[At last, my comrades have arrived.]
[I am your Master, Jeanne Alter!]
[Destruction and slaughter... these are my commands to you.]
[If you see a vibrant street, raze it.]
[If you find a thriving village, ravage it.]
[No matter how wicked, no matter how cruel.]
[The divine will forgive, won't it?]
[Even if divine punishment falls upon us, so be it.]
[For that is proof of the divine's existence and its love for humanity!]
…
This was no ordinary summoning of heroic spirits.
Fueled by the witch's fury, the summoned spirits were cloaked in a faint black mist.
Mad Enhancement.
Whether noble saint or wild god, under this maddening aura, they could no longer maintain their own will, forced to obey Jeanne Alter's commands.
... Except for Alaric.
"No effect?"
"Relax, it's just a little girl's anger. Compared to the curses of all Britannia, this level of Mad Enhancement is nothing."
The shrunken white dragon and Artoria, clad in full metal armor that concealed even her face, whispered about the situation.
They... more precisely, "she"... were summoned as a Saber due to her affinity with "dragon." becoming one of the six enforcers under Jeanne Alter.
"What's with this girl? I feel like we really don't get along!"
Artoria frowned, watching Jeanne Alter's defiant figure.
This "bad chemistry" wasn't dislike but an innate clash, like a feral cat meeting a stray dog... rarely crossing paths, but when they did, it was a needle-sharp confrontation.
"Hm… if it's not due to her inversion, then perhaps it's because she once fought British invaders?"
"And you were once the King of Britannia."
"What? British? Invaders?"
"Yeah, but don't worry... the British of this era aren't Celts anymore. The Anglo-Saxons are the dominant group now."
"!!!"
Artoria's eyes widened at this shocking revelation.
A fierce killing intent radiated from her... the same intent forged through over a dozen battles to repel foreign invaders, turning the island into a sea of blood to drive out the Saxons.
She had once believed she succeeded.
But who could have imagined? After her departure, the Saxons returned, even seizing the island outright!
And those wretched Saxons, after taking her land, launched vile invasions elsewhere!
"Then I'll crusade against them!"
A blazing resolve surged within Artoria, her "invincible" Aura catching the attention of the Dragon Witch, born of vengeance.
... Slaughtering defenseless civilians and destroying thriving towns? The noble King of Knights could never stoop to that.
... But facing those shameful Anglo-Saxon brigands in open combat? She'd show them what a foreign-slaying machine looked like.
"Wow, impressive spirit."
"I like it!"
Jeanne Alter nodded approvingly at the suddenly fervent dragon knight.
Perfect.
This was exactly what she wanted.
…
The Dragon Witch issued her commands.
She also granted the summoned spirits basic "control" Authority.
Wyverns... creatures summoned to this land by the Dragon Witch's banner... became "soldiers" for the spirits to wield, aiding them in swiftly clearing the world's "obstacles."
Artoria refused the wyverns' aid.
Or rather, Alaric refused to associate with these lesser beings... mere lizards with the appearance of dragons but none of their essence.
"Let's find a chance to take them out."
"And there's a bigger one... take it down too if we get the opportunity."
"Just thinking about breathing the same air as these dragons makes me sick…"
Alaric whispered to Artoria.
Perhaps dragons were inherently arrogant... disdaining inferior dragonkin and harboring deeper hostility toward those of similar stature.
"What about the civilians?"
"We need to find a way to protect them!"
Artoria, meanwhile, fretted over another matter.
Ever the noble knight, even in this situation, she worried for the safety of the innocent.
"If it bothers you that much, we could just take out Jeanne Alter directly."
"Though she's our Master, her Command Seals have no effect on me... "
Alaric said casually.
Having left the "hellish" Britannia, everything seemed simpler now.
The Dragon Witch, Jeanne Alter... impressive titles, but in raw power, she likely couldn't match a single spear throw from Scáthach; her threat to the world paled compared to the despair and curses resisting the tides of time.
The only concern was the dragon Fafnir, summoned alongside Jeanne Alter, but Alaric was confident he could defeat it. In fact, he'd come to this era precisely to do so!
"We could end this trouble right now."
"If you want."
Alaric offered the simplest, most brutal, yet effective solution.
Artoria considered the proposal seriously... but ultimately shook her head, rejecting the "solve it with violence" plan.
"No."
"That might fix things here… but it won't address the root of the problem."
Artoria gazed at the dark figure riding a wyvern into the distance. Her eyes carried the pity that comes with knowing the truth.
"She too deserves salvation."
"We need to find a way… to free her from this abyss of hatred."
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