Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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"Yes, it seems to be a magic trick that Director Olga Marie taught to my senior... But... how should I put it, Leonardo da Vinci, quickly hide behind me!"

Having witnessed firsthand the power of humanity's protection of the celestial sphere, Mash was well aware of it.

However, it's not so clear... this time it's Jeanne Alter.

"Damn it, a new move?! How could this be... how could they have developed a new skill so soon?"

She still thought Fujimaru Ritsuka's full power was a fabricated Chaldea, but...

Black Jeanne looked at the sky with a somewhat blank expression.

A huge fireball fell from the sky. Although it was far smaller than the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs 6500 million years ago, it was still enough to make people feel a sense of despair and helplessness.

""

"Um, I admit my tone was a bit harsh just now... Could you please not use that kind of thing?"

Feeling the intense heat emanating from her, Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth and finally swallowed her pride and spoke.

That's kind of funny.

I've used all my ultimate moves, and you're just going to say you don't want them anymore?

This isn't an action that requires consent throughout... and besides, Fujimaru Ritsuka can't stop herself either.

""

"Fine... I'll try to block even a meteorite! Damn it, you bastards, experience my power!"

Jeanne Alter activated her Noble Phantasm.

"This is the roar of my soul, born from hatred!"

"Roar, my wrath!"

No matter what the ending or the final outcome, there has to be a limit to all the nonsense.

A tragic yet brilliant ending.

Perhaps, for Jeanne Alter, this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

The Noble Phantasm was not used against Fujimaru Ritsuka or against the meteorite.

Instead, she learned how Jeanne d'Arc used it, igniting her own spirit origin with her Noble Phantasm.

"Watch closely, my anger will transform into anti-aircraft weapons to destroy falling stars!"

Flames flashed, not from the burning of a Noble Phantasm, but from the burning of Jeanne Alter's Spirit Origin... a blazing radiance like that of the Crimson Witch.

The counterfeit heroes perished because of her, so she must fight back against them.

Perhaps some of those heroic spirits will be angry or even curse her because her character has been altered...

However, it would be pitiful if even those who are cursed don't take them seriously.

“If I go, this spirit base will also disappear.”

Jeanne Alter glanced back at Ritsuka Fujimaru: "But the bond has already been formed, and there should be records of it where you are, right? That's enough."

"Just you wait, you little vampire, I'll shatter your meteorite with all my might—and then I'll make you say it yourself: 'Black Jeanne is amazing... Black Jeanne is so powerful...'"

It rose like a shooting star.

The spirit origin ignites, and flames rise.

"So you still accepted the nickname 'Black Zhen' after all."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pouted and said.

"Forehead..."

Black Jeanne almost fell.

However, this did not affect her awareness; her brilliance and radiance shone brightly and dazzlingly in that instant.

The light generated by burning the spirit origin... this feeling... is far less intense and painful than being burned at the stake. This real feeling makes me feel as if I am truly alive.

"Is it necessary to go this far?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked.

"Of course it's necessary. If you go easy on me, I'll hate you for the rest of my life. Since you've embarrassed me so much this time... you'd better be prepared and take full responsibility!"

Girls' thoughts are really hard to guess.

But this kind of dedication shines brightly, and Fujimaru Ritsuka finds it dazzling in everyday life.

There are some people in this world who can only move forward by being knocked down by failure. If you don't experience failure and only keep winning, you probably will never grow in your life.

Beneath the Milky Way.

The sky is filled with countless twinkling stars.

A witch engulfed in flames collides with a falling meteor.

Everything in sight was illuminated by the flames... Jeanne d'Arc Alter, her spirit origin blasted beyond recognition, fell from the sky.

"A meteorite..."

Despite feeling like her whole body was about to fall apart, Jeanne Alter smiled amidst the flames.

"Next time, I'll have to think of a way to shatter the meteorite..."

Goodbye, little vampire.

"We should see each other again soon."

A fierce wind dispersed the quantum of darkness, and in the gap where shimmering light and darkness met...

The vengeful dragon witch has vanished.

—(The Leonardo da Vinci Workshop and the Souls of Forgeries)—

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Chapter 79 Rome Singularity Epilogue: The Burning Flame of Love - Draco and Venus

——68 AD——

Roman Empire

Do not know why.

Miss Nero Claudius felt unusually agitated.

It's like life gradually disappearing, or you suddenly passing away.

The singularity was repaired... and naturally, His Majesty Nero lost his memories of the singularity and returned to his normal life, transforming from a wise ruler into a tyrant.

Perhaps because she was still affected to some extent, she was not as tyrannical as in history... but... with the passage of time...

Saint Peter died suddenly, and rumors circulated that Simon Peter had been persecuted to death by Emperor Nero.

A fire broke out inexplicably and could not be extinguished no matter what methods were used.

The Senate launched a large-scale purge of the saints, claiming it was on the orders of Emperor Nero.

However, it remains unknown who spread the rumor.

Fresh blood...flowed across the palm of the hand.

I did not do it myself.

They're all dead...

Tyranny, natural disasters, despair, destruction.

Her love, which accompanied all of this, brought immense disaster to the world [Rome].

The country is in complete chaos... What exactly happened? Why did this happen?

Obviously...

She loves Rome!

Nero was pursued by his pursuers, but escaped... Fear and confusion spread through his mind.

Desolation, indifference, and despair eroded her skin.

Tears streamed down her beautiful face, while a burning flame raged within her heart.

However, at this moment, all she had was a dagger.

Nero felt as if his mind was exploding, a despair so intense it was unbearable, a feeling akin to that of a wolf or elephant knowing it was about to die and being separated from its pack.

The girl looked up.

What comes into view is an endless mountain range and an endless sunset.

suicide.

Now, all she can do is commit suicide.

No one could accept her love, no one could bear her love.

wrong...

In this world, at least, there is still one person who loves her... She doesn't know why, but she is so certain of it.

It was a contract that connected to the depths of the soul, a contract made in something that didn't exist but did.

"If I can remember that, everything should be alright."

Nero could only console himself amidst the mountains bathed in the setting sun.

She naively believed that there must be at least one person in the world who loved her, right?

Once you know this, there's nothing to be afraid of...

But...

"I'm so scared, I'm really so scared..."

"Citizens of Rome, your beloved emperor is about to lose his life in this desolate place!"

Is anyone there...?

Hot, pea-sized pearls fell down with a pattering sound.

Is anyone there...?

The answer is, no one.

No one else attended to Nero's funeral.

Her love was so intense, so tyrannical... like a wild beast devouring those around her. She fantasized about someone watching over her in her final moments, about someone being there... even just to see her off.

She wasn't afraid of death...

There may have been fear involved, but more than anything, there was despair and sorrow.

But she had to die.

In a sense, she had reached a point of utter despair where death was not an option... because there was a terrifying monster within her that terrified her even more.

Sunset...

With a tearing pain as his throat was pierced, Nero collapsed into a pool of blood.

Auditory hallucinations...

Nero seemed to hear the voices of his beloved Roman citizens.

Opening his eyes, he realized that there was no one else in the wilderness.

The next day...

He imagined the entire nation... from Britain to Africa, from Spain to Judah... everywhere there were voices calling for His Majesty's wisdom.

But Nero discovered that it was another auditory hallucination.

Day 3...

"I don't want to die..."

Nero, lying on the ground, subconsciously said this.

She had already bled dry, but at least... she didn't want to die alone like this.

The sun has set three times; the beast will fall to the bottom of the border prison.