In the video—
Dozens of soldiers charged forward with sinister grins.
Kirina's breath hitched—she could hardly imagine what terrifying scene lay ahead. It was as if the Grim Reaper was swinging his scythe.
There was no hope of survival.
At this critical moment, Jeanne shielded a little girl behind her.
She didn't care for her own life at all.
Whoosh!
The invading soldiers swung their blades, emitting a sharp slicing sound through the air.
A vicious strike came crashing down!
Kirina almost cried out in alarm.
Too dangerous!
With that one strike, the two girls were going to be killed!
Clang!
A sharp sound of metal clashing erupted.
A sword appeared silently, piercing straight through the brutal soldier's chest. The powerful body was sent flying several meters, slamming heavily into a boulder.
His eyes were filled with disbelief—he never imagined he would die like this.
He died with his eyes wide open.
"He's here, he's here!"
Kirina's breathing grew rapid.
To descend in the moment of deepest despair and save the young saint prepared to die… just thinking about it was overwhelmingly romantic.
Footsteps echoed.
A tall figure walked out from the shadows, speaking calmly as he approached.
"All the disasters in this world stem from one thing—those involved lack power. Like this, you won't be able to save anyone."
"I can't stand by and watch someone die," Jeanne replied, gently patting the head of the little girl hiding behind her, standing firm despite her young age.
"You protect everyone… but why won't you protect yourself?"
The tall figure sighed.
Before the girl could reply, he continued,
"That's why—you are the future Catholic saint, the Hero of France, the Maid of Orléans: Jeanne d'Arc."
A person from the future!
Kirina instantly realized.
Only someone from the future could know Jeanne's true identity.
Because at this point in time, the young saint Jeanne wasn't yet called "Jeanne d'Arc," but was still known as Jeanne Darc.
Under her intense gaze, the man stepped out of the shadows, a red cape billowing behind him.
The English soldiers all watched the mysterious man with wary eyes and roared angrily, "Who are you? Why do you dare to stand in our way?!"
But the man said nothing.
He gazed at the soldiers with a cold, emotionless expression. Just one man, yet dozens of cavalrymen felt a suffocating pressure.
Under that pressure, one soldier couldn't take it anymore and loosed an arrow.
Whoosh!
The arrow screamed toward the nameless Heroic Spirit—but his figure vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the archer.
Slice!
A flash of sword light cut across the soldier's throat—he was killed instantly.
The nameless Heroic Spirit spoke calmly,
"When you kill others, you must be prepared to be killed yourself."
The next moment, his figure flickered again, darting among the soldiers like a blur.
Like a reaper, he harvested lives without mercy.
The once arrogant soldiers were now reduced to trembling sheep, fleeing in fear.
A complete reversal!
HolySimp999-[So satisfying! "When you kill others, be prepared to die!" That's what you get for being so cocky earlier!]
FateShit-[Hahaha, that felt like drinking a cold soda on a blazing summer day—refreshing and invigorating!]
EverydayNerd-[Who exactly is this nameless Heroic Spirit? Why is there no record of him anywhere?]
YeetTheInfidel-[Is this a movie shoot? Why does it feel so real?!]
…
"It is satisfying!"
Kirina's cheeks flushed red.
Just moments ago, Saint Jeanne had been cornered by the soldiers, on the verge of a cruel death.
Despair.
Oppression.
Horror.
Darkness.
And now, this nameless Heroic Spirit had appeared at the critical moment to save the saint.
After all the enemies were either dead or fleeing—
The nameless Heroic Spirit looked quietly at the young saint with deep black eyes.
His tall and lean frame, and striking silver-white hair, made him especially eye-catching.
"Huh? Why do his features look kind of like Sanjiro?"
Kirina found herself muttering in surprise after getting a clear look at the man's face.
This man was over ten centimeters taller than Sanjiro, with a healthy, bronze complexion, and an aura of strength and power.
But—
His features really did resemble Sanjiro's!
To put it simply, the man in the video looked like a grown-up, battle-hardened version of Sanjiro—matured through countless battles with an iron-blooded aura.
Yes! That's exactly it!
If she hadn't lived with Sanjiro for years, she never would've noticed the subtle similarities between their facial features.
Unable to contain her excitement, Kirina immediately messaged him:
"Sanjiro! Quick, check out the hottest video of the nameless Heroic Spirit! The main guy looks just like you!"
[It should be class time right now, right? Kirina, we'll have a little talk tonight about your phone usage.]
Sanjiro replied quickly.
This little rascal… if she didn't get disciplined once in a while, she'd really get out of hand.
A nameless Heroic Spirit?
At first, he used to get nervous when he saw that phrase.
But now? He was already used to it.
So many people online wanted to ride the Heroic Spirit wave, making up all sorts of strange Heroic Spirits.
[Chronicles of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[No one knows your name, but your deeds shall live on forever!]
"Heh, they're really laying it on thick. Do they really think I'd fall for clickbait like that?"
Sanjiro glanced at the video title, closed it casually, and continued enjoying his peaceful daily life.
A Heroic Spirit?
Even if Alaya herself came knocking, there was no way he'd go back to being one again!
Savior of the world?
That job's long behind him.
…
[It should be class time right now, right? Kirina, we'll talk about your phone use tonight.]
When Kirina saw the message, her face turned pale—more than when she saw her idol in danger.
Yieeep
She had gotten too excited and sent him that message without thinking.
Damn it! Why did I foolishly start suspecting they looked alike?!
One's a stingy, pervy shut-in. The other is a heroic spirit saving idols. How could they possibly be similar?!
Still annoyed, she continued watching the video.
The young saint looked at the man before her and asked, "Thank you for protecting everyone. May I know your name?"
"Nameless."
He didn't even intend to leave his name.
Jeanne looked into his dark eyes and asked,
"Please… how can I save my country?"
In that moment—
The young saint was filled with doubt. She suddenly realized that without power, she couldn't save anyone.
She could only stand by and watch others die.
"That's simple. Declare that you've received guidance from the Lord, and rally all of France to fight." The nameless Heroic Spirit spoke. "Your strength alone is far too weak. Only by uniting all of France can you truly protect your homeland."
Jeanne stood dumbfounded.
"But… that would be a lie!"
"Yes, it is a lie. And when the truth is revealed, you might be burned at the stake—roasted alive." The nameless Heroic Spirit didn't deny it at all and continued, "But… if that lie makes the whole world believe, then you can even call yourself a god."
"I… I can't do that…"
The young saint's expression grew flustered. She couldn't accept what he was saying.
"Come now. Let's carry the wishes of the dead together—let's deceive the whole world, and make you the true emissary of the Lord!"
The nameless Heroic Spirit extended his hand.
"Then lead them… to liberate Orléans and achieve ultimate victory!"