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"That's right! Jeanne, come here quickly!"

"It's all over, let's go back together!"

Seeing this, the others hurriedly asked Joan of Arc to leave with them immediately.

With the power of the magical girl...it's still okay to leave!

But something unexpected happened.

Joan of Arc just stood there quietly, looking at the British soldiers seriously.

"Please catch me."

She had just finished saying this.

Isabella's daughter was stunned for a moment.

"I'm the person you hate the most, right?"

"It doesn't matter how I'm treated, but it's another story for other people."

Her words immediately caused confusion among her companions.

"Joan of Arc?!"

Now is a good opportunity to leave!

Why would we surrender to these British troops?

"sorry."

"But it seems I've reached the end of this."

Joan of Arc turned her head to look at her companions, a look of apology on her face.

The picture of the next second.

All the companions were surprised.

The Seed of Sorrow in her hand was placed close to the Soul Gem on her chest, but it did not react at all to the pitch-black Soul Gem.

Even... purification is no longer possible!

"Knew it."

"Jean-Arc has already stepped far beyond the path of a magical girl."

"Her soul gem has already reached its limit."

"It's no exaggeration to call it the Seed of Sorrow, so using other kinds of sorrow to purify the room won't be effective..."

The Incubator looked at this scene and thought silently in his heart.

It's just because of her companions' wishes that she hasn't turned into a witch yet.

But even though the battle was won...this miraculous power no longer exists.

If you continue to fight.

No...even if you use magic power, you will instantly become a witch.

At this time, one of them also understood the current situation.

"If... the witch born from Jeanne's overpowering karma were to spread the curse, it would probably affect the European continent."

"It will bring about a catastrophe that will last for hundreds of years."

"From there, new witches of all kinds will be born to ravage the land."

"This will be... another kind of dark age."

Hear what the man said.

Jeanne shook her head seriously.

"I will never allow such a thing to happen."

She smiled gently and turned to look at the British soldiers in front of her.

"As you heard, please catch me. In exchange, please don't attack anyone else."

"It doesn't matter how I'm treated."

Isabella's daughter put her hands on her cheeks and laughed a maniacal laugh.

There was murderous intent and hatred surging in her eyes.

"Ah ...

"At least I can still...at least I can still kill you with my own hands! Are you still expecting to be thrown into prison again?"

"That's such a pity!"

She walked in front of Jeanne and roared like a roar.

"You will have only one way to end it... I will soon inflict the most cruel punishment upon you!"

"Your body will burn in the flames of hell until it turns to ashes!"

"Stained with pain and infamy...die just like that!"

Next.

Scenes and sentences flashed by in the live broadcast room.

[then]

[The Saint returned to Rouen and was found guilty]

[A person who once repented]

[Punishment for those who intend to commit heresy again]

[He was executed by burning at the stake]

[Some people inherited the will of the Saint and won great glory]

[Some people, because of their longing for the Saint, encountered many difficulties and obstacles in their lives]

3.5 [Countless people with various ideas]

[Facing the Saint's Ending]

.....

Let the picture pause again and play.

The audiences from countless dimensions and worlds only saw the platform piled with wooden blocks.

The crowd surrounded them.

After having her head shaved, Joan of Arc clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked at the blue sky devoutly.

The fire beneath that has been officially lit.

The blazing flames swept across.

In the distance...her former companions tried to rescue her.

But I saw it.

Joan of Arc shook her head and spoke softly.

"No, if I continue like this, I don't know what kind of disaster I will bring to the world. I will be able to survive as a human... as a magical girl."

"This is the only way to end this life."

"I once had a dream."

"Our battle has come to an end, and God has allowed me to leave the battlefield."

"Then I became an ordinary girl again, herding sheep with my sisters and brothers, and living an ordinary life with my parents."

“Back to the old village.”

"In my dream, all my family and friends came to greet me with smiles on their faces."

"So - I have to accept my fate like this."

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"Even if it means self-sacrifice, I must eliminate the possibility of becoming a witch."

"It's so hard to understand. This must be the most painful ending for her. If she had accepted her fate, she wouldn't have to suffer until the end."

A hatcher with a cute cat-like appearance.

Standing behind the crowd,

It gazed at the flames in the distance and spoke calmly.

Although its mouth was not open.

But the sound was transmitted directly to the ears of the person next to him through telepathy.

"Despite this, you still didn't stop Jeanne's determination."

"If she becomes a witch, wouldn't that be just what you want?"

"I wonder what kind of wind is blowing today?"

A calm female voice asked calmly from the side.

For the incubator who is responsible for recycling energy, if Jeanne dries up like this and doesn't become a witch, that wouldn't go against their wishes, right?

And because Joan of Arc has amazing causality.

Therefore, once transformed into a witch, the amount of energy recovered must be astonishing!

“There’s no deep meaning.”

"Joan of Arc has done a great job so far."

"She defeated Isabella, just as I wished."

After Qiubi finished speaking.

He turned his gaze to the girl beside him.

"So in exchange, I respected her wishes."

"From your human perspective, can this be considered a return gift of gratitude?"

The girl spoke calmly after hearing the incubator's reply.

"That should be called [prayer]."

"Something to be thankful for, something to be loved, something to be feared."