"—I hereby declare."
"Your body shall serve beneath me; my fate rests upon your sword."
"By the summons of the Holy Grail, if you accept this pact, answer my call."
"I swear here—I am the one who will spread all evil for eternity."
"Yet you shall drown yourself in chaos…"
"Come forth! Guardian of the Scales—!"
Gilles de Rais watched obsessively as the dark Holy Maiden beside him busied herself summoning other Servants.
This was the saint he truly desired. Jeanne… resurrected!
BOOM!
A massive explosion ripped through the air; smoke billowed, mingling with screams and panicked flight.
"!!!"
Laurent's eyes snapped open.
Those chaotic sounds tore him from sleep.
He pressed a hand painfully to his forehead and looked around.
Civilians scattered everywhere, running in every direction.
Huh? What's going on?
Suddenly, memories surged into his mind.
Holy Grail War… a wishing machine…
What the hell? And now I'm summoned as a Servant—as a… Berserker?
Laurent tried to process the strange new recollections.
The last clear thing he remembered was wandering, endlessly searching for a way to finally die.
And now these extra memories—meaning… he had to fight?
Wait—fight whom? And who was his Master?
Before he could puzzle it out, a dragon's roar thundered nearby.
Laurent: "…"
Wait, why is there suddenly a dragon involved?
But all that immediately became irrelevant when an incredibly familiar voice cut through the chaos.
"Slaughter! Destroy! Ravage everything without mercy—hahahahahaha!"
"If there's a lively street, tear it apart."
"If there's a thriving village, ravage it until nothing remains!"
The voice was arrogant, wildly delighted—one single hearing and Laurent knew whose it was.
Jeanne?!
No, wait. Since when did that silly girl turn into such a domineering villain? And why did hearing her—so arrogant, so unrestrained—make his chest flutter a little?
He felt a sudden, stubborn urge to hear more.
He scanned for the voice's source.
Soon he saw Jeanne, proudly mounted atop a wyvern.
But for some reason her outfit was pitch-black and her hair had turned white.
From Laurent's angle, and thanks to his sharp eyesight, he could clearly see the curves beneath her armor.
Holy shit. That silly girl's figure is absolutely first-rate now. Damn it, I can't look away—she's too sexy!
And she's so cool.
Especially her pose on that dragon, like a general leading her army—a thrilling sight.
I'm in love. Totally in love.
Laurent stared, utterly entranced.
He swallowed hard.
Dark Jeanne's smile was unbearably charming. Back then, he never imagined she'd ever wear an expression like that.
It was intoxicating. So thrilling!
His blatant, heated stare annoyed the Jeanne atop the wyvern. She frowned, glancing toward him with displeasure.
Their eyes met; Laurent's heart pounded.
She sees me! She actually sees me!
But when his gaze dropped to her ring finger—no ring.
Ah… guess my proposal failed after all.
Jeanne Alter regarded him with curiosity for a moment, then her wicked smile widened.
"Hahahaha—Gilles, look who I've found!"
Laurent heard her clearly.
Instantly his eyes snapped to the bug-eyed freak beside Jeanne Alter.
Gilles? Who the hell is this guy, popping up out of nowhere? And why did she call him by name so familiarly?!
Why did Jeanne's smile look like she'd spotted delicious prey instead of an old friend?
With a roar, the wyvern descended and landed before Laurent. He bristled, ready to interrogate Jeanne about the googly-eyed creep—especially why she called him by name.
But before he could speak, Jeanne cut him off.
"Oh, isn't this that pathetic English king who lasted only one day before Heaven struck him down! Hahahahaha—Gilles, I'm delighted, absolutely delighted! Who knew I'd find something so entertaining today? Hahaha!"
"Yes, my Holy Mai—"
"Wa-wait a damn second! You bug-eyed freak better watch your mouth! Who's 'your' Holy Maiden? Who the hell gave you permission to call her your Holy Maiden!"
Before Gilles could finish, Laurent's temper exploded.
"Hmm?"
Both Jeanne and Gilles turned toward Laurent, confused. Jeanne Alter's face plainly read: what nonsense is this idiot spouting now?
"Thank goodness. You're alive."
Seeing Jeanne, Laurent felt a flood of mixed emotions, unsure how to react.
"I'll let your relationship with that man beside you slide for now. But what's with your outfit? Did you dye your hair white? And the dragons?"
Jeanne Alter scowled.
"Have you lost your mind? Whatever."
Then her expression hardened into a cruel smile.
"But since you're alive, I suppose you're ready to suffer my revenge!"
She raised her spear, eyes locked on Laurent.
"How did it feel, oh mighty king, to falsely accuse me of witchcraft? Even though the angels already struck you down, my fury is far from sated!"
"…Eh?"
Laurent's smile froze.
Wh-what's going on?
As Absolute Evil, even he sensed something deeply wrong.
By nature, Jeanne's purity should have repelled him like oil repels water. Yet now he felt inexplicably drawn to this dark Jeanne. The feeling was maddening—if he had to name it, it would be: her charisma, her allure, had become almost impossible to resist.
But this was wrong. Jeanne embodied justice; how could he, Absolute Evil, feel attraction toward her?
And revenge? Jeanne wanted revenge on him? When the hell had he ever wronged that silly girl?!
"My Holy Maiden, we needn't waste words. Kill him immediately. Creatures like him belong in hell."
Laurent glared at the bug-eyed clown beside her.
Hey—I'm having a heartfelt reunion with my childhood sweetheart here. Who asked for your opinion, you damn googly-eyed freak?
But since you didn't say "my Holy Maiden" again, I'll graciously forgive you—this time only!
"No no no, Gilles. Seeing him beg, desperate and helpless—now that's satisfying. Watching fear flood their eyes before torturing them to death—hahahaha!"
Laurent: Jeanne… when did you grow a sadistic streak? Not that I dislike it—actually, you're even more appealing—but… this feels all wrong.
Jeanne Alter didn't know what he was thinking. Her smile snapped viciously cold.
"Struggle in endless agony, and suffer eternal torment, Évigi!"
BOOM!
The spear flew, striking Laurent through the skull in an instant—no time to react.
Only one thought lingered in his mind.
This script for our reunion feels… really not quite right…
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