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By the end of the performance, it had turned into a clumsy confession drama.

This is beyond the scope of the tragedy of the work.

Shakespeare became numb from the initial surprise to the misery described by Weston again and again, and his eyes couldn't believe it.

How could there be such a person! ?

Sir Shiro's kind of saint who 'accepted everything' may also be explained, because that saint has given up his feelings and given everything to the desire to save all mankind.

But this Juggernaut, absolutely not.

Why... not just belief, fear, and anger, but a complete body of many emotions.

These emotions feed back into the hands of the personality that presents multiple existing emotions.Why is he crazy, he is collapsing, but every time it ends, he becomes the original person again.

Just like the RPG he played not long ago, he walked to too many trap areas and died, and then immediately loaded the file and restarted.

This is simply impossible to happen.It can be done in the game, but in reality, with his treasure, it is a completely real experience.

[Nostalgia for the past], [Looking forward to the future but feeling afraid], [Coldness to abandon everything], [Sage mentality to accept everything] did not affect his essence.

The script under the quartet actually failed to make the other party accept the torture of the soul.

What is this obsession with a certain thing, a certain essence...

Chapter 220 "The Most Fearful Thing" (Gageng)

On the other side of the world, Joan of Arc also accepted a peaceful daily life until the arrival of the kingdom's soldiers.

The village in the long memory, the villagers, and the gentle motherhood with their arms around them.

"Do you have to go?" The woman unconsciously showed reluctance.

"Yes, Mom." Joan looked at her complicatedly and said.He separated from her when he was 17 years old, and never saw her again until his death.Although I have made such an awakening a long time ago, if I say it again now, I will inevitably feel guilty again.

"anyway……"

"Yes, I have to go." As if it was a matter of course, the words just blurted out.That's right, this was the same conversation as before, the conversation he had with his mother when he was about to leave Domremy Village.

"I can't turn a deaf ear to the Lord's sigh. Maybe we will never see each other again after this farewell. Please watch over me. As long as you and the Holy Mother watch over me, I will not be defeated." Joan of Arc said in her heart Sighing, even though she knew that this moment was an illusion, she couldn't help being immersed in such emotions.

She really wanted to recall this kind face again, even though it had already been in her mind, but she still...wanted to take another look.

"I will pray, and may the light always light your way."

Joan smiled from the bottom of her heart, looking at her mother in front of her.Same as words in memory.That's right, after keeping these words in my heart, I set off from the village——that's how it should have been.However, this time my mother continued to talk: "...but, you didn't come back."

"Mom?" Jeanne's body froze.Because it was Caster's hallucination, so the picture in the memory has also been tampered with?

But... that's not necessarily the case, is it?

Her mother just shook her head in distress.Her expression was not malicious, but full of sadness.

"Why did you have to be burned at the stake, and you have been mocked all those years after that."

"This..." Joan was speechless.

"Your will is made of fire and steel. No matter what kind of hardship and despair you encounter, your faith will never die. But... I just feel very sad."

The determination in Joan's eyes also revealed a sad look.

It would be great if he could accuse the other party of being a counterfeit. Even though it was indeed a counterfeit made by Caster, Joan of Arc knew that this was probably the real mood of her mother at that time, right?

She is a great mother who respected her decision at the time.But in that era, how much courage it took to agree to a woman joining the army.

As if for this moment, mother grabbed her hand: "So, don't go! You should know the consequences clearly."

The words for a moment caused Joan to hesitate, but her eyes immediately returned to a firm look: "Mom, even so, I have to go. In order to save this village, and this country. No matter what, I You must stand up too!"

Of course, such an answer did not play any comforting role, her mother just shed tears of sadness.There was also a sharp pain in Joan's heart.

[Sure enough, everyone who can be called the protagonist is like this.You finally raised the Holy Banner, truly worthy of Joan of Arc.Such awareness is not possessed by ordinary heroes! 】When Shakespeare's words came, a surge of anger surged in Joan's heart.

"Even if you borrow my mother's posture, it's useless, Caster. If you are satisfied, please release me immediately!"

[No, no, no, whether it is your story or his story, you must continue to play it until His Excellency Shiro comes out of the Holy Grail. 】

"What?" Joan's expression changed.

[It's good to be able to eliminate you, but if you can't be eliminated, try to drag you here as much as possible.This plan is perfect!Your story has only just begun, Joan of Arc.So, let's move on.Act two, opening! 】

There was a snap of fingers in her ears, Joan of Arc just blinked, and the scene in front of her had already switched.

The smell of dirt, blood, and cannon fodder—

Joan of Arc, now stands on the battlefield!

……

Weston's world.

Shakespeare returned to Weston.

Under his treasure [First Folio], he can freely switch in front of the person who has been recruited.

But even so, the things that this Noble Phantasm is limited to still exist.

For example, the story of opening the second act like Joan of Arc cannot be shown in this difficult man in front of me.Because he doesn't have any knowledge of this man's past, and the five-hundred-word setting is too 'weak' in content.