Not Jeanne, I am Joan of Arc! Gil x M! Reader

Saint V.S Mušmaḫḫū

NOTICE: Fighting; Minimal Injury Description New Notice(I've also said this in the previous chapter): I know Jeanne is the proper French name and pronunciation. Joan is a female name. But in this fanfiction, it is going to be recognized somewhat similar to John, which is a male name. So Joan is treated as a male name in this story. 

"Luminosité Éternelle!!!!!" 

Luminosité Éternelle: God Is Here with Me 

A light illuminated the thin surface of the flag as it unrolled and floated. Just as the beam of mana was about to crash in, Joan released his noble phantasm. The strong attack was indeed hard to block. "Ugh!! This...." Joan was about to give up, he was going to use up all his mana at this point. 'Crap crap crap crap crap!!', he thought. Was this the end? Was he really going to die? He closed his eyes slowly, waiting for the end. However, the male was still standing after a few seconds after the horrible strike, completely unharmed. How was that possible? Well, one can't expect the noble phantasm of any servant to be too weak, can they? Immediately realizing he was not going to die anytime soon, the saint jumped out of the way, dodging two fierce claws. 

Joan rolled up his flag and struck down at the monster's body on the side. The skin of the Mušmaḫḫū crumbled and contracted from the impact. It gave a painful screech before a pile of dust arose as the monster flew back a few feet. Angered, Mušmaḫḫū quickly recovered and jumped at Joan, opening its mouth one more time. This time, it attempted to bite down. Clank! The beast realized its mouth wasn't closing; Joan's flagpole had pierced through the monster's chin,  waiting to give another harsh blow at the beast's eyes. Mušmaḫḫū blocked the incoming lance with one claw, and swiped with its other, aiming for the open spot on Joan's side. It succeeded; Joan was injured. His mana armor dissolved partially, revealing a crimson wound. 

Joan regained his posture with the aid of his flag and stood up shakily. The Mušmaḫḫū had a playful hint in its cold green eyes. It didn't plan on killing Joan in the first place; it planned on toying with the boy and then killing him. He had to escape somehow. Joan had less than fifty percent chance of winning without a stabilized mana source from a ley line. This was the absolutely most painful trip for him as a ruler amongst all the other summonings. The mana originally supposed to be offered by the grail was cut off due to some factor and he had to discover the cause. 

"AHHHH!!!" The black hair attacked, bringing the battle flag down on his opponent, only to find himself quickly pressed back. Joan sensed his mana decreasing at a fast rate, he can barely keep himself at a battle stance. Nevertheless, it was to have a chance to live or just give up and die. The Mušmaḫḫū's tail swung to him with a strong force; it landed on Joan's weak spot, his injured waist. Warm liquid rushed up to his throat, some spilled down his trachea. The saint started coughing out blood. His eyes dimmed while his eyelids started closing. The taste of metal swarmed in the male's mouth. Seeing that its prey had given up, the beast had stopped its continuous attacks. It opened its mouth, preparing to end Joan. The light started gathering in the Mušmaḫḫū's throat and heat even before the actual laser was so intense Joan had to raise his flag one more time and activate half the power of his noble phantasm. "_--_===----____=!!!" It roared for the last time; Joan was done for. 

"In the name of the King of Babylon! 

Draw your arrows for I shall allow it! 

Shameful beasts, witness the power of Uruk, the greatest and richest of all cities in Mesopotamia!! 

The deluge of the land is my will!" 

  "Melammu Dingir!!!!" 

A strong and deep voice rang. Black dots appeared in his vision and he was unable to keep himself standing anymore. Joan, feeling safe and ensured, closed his eyes and fell unconscious. The darkness took his vision. Immediately after he fell soundly asleep, thousands of arrows fell from the north of the sky, glowed and lighted up the sky. They were hope amongst the grief, like shooting stars gliding across the sky. They represented humanity and civilization. The Mušmaḫḫū was ripped into pieces and disappeared under the arrows of Uruk as they flew down all around the unconscious Joan. Piles of golden sand risen from the powerful impacts that covered him.

Far to the north, the king of Uruk sighed, sitting on his throne. He brushed away strangles of hair from his forehead. Mušmaḫḫūs and Bašmus had recently gone quite active throughout Mesopotamia, especially around the desert. He had just ordered his collections of ballistae to be released. This should have killed at least 200 of those monsters. "My King, the total deaths of the creatures have been recorded. 126 of Bašmu and 278 of others. Not defined yet." A soldier, rushing into the throne room had reported. "Very well, this should disband the barrier they have created around the desert." The king sat up straight but immediately slouched after no servants remained in his throne room. Absolutely catastrophic to his mental health. Of course, being a king came with responsibilities one had to hold. Gilgamesh decided it was time for him to take a break after these exhausting works of eliminating monsters were done. "How annoying..." 

A few hours passed away soon as the sky slowly lit up from a deep black to a blue and orange at last. The starry night sky lost its shine, rushed off stage by the golden sunrise. An eye-burning circle appeared amongst the sand like the yolk of an egg. Coughing sounds encored and a figure raised from the sand. Joan awoke only to find particles of gravel in his mouth. He coughed out dust along with the sand of the desert. Joan stood up and patted his armor; looking around, he saw thousands of small craters. The saint recalled which attacked yesterday by a possessed Mušmaḫḫū and almost killed. The boy also remembered arrows from the north until he passed out. Learning his lesson, Joan began his hurried journey towards Uruk again. He wasn't prepared to get killed by another mythical creature. 

Joan with his bloody wound beneath his armor walked under the scorching heat once more. His throat burned and gasped for water while his stomach grumbled and rumbled. He constantly kept his mana in check. It was regaining, although still painfully tiny, the black hair was able to defend himself in an emergency. A black dot appeared in his vision after around 20 more minutes of walking in this horrible condition. Alarmed, Joan held his flag low and laid on the ground. However, the black dot seemed stretched out in a line now that Joan inspected closely. Travelers perhaps? He stood up and rushed towards the line. 

Author's Note:

Hello, my fabulous readers. How's it going? I know Jeanne is supposed to have Rank EX magic resistance but because Joan's connection with the grail was cut off, all his servant stats were slowly lowered by 2-3 ranks. But aye!!! Gilgamesh finally appeared in this story!!! 

Gil: Mongrel!! You dare let the king wait for a chapter!  Also, what a foul description of my noble phantasm!! 

Author: Y-YOU!! 

Gil: Hmph, have anything to say? Filthy MONGREL

Author: If you don't stop that right now, I'll call the evils of humanity, Gudako to perform her magic trick "Tearing 4 and 5 Star Servants by Hand." 

Joan: Well..... Let's all calm down okay? 

Author & Gil: SHUT IT JEANNE MALE VERSION 

Joan: *Weeping in a corner 

Gil: *Apologized for a thousand times and rejected    *Detention with Gudako at Chaldeas

Author: *Suffocated in a pile of rotten tomatoes from Gate of Babylon 

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