Chapter 76: She, Too, Deserves to be Saved
[You have finally come, my comrades.]
[I am your Master, Jeanne Alter!]
[Destruction and slaughter. That is my command to you.]
[If you find a vibrant street, destroy it with abandon.]
[If you find a thriving village, trample it without mercy.]
[No matter how evil, no matter how cruel.]
[God will grant forgiveness, will he not?]
[And even if we are to face divine punishment in the end, that is fine.]
[For that in itself is proof that God exists, and that he loves humanity!]
…
This was not a normal Heroic Spirit summoning.
Because of the Witch's rage, a faint black mist clung to each of the summoned Servants.
[Mad Enhancement].
Whether they were a noble saint or a wild god... under the influence of this maddening aura, they could no longer maintain their own will and were forced to obey Jeanne Alter's commands.
—All except for Bailong.
"No effect?" Artoria whispered.
"Relax, relax. It's just the anger of a little girl. Compared to the curse of all of Britain, this level of madness is nothing."
The downsized dragon and the fully-armored Artoria quietly exchanged what information they had.
Her—or rather, Artoria's—class was [Saber], summoned to this land due to her affinity with "Dragon," making her one of Jeanne Alter's six enforcers.
"What's the deal with this girl? I feel like my compatibility with her is truly awful!" Artoria muttered, her brow furrowed as she looked at Jeanne Alter's defiant figure.
"Bad compatibility" here didn't mean disgust, but a kind of natural opposition. Like a stray cat meeting a stray dog—they rarely cross paths, but when they do, sparks fly.
"Hmm... If it's not because of the Alter-reversal, it's probably because she once fought against the English invaders," Bailong posited. "And you were once the King of Britain."
"What? English? Invaders?"
"Yes, but don't worry. The English of this era are no longer Celts. The Anglo-Saxons are the dominant people in Britain now."
"!!!"
Hearing this unbelievable news, Artoria's eyes widened.
A powerful murderous aura suddenly erupted from her—an aura forged from over a dozen major battles fought against foreign invaders, an aura born from her willingness to turn the entire island into a sea of corpses just to drive the Saxons out.
She had once thought she had succeeded.
But who could have known that the Saxons would return after her departure and truly usurp the island!
And what's more, those despicable Saxons, after stealing her island, continued to launch wicked wars of aggression elsewhere!
"Then I shall be the one to vanquish them!"
Suddenly, Artoria radiated an intense fighting spirit, an "invincible" aura that even made the vengeful Dragon Witch beside her turn to look.
—The noble King of Knights would certainly never bring herself to slaughter unarmed civilians or destroy vibrant towns.
—But if it meant a direct confrontation with those shameless Anglo-Saxon robbers... she would gladly show them what a true [Slayer of Foreign Invaders] looked like.
"Wow, what an impressive spirit," Jeanne Alter noted with a nod of satisfaction at the suddenly battle-hungry dragon knight. "I like it!"
Excellent. This was exactly the effect she wanted.
…
The Dragon Witch finished issuing her commands.
She also granted these summoned Servants a basic level of "dominion."
The wyverns—creatures summoned to this land by the Dragon Witch's banner—became "soldiers" for the Servants to use at will, to help them quickly clear the world of "obstacles."
Artoria refused the aid of these wyverns.
Of course, one could also say it was Bailong who refused to associate with these inferior, large lizards that merely had the appearance of dragons without their substance.
"Let's find a chance to get rid of them," Bailong whispered to Artoria. "And that big one too. Let's get rid of it when we can. The thought of breathing the same air as these 'dragons' makes me sick..."
Perhaps it was true that all dragons were arrogant—they naturally looked down on lesser draconic beings and held even deeper enmity for those on a similar level to themselves.
"What about these civilians?" Artoria, however, was worried about something else. "We have to find a way to protect them!"
She was, after all, a noble knight, considering the safety of the common people even in a situation like this.
"If you really can't stand it, we could just take out that Jeanne Alter directly," Bailong offered casually. "She may be the Master, but her Command Spells have no effect on me—"
Having left the "hell-mode difficulty" of Britain, he suddenly felt that everything around him had become much simpler.
The Dragon Witch, the Avenger Jeanne—it sounded like a frightening title, but in terms of true power, she probably couldn't even match a single spear throw from Scáthach. In terms of the threat she posed to the world, she was nothing compared to the despair and curses that had tried to halt the changing of an era.
The only one worth paying attention to might be the demonic dragon Fafnir, summoned alongside Jeanne Alter, but Bailong was confident he could defeat it. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he came to this era to defeat it!
"We can solve this problem directly," Bailong suggested, offering the simplest, most brutal, but also most effective solution. "If you want."
Artoria seriously considered this suggestion—but in the end, she shook her head, vetoing the "solve problems with violence" proposal.
"No."
"That would indeed solve the problem here... but it wouldn't solve the root of the problem."
Artoria looked at the dark figure on the wyvern, flying further away. Her eyes revealed a pity that one could only have after learning the truth.
"She, too, deserves to be saved."
"We have to find a way... to free her from this abyss of hatred."
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