Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 36

The Witch watched as the ashes from her Phantasm slowly descend.

That's all that remains of Jeanne d'Arc, the Maiden of Orleans, Saint of France.

The Witch slowly reached out, catching the black ash left over from her ability.

What was this before? Something from a melted stone? From scorched armor? Or maybe that was all that was left of the body of the Holy One.

The Witch slowly lowered her hand, watching the black snowflake fall from her hand, twirling in the air, and then slowly raised her face to the ceiling of the throne room. And burst out laughing.

It was a deep, resounding, slightly angry laughter at the very limit of the Witch's lungs. A terrible mixture of a villain's bass laugh and the hysterical laugh of a madman who have reached his desired goal.

The Witch laughed and laughed, feeling how gradually tears came to her, slowly running down her cheeks.

The Witch laughed like the last time in her life, with a howling bass, unable to keep herself on her feet, she fell down, after which, lying on the floor, rolled onto her back and continued to laugh.

So long...

So long...

So long she waited for Jeanne. So long she tried to find her. So passionately she wanted to kill her.

And finally she did it.

Now Jeanne burned. Burned at the stake in the same way as back then. Now she felt the pain of the Witch, the pain of fire, the pain of betrayal, once again left alone, without her friends and allies.

She died.

The Witch's laughter turned into powerless howls, as if the person could no longer laugh, but still could not stop. Tears continued to run down the Witch's cheeks.

The Saint died. Died! Died!

Now she will no longer be tormented by this flame. Her mind will not be poisoned by her words.

She won.

The Witch sobbed several times, and then slowly rose.

"Jeanne!" Came a voice not far from the girl, and she turned her head, preparing for battle, after which she relaxed a little.

It was Gilles.

"Ah, Gilles," she smiled, then slowly rose from her seat, looking at the man. "Why are you in armor?"

Gilles did not answer her, only slowly grabbing his blade, looking at the place where the Witch executed the Jeanne.

"Gilles, since when do you have a blade?" The girl once again looked at him. No, something was wrong, it was not Gilles - he looked similar, but he was dressed in armor, a blade on his belt, no mantle...

The girl's thought was interrupted a second later, when the blade of Gilles de Rais, Saber, entered her stomach.

"Hah?" She stopped for a second, looking at the narrow strip of steel that pierced her through, "Gilles, what are you..."

Gilles did not stop, instead sharply pulling the blade and struck again. This time, the Witch, however, managed to turn up her sword and the silence of the throne room was broken by the clink of blades colliding with each other.

"Witch!" Gilles dealt another blow, immediately blocked by the Witch.

"Who the hell are you?!" The witch used her power to strike, pushing the guy back.

"Gilles de Re, closest associate of Jeanne d'Arc and defender of France," Saber dealt another blow. The Witch was bewildered.

"You're not Gilles!" The witch struck right after these words, "Gilles is my ally!"