stop fighting and sit down for a cup of tea? It's a pity there's no cake here, so I can't treat you to the hospitality expected of a knight. Please forgive me."

Queen Mary's clear blue eyes blinked, and although there was nothing seductive about them, they were so captivating.

But even at a time like this, I'm still thinking about cake...

It seems she really loves cakes.

"These two... they really are impossible to break through the defenses!"

"Are you sure you can handle this? You're having so much trouble dealing with two young girls. Did you subconsciously hold back?"

Camilla and Vlad exchanged sarcastic remarks.

In fact, if we take one of them out individually, they might be able to break through Jeanne d'Arc and Mash's defenses, but as the saying goes, one vampire carries blood to drink, two vampires carry water to drink, and three vampires have no blood to drink.

Whether or not we can defeat Jeanne d'Arc and Mash is not important at all.

But whether you can make the other person feel disgusted, like they've swallowed a fly, is very important.

Even so, Jeanne d'Arc and Mash still lacked a decisive weapon, and the battle remained deadlocked... Although the Crimson Saintess might be able to secure victory, now is definitely not the time to use such a self-destructing Noble Phantasm, is it?

""

"coming!"

Queen Mary opened her eyes.

"What's here?" Mash asked.

“Reinforcements. Because I'm a Rider, I travel a bit faster, but judging by the time, they should have arrived by now. They said they'd be there before sunset,” the Queen of France explained softly, then pointed to the glow of the setting sun. “Look, they're here!”

"Great, Miss Joan of Arc, reinforcements have arrived!"

"Yeah! Keep it up, Mashu!"

"Oh hiss!"

Mashu transformed into a knight of relentless effort, charging, ramming, and sweeping with her shield, sending Camilla staggering back more than ten steps.

At this moment, Joan of Arc used her flag spear to sweep upwards, forcing Vlad III to retreat!

"Tch, little girls, you're quite troublesome... watch out, or I'll use your blood to make skincare products."

Camilla let out a vicious snort, and her fair and beautiful face beneath the mask became even more distorted.

An innocent monster.

Even though nothing was done, people spread rumors and even deliberately framed people, eventually turning it into a terrible legend.

"Oh my! Someone like you can become a Heroic Spirit? Honestly, I don't want to be a Servant like you!"

"That voice, who is it—!"

Camilla's face showed shock, which quickly turned into pure disgust!