Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [99]

On the battlefield.

Facing five ferocious Servants, Jeanne Alter showed not the slightest trace of fear.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, she raised her cursed banner and charged straight toward the enemy lines.

—At this point, what more was there to say?

To her, this battle was inevitable, and victory was absolutely necessary. Only by surviving this fight would she finally earn the right to truly exist in this world.

As for how exactly she'd win… she neither knew nor had the time to figure it out.

“Just fight till the end!”

Roaring with fury, Jeanne Alter plunged into the sea of blades and flashing swords.

Frankly, it wasn't a wise choice.

But she had no other choice left.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I really don't want to die.

She held neither the noble ideals of sacrificing herself for her country nor the kindness to give her life for ordinary people.

At this moment, she fought purely for herself, for her own life.

I want to live.

I must survive!

That little dragon is still waiting for me to grill meat… I have to live!

Blades flashed and swords danced wildly around her. The enemies showed no mercy whatsoever; every strike ruthlessly targeted her weakest points. But Jeanne Alter, driven by astonishing willpower, narrowly dodged each fatal blow.

—The cost? More wounds appeared on her body.

“Hah—”

“Hah—”

“Hah—”

Finally breaking free from the enemy formation, Jeanne Alter leaned heavily on her banner’s pole, gasping desperately for breath.

Barely one minute of fighting felt as long as a lifetime to her.

Her armor lay torn, exposing bloody wounds that rapidly healed under the influence of magical energy, returning to their original state in the blink of an eye.

Bad news: She was getting severely beaten up.

Good news: She was incredibly durable.

The pseudo-Holy Grail implanted within her body by the Demon God King provided an endless stream of magical energy. In theory, as long as her will remained unbroken, she could fight indefinitely.

But that was all—merely surviving.

Victory was completely beyond reach. The enemy’s blades were sharp, and their determination to crush her was relentless.

Yet worse still, Jeanne Alter overheard a piece of infuriating news from that traitorous ahoge king’s mouth:

“It seems she has no intention of letting us kill her so easily.”

“No choice then. Let's unleash the Noble Phantasm.”

The wise king raised her head, looking beyond the Witch who was desperately holding on, toward the distant city.

“A city painted entirely white…”

She murmured nostalgically about the familiar color, briefly feeling as though she was once again fighting beneath the walls of Camelot.

—But this wasn't Camelot.

That pure white was merely a false facade. The true foundation of that city standing tall on this land was evil—a blackness that could never be erased.

An undead city that should never exist in this world—this was Artoria's judgment of the city.

For a place like this, Artoria Pendragon, who had always fought for the living, would never hesitate to raise her holy sword, burning away all evil with the power of the sun itself.

“You traitor! How dare you—!”

Following Artoria’s gaze, Jeanne Alter’s eyes widened in horror.

In the next moment, she lunged like a mad beast toward Artoria, desperately attempting to stop her attack—

—only to be knocked flying by Martha, who had anticipated her move.

"This sword is a replica of the sun."
"Its flame shall cleanse all the impurity of this world—”

The chant resounded clearly across the battlefield. Artoria grasped the blazing pillar of sunlight and swung it decisively toward the city.

“Wait—she’s actually attacking?!”

“Seriously, Ahoge Girl, you're really playing dirty now!”

Standing inside the city, Bluey and the others were naturally within range of the massive attack.

“Senpai, watch out!”

In that critical moment, Mash quickly raised her snowflake-patterned shield, absolute defensive power radiating outward, protecting Fujimaru Ritsuka and their allies. But it wasn’t enough—her shield couldn't cover the entire city.

“I won’t let you succeed!!!”

At this crucial juncture, Jeanne Alter ignited the flames within her.

These flames, originally meant for self-destruction or dragging her enemies down with her, were now unleashed to protect the city.

A city containing all her dreams, the proof she'd once existed in this world!

“How could I possibly let you have your way!!!”

The flames of the sun collided violently with the flames of rage in mid-air. The two distinct types of fire furiously devoured each other, each seeking to dominate and consume, yet remained sharply divided, neither overcoming the other.

“Haa—”

One minute later, both sets of flames finally dissipated.

Drained of strength, Jeanne Alter collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. She stared up at the sky, a victorious smile spreading across her face.

She had done it!

She’d successfully protected the city.

She had won!

—or at least, that’s what she desperately hoped.

But was that truly the case?

“Oh? You actually managed to block my strike.”

The king still stood firmly on the battlefield.

Her voice rang out coldly, completely devoid of emotion.

“I must admit, you’ve done well.”

“But…what about the second strike?”

“!!!”

…

This utterly defied common sense.

No ordinary Servant could possibly unleash their Noble Phantasm twice in such rapid succession.

—If Jeanne Alter's mind had still been clear, she would have realized something was seriously wrong.

Unfortunately, she no longer had the luxury to think clearly.

“You damned bastard!!!”

Facing the impending second wave of solar flames, and lacking the mana to release her Noble Phantasm again, Jeanne Alter made a split-second decision—shielding the city with her own body.

Even she found her choice unbelievable.

Honestly…since when would I do something this stupid?

As the flames approached, Jeanne Alter was suddenly reminded of the moment of the Saint’s martyrdom.

—Ah…so this was how she felt back then.

—No resentment, no hatred.

—Only blessings for humanity, praying they'd survive safely in a world she could no longer protect, untouched by war.

“This really is—”

“—so damn disgusting…”

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