Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

The Black Joan of Arc that Atalanta met was not Joan of Arc. She was a fake Joan of Arc, a heroic spirit that did not exist. She was created out of thin air.

Hearing Atalanta say this, Mo Li nodded without answering. As long as Jiade was still the easiest woman to deal with in Chaldea, it would be fine.

Mo Li looked outside the cave: "Something seems to be happening outside. It's necessary to go and get involved."

At the same time, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, Kured Altria, young Medusa and Jeanne also dealt with the zombies and wyverns in the ruins of Lasarite.

While Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group were chatting, Romani suddenly shouted worriedly, "Wait! The Servant just now turned around again! Oh no, it seems like they've noticed your presence!"

Mashu asked nervously, "How many people are there?!"

"Hey, don't be so stubborn! There are four of them. Even though they're outnumbered, they're very fast... Could they be cavalry or something? Anyway, run!"

"But..." Mashu looked reluctant and glanced at the corpses of the people who had turned into zombies and then been killed by them.

Romani advised, "Although the enemy and us appear to be evenly matched in numbers, Mashu, you're still only a novice. You can't possibly compare to a seasoned Heroic Spirit! The only ones here who can be called warriors are Jeanne, Altria, and Medusa. Mashu, you're undoubtedly a novice, and the enemy's combat power is still superior to yours!"

As long as they retreat into the mountains from which they came, they don't have to worry about the enemies entering the mountains to look for them.

"Retreat! Don't force a fight in this situation. Isn't that what the Thirty-Six Stratagems say?"

Jeanne: “…”

Altria watched this scene in silence. If Fujimaru Ritsuka had enough magic power, she would actually have the confidence to fight two at a time. Unfortunately, the reality was that her magic power was not enough. Although she could fight at a distance from Fujimaru Ritsuka, the reality of lack of magic power still troubled Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Now, Ritsuka Fujimaru is still an ordinary person with insufficient magic power. Although she has been greatly strengthened by the wine provided by the Hero King following Mo Li, she still cannot get rid of this nature. She is not the Ritsuka Fujimaru who can hold neutron star-level chocolate in the future.

Medusa Lily looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, waiting for her order.

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately said, "They're probably much faster than us. Escape is impossible. If they're riding dragons, we probably won't be able to outrun them. So, prepare to fight."

Mash immediately said, "Miss Jeanne! The local servants are coming. Please get ready!"

Jeanne said with a determined look, "Alright, let my flag protect everyone! And I'll also ask them clearly about their intentions!"

"If you choose to stay, you really can't avoid the war... I hope everything goes well." When Romani saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka had made a decision, he immediately stopped persuading him. Continuing to persuade him at this time would have no effect except to shake the morale of the army.

It wasn't long before the enemy servants arrived.

One of the servants surprised Jeanne d'Arc, as it really looked like her.

The lancer Vlad III, the assassin Camilla, the lily-like swordsman Dion, and the fourth is the Black Jeanne d'Arc standing on the back of the giant dragon Fafnir.

Now, in both camps, except for the two Joans of Arc who were looking at each other, everyone showed an expression of surprise, comparing the differences between their own Joan of Arc and the Joan of Arc on the opposite side.

Jeanne Alter looked at Jeanne with a subtle expression and said, "I never expected... I never expected, I never expected that something like this would happen!"

Joan of Arc was also looking at Black Joan of Arc in shock: "You..."

Jeanne Alter's expression gradually brightened. "Hey, please, no one can pour a bucket of cold water on me. This is terrible, it's not good. I'm really going crazy, because if not, I would probably die of laughter at this ridiculous scene."

"Hey, look at that, Jill! That poor little girl! What is that, a termite? A mouse? An earthworm?"

Jeanne Alter's expression darkened. "It's all the same anyway! So insignificant that I can't even evoke sympathy!"

Almost immediately after she finished speaking, Jeanne Alter's expression turned sarcastic again. "Ah, seriously, a country that can only rely on little girls like this is worse than the Mouse Kingdom! Hey, Jill, you too... oh, right, I didn't bring Jill with me."

Joan of Arc couldn't help herself after hearing this. First she said this to herself and then to Jill. This cast a shadow over her heart: "You... who are you? 1"

Hearing this question, Jeanne Alter tried to regain her composure, restraining her impulse and saying, "I was thinking of asking as well... Well, as a superior, I will answer your question. I am Jeanne, the resurrected saint who saved the nation. Another 'me'."

Hearing this, Joan of Arc recalled the scene before she was burned to death. She took a deep breath and retorted, "What nonsense! You are not a saint, just like I am not a saint. No, that is a thing of the past. There is no need to mention it again. More importantly, why did you attack this city?"

Looking at the corpses scattered around and the ruins of the destroyed city, Joan of Arc had a face full of sorrow. She once fought for this land, but now that she has turned evil, is she going to destroy this land with her own hands?

Upon hearing this question, Jeanne Alter revealed a puzzled expression. "You're asking me... why? I thought you, a fellow Jeanne, would understand. After your attribute transformation, have you become so clueless? You're asking me why I attacked this city?"

Joan of Arc Alter looked around, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes. She once protected this place, but unfortunately this land and France had betrayed her. Then she said cheerfully, "What a stupid question! Isn't the answer obvious? I just want France to perish. I...but Servants, using political and economic means is too troublesome. Wouldn't it be simpler and more reliable to defeat them physically?"

Joan of Arc could not agree with this and retorted excitedly: "What a foolish act!"

Joan of Arc Alter said lightly, "Foolish behavior? We are the fools, Joan of Arc. Why do you want to save this country? Why do you want to save these foolish people?"

At this point, Joan of Arc Alter recalled the scene of her burning at the stake and said excitedly: "Knowing that they betrayed you and spit on your existence!"

Joan of Arc continued to refute without hesitation: "That's because..."

Before she could finish her rebuttal, Joan of Arc Alter interrupted her and said with hatred on her face: "I will no longer be deceived, nor will I allow betrayal. Besides, I can't hear the Lord's voice at all."