"I... completely understand."
Jeanne [Alter] nodded thoughtfully.
"As long as—"
"I just need to clear a path in front of us, right?"
"Mn..."
Ian responded softly to Jeanne [Alter].
"This is your final trial."
The man's fingers gently touched that soul which was no longer pure.
"Complete it, and prove that you are worthy of my cultivation—"
Ian knew that after that kind of extreme erosion, Jeanne [Alter] would absolutely be involuntarily tainted with that extreme pleasure.
Even a simple touch would strike the soul like the teasing of flames.
But what if—
At this moment, that supply was stopped?
In just a moment, as the man's touch left, Jeanne [Alter] quickly exhibited behavior resembling withdrawal.
She clutched her throat, appearing to be in great pain.
"Only after finishing what needs to be done can there be a reward—"
Ian placed his finger against the edge of Jeanne [Alter]'s lips, making her retract all her absurdity.
"Even now, you are not allowed to overdraw your desire."
"Wu—"
A mournful cry issued from Jeanne [Alter]'s throat.
Her eyes became incredibly chaotic, and traces of scorching by fire appeared on the skin all over her body.
"I want to save the world... Roar... I want to burn everything... Roar..."
"I want to—"
"Do what I want to do."
The girl's appearance constantly shifted between a fallen saint and a savior witch, as if a dual personality had been woven together.
But only Ian knew that these were all her truest forms.
No one ever said that a misunderstood witch couldn't privately be a slave waiting to be enlightened.
The desires of this world have never had just one face.
She, woven with contradictions, was such a beautiful existence—
Not to mention Jeanne [Alter], even Ian felt himself getting excited at this moment.
He leaped off the giant dragon's body, handing the absolute stage over to her.
"Master—"
Kiyohime came to Ian's side.
"You seem to have done something to make that foolish witch a little bit smarter."
"It's a bit troublesome to explain, Kiyohime."
"But, you can definitely feel how beautiful this is, right?"
"No."
Kiyohime shook her head.
"I did not perfectly understand what you said."
"However—"
The girl's gaze lingered on the man's lower body.
"I can understand you personally in another way."
"If I may..."
The petite Kiyohime licked the corner of her mouth.
"Could you please convey that feeling to me in a more tangible way?"
Saying such words, the girl closed her eyes, opened her mouth slightly, and extended that delicate tongue like a snake's.
Deep, dark, and just right.
What to do at a time like this was naturally clear at a glance to the man who controlled the power of Slaanesh.
"Kiyohime, you really are sensible—"
"I absolutely must take you back to Chaldea."
Feeling the surrounding air gradually becoming scorching due to the witch's chanting, the man slowly closed his eyes.
No one understood the beauty of snake saliva better than him at this moment.
The savior witch continued her actions.
She crossed her hands, and whispering murmurs came from between her lips.
"In this world, it is absolutely not only Angels who can walk the path of justice, nor is it only Witches who do wrong things."
"I shall save this world, until all things turn to ash!"
"Roar! My Storm of Salvation!"
The rotating magic circle gradually expanded to several times its original size during the chanting.
The headwinds generated by this blew up Jeanne [Alter]'s long hair.
Crimson flames centered on the girl's crossed palms, extending until they completely filled the entire magic circle.
The ruthless firelight was reflected in her listless eyes, yet it carried a hint of excitement.
"I, finally said such words—"
"I am indeed the strongest Witch!!!"
Boom.
The flames swept towards the wall of light.
It is said—
There also seem to be ranks among flames.
In different worlds, there have been rumors of pure burning flames losing to scorching magma.
At this moment, it seemed to be the same situation.
The flames interwoven with desire possessed a determination to win; the magical energy displayed radiated fluctuations beyond the ordinary.
Even Kiyohime, who was originally indifferent to this, after relieving the man of his worries, couldn't help but turn her head to look at the absolutely scorching boundary between light and fire.
"Can one unleash such flames after being favored by Master?"
"Hehehe..."
Kiyohime touched her lips.
"It really gives one the impulse to dedicate oneself to Master~"
However—
Although Jeanne [Alter]'s flames had reached a terrifying level.
The wall of light seemed to have a corresponding resistance.
Explosions occurred continuously, but they did not tear open a path forward.
But...
Jeanne [Alter] showed no sign of surprise.
"As expected, it absolutely can't be that simple—"
"But, no one can stop me."
The girl withdrew one hand and cast another Magecraft.
And the target this time was no longer the wall of light, but...
Those demonic dragons that had followed all the way here!
"I am a Witch reborn from being executed by that guy—"
"You guys know how to please me, right?"
Relying with all her might on Ian's terror, Jeanne [Alter] enacted the role of the Dragon Witch that shouldn't have existed.
One stream.
Two streams.
Three streams.
The dragon herd spewed out flames one after another, converging on the Witch's storm.
Whether they were afraid of Ian or influenced by Jeanne [Alter]'s realization, such things became completely unimportant at this moment.
Tearing open, shattering—
The wall of light shattered into particle-sized pieces, slowly dissipating and rising into the sky.
Even Mordred, who was broken from play and whose consciousness hadn't fully recovered while lying on the dragon's back, reacted somewhat.
"So amazing..."
"Hahahahahaha—"
Jeanne [Alter]'s laughter spread through the sky.
"Foolish believers, remember my existence!"
"I am the Witch who burns this world! The one and only Witch!"
"And also..."
Jeanne [Alter] turned her head back, and the moment she saw the man, she completely became another appearance.
Tilting her head slightly, her fingers spread slightly to cup her cheek, she exhaled hot breath with blurred eyes.
"The Witch loyal to him~"
"Forever—"
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