"Whoosh!"
Amidst the crisp sound of breaking through the air, the huge eagle streaked across the sky above the tunnel, leaving only the whistling wind and cyclone behind. It was incomparably fast.
"Fou!"
Fou stood at the forefront of the eagle's back, its two small forelimbs clung tightly to the eagle's back, bathed in the strong wind, and its whole body seemed to be blown away.
Rozen and Jeanne were also tightly lying on the eagle's back, trying not to be blown away by the strong wind, so that the eagle could exert its maximum speed.
The huge eagle flew through the passage and came to the hall outside.
"Huff … huff … huff …"
In the hall, the dragon was still napping, letting its body move up and down slightly. No one knew how deep its sleep was. Even though Jeanne Alter and Jeanne Alter were fighting, and the huge eagle flew across the hall, it still showed no signs of waking up.
Rozen, who was mentally prepared for the dragon to wake up, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, but then he became suspicious again.
"Although it's a good thing, isn't it too abnormal for the dragon to not wake up?"
Although in various legends, dragons originally had various characteristics such as sleepiness, wealth, violence, and even wisdom, but if the dragon couldn't wake up in such a chaotic situation, was it necessary for Dragon Witch to summon such a dragon to guard the hall?
When Rozen was puzzled, Jeanne on the side said as if she saw through what he was thinking.
"It has been hypnotized. As long as the magic is not solved, it will be difficult to wake up."
No wonder.
Jeanne should have hypnotized the dragon in order to successfully sneak into Jeanne Alter's bedroom, right?
It was just …
"So, you also know magic?"
Rozen was somewhat surprised.
After all, he had never heard of France's saintess who could use magic.
If it was the church's secret instrument or something like that, it would be a different story, but Jeanne should have rarely touched the mystery of the magician, right?
Could it be …
Just when Rozen had a guess in his mind, the eagle had already passed through the hall and rushed outside the castle.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
At this moment, a dragon's roar sounded.
That wasn't the voice of the giant dragon in the hall, but the voice of the wyvern.
One by one, the wyverns began to fly over, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they pounced in the direction of the eagle that was preparing to escape.
"How annoying!"
When Rozen raised his hand and was about to do something, Jeanne on the side took the lead to move.
"Hah!"
Jeanne raised the holy flag and placed it in front of her.
"My Lord Is Here, Luminosite
Eternelle! "
Jeanne released her noble phantasm again.
Clang!
A hazy golden light blossomed from the fluttering flag, enveloping the flying eagle as well as the two people and one beast on its back.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
One by one, the Wyverns that were pouncing towards him were bounced off by the hazy golden light as if they had hit a solid wall.
"Uh …"
Jeanne let out a muffled groan and forced herself to speak.
"Please … Please hurry up! I can't hold it for long! "
It seemed that in the battle with Jeanne Alter, Jeanne's noble phantasm had accumulated too much damage, and now it was quite difficult to block the wyverns.
Rozen didn't say anything, he just injected his magical power into the tamed monster under him, making the tamed monster's speed increase again, like an arrow leaving the bow, he rushed out of the castle.
In the process, all the wyverns that were pouncing on him were bounced off by Jeanne's noble phantasm, and none of them touched the flying eagle.
The eagle flew out of the castle unimpeded and arrived at the square where the battle had taken place.
"— —!"
Just as he flew out of the castle, Rozen's face suddenly changed.
"Stop!"
Accompanied by Rozen's shout, the flying eagle suddenly stopped in mid-air.
This surprised Jeanne, who was maintaining the effect of her noble phantasm.
"What …"
Jeanne, who wanted to ask what was going on, seemed to have noticed something, she closed her mouth, turned her head, and looked forward.
There, a foreign creature broke into this world.
"I didn't expect … I really didn't expect …"
Amidst the sounds of laughter, crying, being moved, and hateful, a Servant wearing a loose robe and holding a grimoire appeared in the square.
He wasn't standing on a wyvern, nor was he like Jeanne Alter, leading a group of dragons, but he wasn't alone.
"Guru …"
"Guru …"
In a series of disgusting and sticky sounds, sea monsters crawled out of the ground like they were crawling out of the sewers, and they came to the side of the summoner.
The servant holding the magic book led such a sea monster army, standing on a relatively large sea monster. As the sea monster gradually got up, it rose into the air, blocking in front of Rozen and Jeanne.
"You are …!?"
Seeing the servant, Jeanne's face changed.
She became surprised and sad.
Rozen didn't notice that, but he recognized the identity of the other party.
"Caster …!"
Who else could it be other than Caster?
However, Caster didn't pay attention to Rozen at all, and his eyes only stopped on Jeanne.
"Ah … Jeanne d 'Arc … the saintess I've been waiting for …
Caster was moved by this moment from the bottom of his heart, while trembling, he spat out delirious words.
"You are still as brilliant as before, and you are as sacred as before. I really didn't expect that I could meet you in this situation. Is this the curse of God? How hateful ah ah ah ah ah ah! "
Caster held his head, from being moved to hatred, he screamed crazily.
That appearance, it was hard to believe that the other party was actually a magician, more like a berserker.
Indeed, Rozen didn't feel much demonic aura from the other party.
However, from the magic book in Caster's hand, Rozen noticed amazing magic.
It was a magic book that seemed to be made of human skin, with a face that was screaming in pain on the skin.
"A magic book that can summon sea monsters …"
Rozen seemed to understand the identity of the other party, and his eyes showed a look of astonishment and silence.
Jeanne looked at Caster who seemed to be in a frenzy, as if she was looking at her own sin, and she called the other party's name painfully.
"Gil …"
Gil? Jeanne? Rem.
The most trusted friends and subordinates of the saintess were her companions.
Caster was Gil? Jeanne? Rem.
Wasn't it Gil who was still leading the French Army? Jeanne? Rem had died a long time ago and became a spirit. Like Jeanne, she was summoned to the era and country where she lived. The servant that appeared in this singularity, the enemy of Caster, Gil? Jeanne? Rem.
"Oh … Oh … Oh …!"
Caster was so moved that he shed tears and stretched out his hand in the direction of Jeanne.
"Saintess … my saintess … as long as you are willing to call my name … no matter when … I will …!"
Caster was talking to himself.
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