U-TUBE, IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO YOU.
Inside a luxurious castle, two figures stood.
A woman with short, white hair dressed in black armor, stood before a series of summoning circles. Her face was calm and composed, but her golden eyes were burning with hatred.
Just behind her is a man in dark robes, his black hair slicked back and his face just as serious. The man looked less like a man and more like a toad due to his protruding eyes sticking out and pointed in different directions.
The woman began chanting with a calm demeanor. The aria she was using was to summon heroic spirits to her side.
The first few verses were normal, something most mages would recite in a normal Holy Grail War. The subsequent light how of each summoning circles, aside from how numerous they were, were also nothing out of the ordinary; however, that didn't last long.
Like a pebble disturbing a calm pond, waves of anger and hatred crashed into the walls of the empty palace room she and her companion inhabited, producing a menacing echo.
"But let thine eyes be clouded with the fog of turmoil and chaos. Thou art trapped in a cage of madness, and I the summoner who holds thy chains"
"Seventh Heaven clad in the great words of power! Come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!"
The room flooded with a light, so intense that the video turned white.
Then, the light receded, revealing a pitch black fog that censored the resulting servants who were summoned.
The dark armored woman, seeing her summoning was a success, revealed a wicked smirk.
"Thank you for coming, my fellow Servants. I am your Master. You should all know why I have summoned you."
Many of the servants let out an affirmative yes, the rest merely nodded. Seeing this. The woman's smirk curled into a feral grin.
"Good. Your orders are simple. Destroy everything. Raze their cities and villages to the ground!! No one who lives within the borders of France is innocent. Men, Women, Children, even their fucking pets!! I want them all dead!!"
"If you are worried that your soul will be tainted by such an evil act, then rest easy. No matter how evil or cruel, God will forgive your every transgression."
"What monstrous heresy."
Jeanne's great mood vanished in an instant. She zeroed in on the rebellious Servant.
"Ah, Saint Martha. Of all the Servants I summoned, of course you would be the most annoying one of the bunch. Even after I added the Berserker attribute to you and the others, you're still a damn goody-goody. Well, rest assured. If the Heavenly Father does mete out punishment to you, that is fine in its own way. This is no more than a means of proving God's existence and His love."
The shadow lifted from the woman's form, revealing a purple-haired woman wearing a white outfit that was much too revealing for a saint. Despite her blank pupils being tainted by madness, Saint Martha's face still contorted in disapproval.
"'You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against the sons of your own people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself: I am the Lord.' If you were truly a saint, you would know how the Lord looks down upon acts of vengeance, Ruler."
Jeanne laughed when she heard those words, sharp and sudden, as if they were a joke told by a comedian. "You're quoting a verse at me? That's hilarious. The last time someone quoted a verse from the Bible at me, it was the same bastards who burned me at the stake for being a WITCH!"
Heat and smoke radiated from her body as she spoke. The dubbed Saint Martha merely pursed her lips defiantly.
Jeanne clicked her tongue, "Gilles. Bring him here. I need an example."
The creepy looking man, Gilles, nodded, "as you wish."
Gilles walked away for a moment, but came back dragging a fat elderly man by the scruff of his robes.
"Unhand me!! Who do you people think you are?!! I am-"
"Bishop Pierre Cauchon." The woman interrupted the man's tirade by stating his identity, which caused the man to freeze his resistance as he recognized the voice who called his name out.
His eyes fell on the woman and instantly, the red fury from his face drained until it became pallid.
"Y-you… impossible… Jeanne D'Arc? You died three days ago!!"
"Has it really only been 3 days? It felt more like 3 years, then again, the feeling of being roasted alive tends to skew with how you perceive time."
"This isn't happening. This must be a nightmare, you shouldn't be here, you should be in Hell!" The man let out a squeal as Jeanne grabbed him by his robe and leaned into his face, her wicked eyes boring into his soul.
"This is no dream Pierre. As you can see, I, Jeanne d'Arc, The witch who you sentenced to burn, is standing before your very eyes." Jeanne then stepped back , grabbed the back of the man's neck, and twisted his head so that it was directly staring at Saint Martha kneeling on the floor.
"Do you see that blue haired woman kneeling there? DO YA?!!" The look of shock on Martha's face was telling, clearly surprised at the sudden spotlight on her.
"Y-Y-Yes!!"
"Good, now tell me, what do you think of her outfit? Be honest."
Pierre observed the form of the blushing woman Jeanne was forcing him to watch and immediately, a look of disgust came to his features, his opinions condensed in his tongue and he was about to speak his mind, but his fear dried them before they had a chance to leave his mouth.
Seeing his hesitation, Jeanne grabbed one of his arms and began to squeeze it, hard.
"Speak or I will rip your hand out and shove it up your ass."
Pierre grunted from the pain, and he found his words, "It's unsightly! Those are the clothes of a whore who seeks to tempt men from their lawful, happy marriages!! There I said it, now please let go of my arm, it hurts!"
But Jeanne didn't let go and instead twisted harder, much to the Bishop's dismay.
"If this woman walked up to your church and declared herself to be Saint Martha herself, how would you have responded?"
"Huh?!" The man looked baffled at the information, but Jeanne was getting tired of his cluelessness, "Speak, my patience wears thin, Pierre."
Pierre gulped and sputtered out, "I-I would have had her labelled a heretic and had her flogged then burned at the stake for her blasphemy!"
Jeanne's awful mood turned gleeful once more at those words, and it only intensified when she saw the disappointment and sadness in Saint Martha's face.
"And there you have it, Rider Saint Martha. No matter how hard you try to preach to me about how I am in the wrong for not loving mine neighbors, the fact of the matter is that if you were in my position, you would have met the exact same fate as I did. Mocked, Scorned, Abused, and Trampled under hooves of the pig in my arms right now!!!"
She shook the man for emphasis, who let out a pitiful whine at his mistreatment.
"Spa-"
Jeanne stopped shaking him and looked away from Saint Martha and focused on Pierre once again, "Spa?"
"Spare Me!! Please do not kill me!! I'll do anything you want, just spare my life!!"
Hearing the man's pitiful whines caused Jeanne to let out a loud, but short laugh. She turned to Gilles, "you hearing this guy Gilles? He wants me to spare him!! That is the funniest shit I've heard since I rose from the ashes of the pyre he built!!!"
She gave the man a mocking smile, "Oh ye of paper-thin faith, why are you so afraid? Oh I know!! It's because you know your voice won't reach the heavenly father. Someone who has forsaken God, condemned a holy saint who was Jesus Christ's closest friend as a witch and clings to his life by begging a witch to spare his pathetic life, is unfit to be called a believer."
Pierre looked mortified, his eyes momentarily moving towards Martha before going back to Jeanne when he heard her let out a sigh.
"It is truly a shame. To think that such an esteemed religious leader would admit to being a heretic, it makes me sad, but not sad enough to stop me from laughing at the irony of it all."
She let out a wicked laugh, one drenched in madness that unnerved the man even more.
Jeanne stopped laughing then focused on the man once more, "Now that you have confessed your sins to being heretic, you as a bishop of the church should know what's coming next, correct?"
Pierre's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank in fear, clearly aware of what Jeanne was implying.
"N-No… please don't kill me!! I-" his ranting stopped as Jeanne slapped the man across the face. Normally, a strike from a woman Jeanne's size would not have done much damage, but she was a servant and the Bishop was merely a man. The man's teeth shattered, which lacerated his cheeks and caused his blood to spill out and fly high into the air until it landed directly on Saint Martha's face.
The woman visibly flinched as the warm blood trickled down her face. The trickle trailed close to her mouth and without thinking, her tongue stuck out of her mouth and licked the blood clean. Martha's pupils, despite being crazed, still trembled in horror at what she had just done, "W-why did I… what is this?"
"That is the taste of cowardice. I suggest you get used to it, you're going to be drinking a lot more later." Martha looked up at Jeanne, who was still holding the gibbering Bishop in her grasp.
"Now where were we? Oh yes, I remember!! I was going to roast a heretic pig!!"
Flames manifested on Jeanne's body.
Flames that were hotter than even hell itself.
And they latched themselves on Pierre's body.
Jeanne let him go, and the man stumbled backwards, screaming in agony as his robes caught fire. Before he could fall, a metal spike rose from the ground below his legs, skewering him, exactly like a pig in a rotisserie . But it didn't stop. More and more penetrated his flesh, from multiple angles. Until finally, his body looked more like a pincushion. Finally, a large pillar of flames engulfed his body, burning his skin, his muscles, and even his bones.
In a few seconds, none of Bishop Pierre Cauchon remained, not even ashes.
"Phew, I might have had a little too much fun there."
"Nonsense, my beloved Jeanne. You rightfully deserve every bit of joy you derived from bringing your killers to justice."
"If you say so, Gilles."
"And what shall we do with the remaining clergy?"
Jeanne scratched her head in frustration, "what a pain. I don't have the patience to interrogate them all…." She then took a moment to glance at Saint Martha once again, who was staring at the spot where the bishop had just burned with horror.
"Saint Martha, since you enjoyed the taste of that bastard so much, I am giving the rest of the clergy to you, and you alone! Devour their souls, savor their blood, and consume their flesh." Jeanne smirked at seeing the tears flow from the Saint's eyes.
A pair of voices protested the decree, each wishing to partake in the feast, but Jeanne merely manifested a long flagpole and slammed it down, cracking the floor and silencing the disgruntled servants., "Be at ease my servants, there will be plenty to consume as we wipe out this mistake that is France. We will begin with our dear Orleans, then we will spread out and eradicate all of France, settlement by settlement. There will be no salvation for Humanity, those who have failed to prove their love for our Lord. Sinner or saint, all of them are equally guilty."
Fire erupted from her once more, "no mercy, no second chances, and no escape!! Kill them all!!! Anything less will NOT be tolerated!!"
Gilles stared at Jeanne, tears streaming down his toad eyes with reverence, "oh Jeanne you truly have returned to me. After being used as the flag to lead their armies to victory, and then discarded when they deemed you useless. I am truly moved at your resolve!! Then I too, Gilles De Rais, shall join you in your holy crusade against your enemies, as your general!!"
"Ah but first, our army is in need of a symbol to rally behind! What should it be, a demon perhaps? Oh, maybe we should-"
"A dragon. Let our emblem be a dragon Gilles. It's only fitting, considering what we are about to unleash upon them."
Gilles looked at Jeanne in awe, "A dragon. Yes, how fitting, to use a symbol of evil and chaos as we deliver penance towards this wretched country."
The screen fades to black.
A peaceful town shows up on screen. The market square is full of lively chatter from merchants selling their wares, children laughing as they play games and run on the market.
A town guard is shown patrolling the wall of the city he was stationed in.
He yawned, bored from standing around for hours. Then, he saw it.
A cloud of smoke rising from the horizon.
The man squinted his eyes in an attempt to get a better look.
Time passed until he realized what he was staring at. His eyes widened in disbelief and fear.
That was not smoke.
The scene shifts to Jeanne D'Arc riding a massive dragon that was in turn leading an army of smaller dragons that were so numerous, they blanketed the sky.
All of them headed in the direction of that town. The final scene shows a close up of Jeanne's face, her eyes filled with bloodlust and with a smile that was carved on her face from ear to ear.
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The Dragon Witch
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Claire_Blackthorn(official): The Blackthorn Clan would like to let people know that we publicly denounce Jeanne D'Arc actions and that we do not approve or tolerate anyone using dragon types to harm people, especially innocents. Please do not cite the actions of this evil woman as an excuse to mistreat both dragon types and dragon type trainers. If you do, the Pokémon League WILL triple fines to any offenders.
> I still can't believe there are people out there that are that shortsighted. How shameful! Blame the trainers not the pokemon!!
>Fyre&Flamez: I love fire and fire type Pokémon. I love setting things ON fire. Setting Pokémon on fire and occasionally their trainers is an unfortunate side effect that happens when you train fire types and use them in Pokémon battles. It's a risk all trainers should be aware of when stepping into the ring with a fire type. But setting innocent people on fire? That is unacceptable.
> Fuck what is it with the Moonlit World and drinking blood!!?
> Haven't you been paying attention? Blood contains magic. So people drink blood for power.
> I know but still, it's so yucky!!
>Ecruteak_Gal: May the light of Ho-oh shine on those poor innocent souls…
>WhisperingLoudred: Well damn. Gudao has his work cut out for him if THIS is his next opponent.
> What an evil woman. Oh yes, her backstory is sad and tragic but that isn't an excuse to deem all French people as guilty of what the government suits did…
CleftyCleffa: she's also a fucking edgelord.
Guy1inDesert: Poor Saint Martha. Being forced to betray her faith and eat her fellow believers against her will. I pray her suffering will end soon.
> It's a shame genocidal lunatics don't give a crap about psychic manipulation laws.
> If it was under another circumstance or context, Saint Martha's shameful state of dress would have been the topic of discussion for everyone. Glad to see everyone focused on what matters. Hating on the Witch who is abusing her servants to kill innocents.
>Tbf, I think we're all just grown used to it. It's kind of hard to be surprised after seeing a femboi in a skimpy bunny outfit.
> I've always wanted to see Earth Kalos since I found out about it… welp… I got my wish.
> Oh shit, I forgot that!! And if this is a sneak peek of the next singularity then that means that we kalosians are going to get a front row seat to a parallel world version of our home getting razed by dragon types.
> I mean, I know France and Kalos have similarities… but they can't be that close can they?
>The room that Witch used to summon her servants reminded me a lot of the interiors of Parfum Palace. So while we may not share a 1-1 similarity with France, it's atill too close for comfort.
ViveLaKalos: Cheh that woman has received the enmity of all Kalosians. I hope Gudao beats the smug outta that bitch and her ugly SIMP.
> I don't speak kalosian, but I still agree with you bud!
IliekQTthings: I nearly puked when I saw that Gilles guy. He's one of the ugliest motherfuckers I've ever seen in my life. I don't even want to use the word cute and that man's name in the same sentence.
Pryce(Official): I haven't seen that many dragons in one place since the Indigo War, and even then the amount the Blackthorn Clan had at the time pales in comparison to what that woman is deploying.
Giraffigy: *cringes* Gudao's gonna need A LOT of fairy types.
Iris-Champ(official): Did you guys see that massive dragon!!!? It looked so cool… but I hate that it's going to be used to murder people!!
> Shame that we couldn't see the other servants or their names. GudakoBot doesn't want to spoil everything I see.
> Proving once again she is not on Gudao or Chaldea's side and has her own ulterior motives. Well, hopefully what we could see will be enough to help Chaldea.
Bae(official): I wanna kick that woman in the face.
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Chaldea Security Organization, 2015
["And that sums up what happened in the video. "]
"I see." Romani took a deep slurp of coffee, as if using it to help swallow the amount of information chat had given him, like forcing down a dry pancake with no syrup.
After holding his breath for a moment, he exhaled a plume of steam. The stench of morning coffee lingered in the air. "That is concerning."
Da Vinci snorted. "I'll say. Dragons in 15th-century France? That's something that should not be possible."
Romani nodded, then looked toward where Ritsuka had told him the chat's camera was. "I'm going to be frank with you. If you hadn't informed us about the video of Olga Marie's struggles as director, which contained moments I'd only heard about from… Lev… and never mentioned in my conversations with Ritsuka, I would have been much more skeptical of this information."
It didn't take long before chat sent another reply.
["It's alright, we get it. It's pretty unbelievable for us too, but we had to let you guys know just in case. "]
The doctor gave a bow. "And for that, we are grateful. You don't need to worry. We will take this information very seriously and modify the mission parameters before Ritsuka's next rayshift."
"If what Senpai's chat says is true, it would explain why the singularity in France formed," Mash added, looking just as concerned and perturbed by the news dropped in their laps. "An evil Jeanne D'Arc rising from the dead and using an army of dragons and abnormal Servants to wage a revenge-fueled massacre of France would drastically damage human history."
Feeling his anxiety spike at the reminder of an "army of dragons," Romani went to take another gulp of coffee, only to find his cup empty. He sighed in frustration, reached for the quarter-full glass coffee pot, and poured more into his cup.
Without hesitation, he took another slurp, not bothering to add sugar or milk. Letting out a loud groan, he spoke again. "What a mess. Why did it have to be dragons? Well, nothing we can do now but prepare for the worst, now that we're aware."
[DragonMasterLance donated 100 bits ]
["I was curious about something that unsettling man Gilles brought up. He said dragons in your world are symbols of 'symbol of evil and chaos' was he speaking the truth?"]
Romani perked up at the username. "Wait, Lance… as in the OG Dragon Champion of Kanto?! Are you really him?!"
Da Vinci rolled her eyes at Romani's overzealous behavior, having long since grown used to his occasional unprofessional outbursts during serious meetings.
["Indeed I am."]
Romani's face lit up like a small child meeting Santa Claus for the first time. "I'm such a huge fan! It's a shame we can only talk through texts, or I would have asked for your autograph."
"Doctor Romani, please stop being an otaku for a moment and focus on the issue at hand," Mash interrupted, cutting through Romani's fanboying. The man flinched and rubbed the back of his head in shame.
"Ehe, sorry, I got carried away. This is the first time someone with an obvious name I recognize has spoken to us."
He cleared his throat and got serious again. "To answer your question, Lance, I first have to explain what a dragon is in our world. I admit, I'm unaware of how a dragon-type Pokémon works outside the games, but in our world, dragons are the apex predators of all phantasmal species. Oh, and quick fun fact: our dragons aren't weak to fairies."
[DragoonRuleZ: Woah!! Really?!! ]
[Dragons's-Iris: Dragons are the best!! Suck it ice and fairy types!! ]
[JigglyWiggly: Calm down lizard brains, it's no time to be celebrating, especially not before a massacre being committed by an army of dragons.]
[Dragons's-Iris: eep! Sorry, we got carried away. ]
"Dragons as a whole are a complex topic, but to make a long story short they aren't normal animals or pokemon. They are essentially just giant magical energy generators made of clumps of mana. They resemble animals but really they are much more than that. The more powerful dragons are born not from eggs, but from concepts. Like Evil and Chaos."
"Most of you should be aware of how integral concepts are to magecraft and how humanity can shape those concepts over time. Dragons have existed since humanity began and have played a major role in shaping our legends and history. How a dragon is portrayed depends on the culture. Western depictions of dragons have rarely been positive; they have often been vilified as evil because of their actions against innocent people. In other cultures, like ancient Mesoamerican ones, dragons are seen as divine beings who bless the land and its peoples. However, based on what you told us, those aren't the dragons we will encounter in this singularity, are they?"
This time, it took a bit longer for Lance's message to appear.
["No, they are not. They are all western type dragons. "]
"Here's another layer of complexity I need to mention. Based on your descriptions, those 'dragons' you referred to are most likely wyverns. Wyverns are much weaker subspecies of dragons. While they are still deadly creatures, even with the large numbers you mentioned, they would be much easier to slay than the giant dragon you described."
[Wait, slay… what? ]
[You don't mean that do you Romani? Please tell me you are lying. ]
[Slaying pokemon isn't cool dude. It's barbaric. ]
[CasCu: Wow, you guys are all so naive. It's actually unbelievable. ]
[GARcher: I'm really starting to get annoyed being forced to agree with the Hound so many times, but with chat being chat, I feel that is goibg to be a pipe dream. ]
[Dragon's-Iris donate 500 bits]
["Does Gudao have to kill them? Not subdue them? They are victims being controlled by the dragon witch too aren't they, so shouldn't they be saved?!"]
Ritsuka scratched the back of his neck, unwilling to meet chat's camera in the eye. Everyone else heard chat's comment and stared at them like they were fools.
All except Romani, who wore a knowing expression tinged with sympathy. "I know the world of Pokémon values coexistence with Pokémon, and while that works in your world, it doesn't apply to ours. Dragons and humans cannot coexist."
["B-but why?!"]
"Because interactions between the two species always end in bloodshed. Yes, humans usually instigate the problem, but dragons are not innocent either, as there are many cases in the past where they demanded human sacrifices to appease them."
Romani didn't give chat enough time to type out another comment as he somehow predicted what they would say before they could voice their opinion.
"I know what you guys are thinking, and while I would agree that it would be nice if we had pokeballs with us to subdue them, it would not be practical. Even if you gave us the blueprints today, the prototypes wouldn't be ready in time. Ritsuka is rayshifting two days from now. That wouldn't be enough time for even Da Vinci to work on them when she already has so much on her plate."
"We aren't sure if pokeballs would even work on all our enemies. Our worlds operate by completely separate rules. There are phantasmal beasts out there which are immune to many or all mundane weapons made by modern humans or just anything made by humans period. Conceptually, a pokeball would count as both, unless you guys manage a way to send pokeballs to us so we can exploit some technicality, but considering how fickle Ritsuka's powers are, it's unlikely."
"Even if they do work, it would be a waste of time and resources to make one for every phantasmal we encounter, especially since phantasmal creatures are much more aggressive and violent than your Pokémon, as far as I know. If Ritsuka keeps throwing pokeballs and none catch anything due to ultra-low catch rates, it's only going to put him in more danger when he's swarmed by phantasmal creatures trying to rip him apart."
Romani gave the camera a serious look, "So, I suggest people keep that in mind when you see Ritsuka ordering his servants to kill any phantasmal he comes across in the singularities."
[Oh. Dang, I mean… he does have a point. ]
[Mighty1Oak: I hate that its the only way, but I will have to side with Romani here. Unfortunately, these phantasmals are not like the pokemon we know. We would need to research them more to be sure, but my fellow viewers, please try to understand that this is an emergency situation, and in emergencies, survival is always the priority. ]
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[We understand professor. ]
[Cascu: wow I'm impressed, that Oak guy really knows how to control a crowd of whiners. ]
[MashuMellow: Well, he IS a world renowned scientist that is highly respected in his field and by the general populace. So it makes sense. ]
[Mighty1Oak donated 100 bits.]
["Thank you for informing us Romani. We understand your message and on behalf of my world, please do not think badly of us. We have all been working hard for decades to improve the bonds between humans and pokemon, so most have forgotten what it was like to live in fear of pokemon since the olden times. I promise I will do my best to ease some criticism sent your way."]
Romani blinked at the username and looked at Ritsuka while pointing his finger at the camera. The last master of Chaldea gave a nod, and Romani nearly let out a girly scream but stopped when he saw Da Vinci and Mash giving him deadpan expressions.
He cleared his throat instead. "It is alright, Professor Oak. We'll just treat this as a case of culture shock. We greatly appreciate your world's input after all the information you gave us. Confirming details is easier than just going in and hoping to stumble upon them. Still, it's a shame that we only had Saint Martha and Gilles de Rais as the other confirmed hostile servants."
Hearing Martha's name stirred a fire inside Ritsuka, causing his lips to purse in pity and anger. "Is it possible to save her?"
The doctor turned to Ritsuka with pity in his eyes and shook his head, much to the younger man's dismay. "Ritsuka, your heart is in the right place. But as I told your chat, we can't save everyone, and that includes servants. The only way to save Saint Martha from Jeanne's abuse would be if you had a servant with a noble phantasm that can break contracts."
[Frisky1intheFlowers:It's such a shame Gudao doesn't have a servant with that ability. Neh, @ GARcher?]
[GARcher: Do I know you?]
[Frisky1intheFlowers: No, but I know you. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ]
[Electrical★Streamer_Iono(MOD): don't listen to him GAR, he's a cryptic weirdo. ]
[GARcher: Oh don't worry, I know a shady creep when I see one. ]
[Frisky1intheFlowers: love you too Mr. Sheath. ]
[Beaumains: I don't know why… but that Frisk guy reminds me of someone I used to know. Someone… unpleasant. ]
[Electrical★Streamer_Iono(MOD): Ugh. Another Frisk?! We can barely handle one!! Two would be too much!! ]
Romani sighed, knowing this was going to be a heavy topic. "The best we can do for now is grant them a quick and painless death, which could be difficult considering who Saint Martha is."
Seeing the tilt of his head, Ritsuka's kohai stepped in as the history tutor. "Saint Martha was a saint famous for being a friend of Jesus Christ and the sister of Lazarus of Bethany, the man Jesus resurrected from the dead. Her most notable feat was peacefully subduing the legendary dragon Tarasque with her prayers."
[Dragon's-Iris: Wow!! So Martha was a dragon tamer? So cool!! ]
[DRaigHan: It pisses me off seeing a pretty woman, a dragon tamer at that, being treated like this.]
[CasCu: So should I tell them or? ]
[Frisky1intheFlowers: Nah, it's much more fun to see them stumble on the information most of the time.]
"Saint Martha was not a warrior, so fighting her won't be difficult. The problem will be Tarasque itself, as it's tied to her legend. That means it's very possible we'll have to confront it, which will be a challenge for us," Mash said, and Ritsuka couldn't help but agree. Dragons were endgame bosses for a reason, and they were going to face many of them in the next singularity. So he and his servants would have to do their best to kill her without pain.
"In any case, while you might not have a noble phantasm to undo their contracts, you do have a servant with an anti-dragon noble phantasm," Romani reminded him, but Ritsuka didn't need reminding who he meant.
By now, even he knew the story of Balmung, the blade that slayed the dragon Fafnir and was later passed to Kriemhild after her husband, the previous owner, died.
Using his mental connection with Kriemhild, he asked her a question, 'Are you okay with slaying dragons, Kriemhild?'
He knew Kriemhild heard him, but she didn't respond immediately as she was still thinking. Then she replied, 'I despise that stupid lizard for enabling my husband's dumb hero complex with its rotten blood. So no, I wouldn't be upset if you had me kill lesser or greater versions of that bastard. Unfortunately, I am not a proper fighter, or a hunter, so I cannot guarantee my hunts will succeed.'
'So long as you are willing, I will accept your help.'
'Then, because you asked so nicely, Master, I will help.'
Ritsuka sent a small wave of appreciation to Kriemhild, which she responded to with a polite acknowledgment.
"Kriemhild said she can do it," he informed Romani, who gave him a thumbs up before taking another slurp of what was likely his fifth cup of coffee.
"Well, since it seems we are all on the same page, I think I can call this quick meeting dismissed for now. From here until your rayshift, try your best and look into Jeanne, Gilles de Rais, and Martha's legends if you can, Ritsuka. Knowledge is power, and being the squishy human you are, you're going to need it."
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Two days later
"So, Gudao-kun, how does it feel to be inside a coffin?"
Considering he was inside a capsule with the same name and about the same size as an actual coffin, on top of wearing a skintight suit that made his butt look big, there was only one logical response to that question: "I now know what it feels like to be trapped inside a Pokéball."
[PsychicMoostache(MOD): Oh please, that coffin of yours makes the space inside a regular Pokéball look like a mausoleum. ]
[Bunny_Aachan: Hah! Good one!! ]
Da Vinci let out a playful laugh, one that lacked any mocking tones. "Don't worry about it too much, Gudao-kun. Once you rayshift into the singularity, you won't be limited to that tiny capsule. You'll have free rein to go where you please."
He really hoped so, because it would be difficult to solve a singularity from inside this thing.
"Now then, it was nice chatting with you, Gudao-kun, but your rayshift is about to start. So good luck~"
Hearing that farewell, Ritsuka decided to close his eyes, his mind focusing on the sounds of the staff's voices as they began the rayshifting process.
Unlike last time, when the rayshift was sudden and unexpected, this time he knew it was coming and couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
He took a deep breath to calm himself and readied his body.
"Pseudo Spiriton Transfer... START"
A familiar sensation tickled Ritsuka's nerves — the feeling of his soul coming loose from his body.
"Commencing Mission: Grand Order!"
Then, he felt his body jerk and once again the feeling of falling and being squeezed through a small hole came back to him like a memory.
Then, he felt another sensation he hadn't felt in weeks.
Sunlight.
Honest-to-goodness sunlight.
Ritsuka opened his eyes and was met by a green forest.
The rayshift was a success, and his next trial had begun.
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DRaigHan = Raihan the Dragon type Gym leader from Sword and Shield(Galar)
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AN: Hey guys, here's this week's chapter. I had a fever and a head cold the past week and I just barely got over it, so the chapter is on the smaller side. If I had gotten sick for any other reason, I would have been done with this days ago, but the most I could do is just do is work on my outline some more.
Hopefully you guys enjoyed, oh I am asking this nicely, please do not debate religion in the comments. If I come across as being biased during this arc, I apologize in advance. Just nicely point it out and I'll try to find a way to balance it out in the future.
Anywho, thanks for reading and I'll see you next week.