Across countless worlds: Yearning to become a giant of light.

Chapter 84 [FGO] Jeanne d'Arc's Warm Embrace
"Hmph... No matter how fast the enemy moves, their strength is always insignificant. Even if there is a saint who can slay dragons, so what? Their destruction is only a matter of time."

After a brief moment of surprise, Jeanne Alter sneered again, seemingly not taking Chen Lin and the others seriously.

In fact, she does have the qualifications.

On paper, Chen Lin's side only has Georgios as a high-end fighter, while his side only has Jeanne d'Arc Alter and the mastermind Bluebeard (Gilde Rae) and the Demon Pillar.

The core fighting force includes Fafnir the Dragon, Vlad III, Lancelot (Berserker), Camilla, Martha the Iron Fist Saint, Atalanta, The Phantom of the Opera...

He also has countless evil dragons and sea monsters under his command!
Will it win?
Jeanne Alter: We will win! (Confident)
"The battlefield situation can change in an instant, and I think we should be cautious."

Even when summoned as a 'vampire,' Vlad III still possessed the vision of a king and the keen intuition of a battlefield general.

Vlad III instinctively felt something was wrong, given Chen Lin's ability to quickly gather all available combat power and the fact that he and his Servants, including Camilla, couldn't catch up with a mere handful of people.

But I can't quite put my finger on what the problem is.

"Tch! A city of tens of thousands of people, the monsters Jill summoned alone are enough to overwhelm them! Right now they should be worried about how long they can hold out against the onslaught of the evil dragon and monsters~ Hahahaha!!!!"

Jeanne Alter's smile remained unchanged, and she scoffed at Vlad III's caution.

Given the current vast disparity in strength, she couldn't imagine what methods the other side could possibly use to compensate.

Vlad III: ...

Since Jeanne Alter thinks so, what else can he say?

Just comply. (Start the presentation)
(Vlad III)

"Hehehe... Yes, it's just a bunch of loose sand gathered together. The only difference is that the screams will be more melodious when the time comes."

Camilla and Jeanne Alter share the same opinion.

Now, apart from unleashing her cruel 'nature,' she only cares about her 'pure' self, Elizabeth, who shares the same singularity, and ignores everything else.

(Camilla's pictures are either not good-looking or won't pass the review. Does anyone post pictures of heroes in the comments?)

“arrr————!”

Kuang Lan, who was completely unable to speak, let out a roar, it was unclear whether she was agreeing or expressing her dissatisfaction.

Only Martha and D'Eon remained silent. However, compared to the latter (D'Eon), who had already resigned himself to his fate, the former (Martha) was extremely excited to learn that Chen Lin had gathered all the neutral Servants in such a short time.

Martha: As expected of a primate of the new era, she can do such a thing so easily! I can't wait to start (betray) her!

The Iron Fist Saintess is physically preparing for battle.

…………

Meanwhile, the group officially moved into the castle rooms prepared by Gilles de Rais. During this time, Kiyohime, Elizabeth, and Queen Marie Antoinette, among other Servants, formed contracts with Chen Lin, officially transforming from neutral Servants into Servants belonging to Chen Lin.

This was thanks to Georgios's deliberate choice of this city, located near the ley lines, when leading Gilles de Rais's forces in their retreat, which allowed the control room to maintain closer observation and communication with the singularity.

This allows Chaldea's magical energy supply to reach the singularity, accelerating Kiyohime and the others' magical energy and injury recovery, and making their sleep in bed even more restful, as if they are determined to make up for all the damage they have done during this period.

While everyone else was asleep and resting, Chen Lin couldn't fall asleep at all. He went to sit on the castle's balcony, his mind filled with thoughts of the final battle to come and the potentially even more difficult singularities that lay ahead...

The thought that the later dungeons might be even more hellish than the original game put him under immense mental pressure, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Chen Lin? You're still awake..."

Unexpectedly, Joan of Arc was not asleep either, but instead, as if sensing something, she came to the balcony where Chen Lin was.

"Ms. Jeanne..."

Chen Lin turned around, somewhat surprised.

He seemed so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Joan of Arc's arrival.

"Just call me Joan of Arc, I'm not some great person."

Joan of Arc sat down next to Chen Lin quite naturally.

At this moment, she was not wearing her combat uniform, but had changed into an ordinary village girl outfit. However, her appearance was really not in line with the word "village girl".

Even the most ordinary linen dress looked almost goddess-like under the moonlight, leaving Chen Lin momentarily stunned.

"Chen Lin, what... what are you spacing out about?"

Seemingly embarrassed by Chen Lin's direct gaze, Jeanne blushed and turned her head away. "Ah...sorry! I got lost in my own world!"

Whether it was due to Siegfried's Spirit Origin or not, Chen Lin immediately apologized and spoke his mind very honestly.

Then he realized what was happening and regretted it, but he didn't know how to make amends, and he thought he might lose favor with the person he was dealing with.

"This, this is it..."

Joan of Arc hadn't expected Chen Lin to answer so directly, and was momentarily at a loss for words. She could only awkwardly change the subject and ask, "But it's so late, aren't you going to rest? That quick movement technique must have taken a lot of toll."

"I just can't sleep..."

Seeing that the topic had shifted to other things, Chen Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he still answered Joan of Arc's questions truthfully.

"I'm very worried that we'll lose the battles to come."

Because he had been on edge the whole time, he was able to forge ahead without hesitation.

Now that he's relaxed a little, he feels afraid.

I'm afraid that death will come after me when I'm not fully prepared.

"Eh?"

Joan of Arc was somewhat surprised.

She didn't expect Chen Lin to say such discouraging things.

It's important to know that not only himself, but in everyone's eyes, Chen Lin is a standard hero (savior) who has fallen from the sky. He is goal-oriented, decisive, and able to quickly gather the scattered resistance forces (servants) of the entire singularity together.

Such a person should be a very confident individual.

There's an old saying in our area: "Ignorance is bliss."

Chen Lin chuckled softly.

"Sometimes, when facing an unknown enemy, one can unleash a life-or-death power; but sometimes, the more one knows how terrifying the enemy is, the harder it is to muster the courage..."

In particular, the new humans' senses, particularly their sixth sense, amplified that fear invisibly.

But perhaps it was the sense of security that Joan of Arc gave him that made Chen Lin gradually open up and complain about how incredibly powerful the enemies he might encounter next were.

Because the matter of Goetia could not be mentioned, Chen Lin did not say it directly, but Joan of Arc could still tell that the other party was an absolutely terrifying existence that was almost impossible to defeat.

"Chen Lin..."

While he was only thinking about how to save France, Chen Lin (Master) had so much more on his mind. (Even if his starting point was simply to survive.)
Thinking of this, Joan of Arc felt somewhat ashamed, and at the same time felt sorry for Chen Lin, who was bearing all of this alone.

Soon, Chen Lin finished venting his inner pressure and felt a wave of relief followed by exhaustion.

And a warm embrace.

"No, you've already tried your best... Chen Lin, we should worry about the future later. Right now, what you need most is to rest..."

Joan of Arc gently embraced Chen Lin, soothing him softly.

"Joan of Arc..."

Exhausted, Chen Lin slowly fell asleep.

Is he asleep?

A white-haired girl peeked out from behind; it was Mary.

She had clearly been eavesdropping here for some time.

"What a hard-working child..."

Joan of Arc nodded upon hearing this and said, "After all, this is all we can do to help him."

(I forgot to include this before, Marie Antoinette)

(End of this chapter)