A single man standing on the execution platform silenced hundreds below.
This was the awe the Red Specter had carved through countless battles!
Like a ghost haunting the battlefield, freely hunting enemy after enemy.
Whether soldier or general, none stood the slightest chance of survival before him!
-[This is the Nameless Heroic Spirit?!]
-[If you don't believe it, neither do I! Clearly nameless, yet more renowned than the famous!]
-[Domineering! Absolutely... overwhelming!]
-[So how could such an overwhelmingly dominant Nameless Heroic Spirit leave behind no historical records?]
...
"How truly romantic! Saint, hurry and accept his offer to elope with him!"
Roya couldn't help biting her lips, her small face flushed with excitement.
A strong, domineering man was what made girls feel safest.
In contrast, the otaku at home always looked lazy and half-asleep.
It made her worry—if they encountered thugs, would she have to protect him instead?
However.
Under the gaze of everyone below, watched by countless spectators.
The saint gently shook her head.
"I will no longer be deceived, nor will I allow betrayal again. Since I can no longer hear the voice of the Lord, it means He has lost faith in this nation!"
Jeanne d'Arc's face, which should have been filled with despair, instead gazed tenderly at the other. "Nameless, you've done nothing wrong! Let me bear this burden—let my death awaken the ignorant masses!"
At that moment, the once sacred and imposing saint revealed an innocent, childlike smile.
So heartbreakingly adorable.
The nameless Heroic Spirit reached out and gently stroked her golden hair, smiling just as tenderly. "Jeanne, you've done enough. After becoming a Heroic Spirit, live the life you truly want."
Boom—
At that instant, flames erupted violently, and the ignorant crowd erupted into frenzied cheers.
"No! I don't want you to die with me! Nameless, please—live on!" Tears welled in Jeanne's eyes as she desperately tried to push him away.
But the man grasped her hand, his expression filled with regret. "Forgive me. It's time for my grand exit too."
The flames crackled like demons from hell, greedily consuming them both.
The cheers of the ignorant crowd transformed into the most horrifying depiction of hell, chilling to behold.
The nameless Heroic Spirit's body dissolved into countless motes of light, slowly fading away.
This miraculous sight left the cheering masses stunned, one by one.
No—
Not just the nameless Heroic Spirit. Something miraculous happened to the saint as well.
Breaking free from her restraints amidst the inferno, she sliced open her palm.
Then she knelt, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes in prayer.
A devout, ethereal voice echoed throughout heaven and earth—
"My end is here, my fate is here, my life is here!"
"With the last thing I possess, may I protect his footsteps!"
"O Lord, I entrust this body to Your will—"
"Beyond despair, hope shall surely dawn!!!"
Boom!
After her chant, her entire body transformed into a human torch, blazing fiercely.
The flames spread in all directions, instantly engulfing and vaporizing the invading enemies.
Countless people fell to their knees in reverence.
At this moment, they finally realized—she truly had been guided by the Lord.
She was no so-called evil witch.
But it was too late. They had personally sent the saint to the stake.
They had personally killed the saint!
Countless white doves circled above the pyre, their cries merging into a devout hymn.
Then, within the flames, the saint's golden hair suddenly turned silver-gray.
Her azure-blue eyes transformed into cold, emotionless amber gold.
With an icy gaze, she watched the crowd as her figure dissolved into motes of light, slowly fading away.
The Saint of Light had perished—the Avenging Witch had descended!
[Video playback ended. Thank you for watching!]
[This was but an ordinary episode from the life of a Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next video!]
"That's it???"
Roya stared blankly at the black screen.
Wasn't this supposed to be a retrospective of the unnamed heroic spirit's life?
Then—
She noticed a "Follow" button had appeared on the video.
The uploader, [Alaya], had turned this into a series.
The first episode, titled [Avenging Witch], fit the content perfectly.
Unfortunately, there was no release date for the next episode!
The comments section had already exploded—
-[The two of them, amidst the cheers of countless ignorant people, perished together in the flames—how utterly romantic!]
-[Crying like a dog. She could have lived, but she chose to die for the sake of awakening the people!]
-[Ahhh, please update soon!]
-[Damn, is this the reason why Jeanne d'Arc, the Catholic saint from history, descended into the world only to become the Dark Saint?]
-[Now we just have to wait for France's reaction. I wonder how Her Majesty the Emperor will respond…]
...
"Damn cliffhanger!"
In just a few minutes of edited footage, Roya had experienced a rollercoaster of emotions.
She had to admit—the entire video felt like real footage, with no trace of green-screen fakery!
Just then.
A little girl in a purple dress approached, tilting her head in concern. "Huh? Roya, why are you crying?"
Her ruby-red eyes sparkled, and her silvery-white hair cascaded elegantly.
With delicate, doll-like features, she was adored for her exceptional magical talent and was one of the most popular students in school.
"I'm fine, Illya."
Only then did Roya realize tears had been streaming down her face.
Then—
She looked at the white-haired girl before her and suddenly grinned mischievously.
In a tone like the Big Bad Wolf luring Little Red Riding Hood, she said, "Illya, I found a documentary about France's Emperor, Jeanne d'Arc!"
"Eh? Jeanne d'Arc? Really?"
Illya's eyes widened with excitement, shimmering with curiosity.
Under Roya's influence, she had also grown quite fond of the domineering and majestic Emperor of France.
"Of course, the real Jeanne d'Arc!"
Roya patted her flat chest confidently.
And so.
Under her coaxing, the two of them secretly watched the video together during class.
When Jeanne d'Arc faced danger, Illya's eyes reddened slightly, tears welling up in their corners.
Roya quickly comforted her, finally feeling a bit of satisfaction.
As expected, this is how you should recommend things to others!
Come and enjoy the "healing" together!
At the same time.
Souma walked through the campus, hearing everyone around him discussing that clickbait video—
"That nameless heroic spirit was so cool!"
"So dashing, descending to save you in times of crisis—the quintessential knight rescuing the princess!"
"Sigh, France truly didn't deserve Jeanne d'Arc's gratitude. The saint gave everything to save them, only to be betrayed!"
"I finally understand why Her Majesty Jeanne is so domineering—it's purely to vent her anger!"
"..."
???
Souma felt a bit strange. Why was everyone on the street talking about it? Wasn't that just a clickbait video?
He pulled out his phone and opened the app while walking.
When he saw the uploader was [Alaya], his breathing instantly became ragged.
It was this bastard who made him work overtime 24/7, rushing between sets to safeguard human order!
"No, no, this can't be. How could that guy post a video?"
Souma took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he clicked on the video.
When he saw the young saint in danger and a red-caped figure suddenly appearing, his heart nearly stopped.
Because that nameless heroic spirit in the red cape was him!
The slightly shorter height was because he still had room to grow!
Cold sweat broke out on Souma's forehead as he faintly heard a voice—
"Master, you can't rest yet~"
Damn it!
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