On the battlefield.
Facing five aggressive Servants, Jeanne Alter showed no fear.
Without a single wasted word, she brandished her cursed flag and launched a countercharge against the enemy.
... At this point, what was there to say?
To her, this battle was inevitable and one she had to win. Only by surviving it would she truly establish her place in this world.
As for how to win… she didn't think, nor had time to think.
"Let's do this!"
Jeanne Alter roared, charging into the enemy ranks filled with flashing blades.
Honestly, it wasn't a wise choice.
But she had no other.
"I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
She lacked the noble sacrifice for a nation or the kindness to give her life for others.
In this moment, she fought purely for herself, for her life.
"I want to live."
"I have to live!"
"The dragon's waiting for me to grill meat… I must live!"
Blades gleamed on the battlefield, the enemy showing no mercy, each strike targeting the witch's weakest points... but with astonishing willpower, she narrowly dodged each lethal blow.
... At the cost of new wounds on her body.
"Haa... "
"Haa... "
"Haa... "
Emerging from the enemy ranks, Jeanne Alter leaned on her flagpole, gasping heavily.
That brief minute of combat felt like an eternity.
Her armor was tattered, bloody wounds exposed... yet they healed rapidly under her mana, restored in moments.
Bad news: she was taking a beating.
Good news: she could take it.
The false Holy Grail crafted by the Demon King within her served as an energy source, sustaining her fight. As long as her will held, she could keep battling.
But only battling.
Victory was impossible... the enemy's blades were sharp, their resolve to crush her relentless.
Worse, Jeanne Alter heard infuriating news from that ahoge traitor:
"She's not going to let us kill her that easily."
"No choice... release the Noble Phantasm."
The wise king raised her head, looking past the struggling witch to the city nearby.
"A pure white city."
She mused on the familiar hue, faintly feeling as if she were fighting beneath Camelot's white walls.
... But this was no Camelot.
That pure white was a false facade. The foundation of this city was evil, an indelible black.
A city of the undead that should not exist in this world... that was Artoria's judgment.
And for such a city, Artoria, who once fought for the living, unhesitatingly raised her holy sword, wielding the sun's power to burn away all worldly sins.
"You traitor, you dare... !"
Seeing the direction of Artoria's sword, Jeanne Alter's eyes widened.
In the next moment, she lunged at Artoria like a rabid dog, trying to stop the attack.
... Only to be sent flying by a prepared Martha's punch.
"This sword embodies the sun's power, vanquishing all evil…"
The Noble Phantasm's release echoed across the battlefield, a pillar of solar light gripped in Artoria's hand, swinging swiftly toward the city.
"She's actually attacking?!"
"Ahoge sister, you're really despicable now, you know?!"
Alaric and the others in the city were caught in the wide-ranging attack. "Senpai, watch out!"
In the critical moment, Mash raised her snowflake shield. Absolute protective power spread behind her, guarding Ritsuka Fujimaru and the others... but it wasn't enough to shield the entire city.
"I won't let you succeed!!!"
At the crucial moment, Jeanne Alter ignited the flames within her.
Flames meant for self-destruction, for taking enemies down with her... now used to protect this city.
The city that held all her dreams, proof of her existence in this world!
"No way I'll let you win!!!!"
Solar flames clashed with wrathful flames in midair, two opposing forces devouring each other, each vying to consume the other's power. Yet they remained distinct, neither yielding.
"Haa... "
A minute later, the flames finally dissipated.
Jeanne Alter, her strength utterly spent, lay on the ground, gasping heavily... looking at the sky with a joyful smile.
She'd done it!
She'd protected the city.
She'd won!
... Or so she thought.
But was it true?
"Oh, you blocked that strike."
The king still stood on the battlefield.
Her voice rang out, cold and devoid of emotion.
"Not bad."
"Now, the second strike?"
"!!!"
…
It was an utterly unthinkable scene.
No normal Servant could release their Noble Phantasm twice in such a short time.
... If Jeanne Alter's mind were clear, she'd have realized something was wrong.
But now wasn't the time for thinking.
"You bastard!!!"
Seeing the second wave of flames about to erupt, with too little mana to unleash another Noble Phantasm, Jeanne Alter didn't hesitate... she threw her body in front of the solar fire.
... In that moment, even she found it surreal.
"Really… I'm doing something this stupid."
As the flames neared, Jeanne Alter suddenly recalled the scene of the Saint's Passion.
... So that's how she felt back then.
... No hatred, no anger.
... Only blessings for the world, hoping they could live well in a world without her, free from war's turmoil.
"This is really... "
"Disgustingly noble…"
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