Dark Jeanne

...Ugh!

What, on earth? Who knew... Who knew such a thing could happen?

Could someone please pour some water on me. This is bad. It's awful. I think I'm really going to lose it.

It's so funny I might die from laughing!

Take a look Gilles! Look at that pathetic girl! What is she a wimp? A mouse? A worm?

Either way, they're all the same! So puny, I can't even muster any sympathy!

Ah... trulya country that could only cling to "me" ...comparing them to mice is an insult to mice.

Hey, Gilles, don't you think so Oh, I see. We didn't bring Gilles along.

You... Who are you?

I could ask the same of you... Right, as a leader, let me answer that.

I am Jeanne d'Arc. The saint devoted to France... the other "me."

What? That's nonsense. You are no saint. Just as I am no saint.

But, that is already a thing of the past. More importantlyWhy did you attack this town?

...Why, you ask? As the same Jeanne d'Arc, I thought you would understand.

Are you stupid now that your alignment has changed? The reason I attacked this city?

What a foolish question. It's obvious, isn't it?

It is for the sole purpose of destroying France. I am, after all, a Servant.

Politically, economically, these methods take too long. Is it not better to simply physically crush everything?

Such foolishness!

"Such foolishness?" The foolish ones are us, Jeanne d'Arc.

Why did you want to save this country? Why did you want to bring salvation to these people?

All the while knowing that they are the ones who spit on and betrayed us!

That is

I will be fooled no longer. I will be betrayed no longer. I no longer hear the voice of the Lord.

The fact that I cannot hear His voice, means the Lord no longer blesses this country.

So, I will destroy it, in accordance to the Lord's grief. I will cut away all the bad seeds at the roots.

As long as the human race exists, so will my hatred. I will remake this France into a land of the dead.

That's how I will save this country. By the hands of the new Jeanne d'Arc, reborn through death.

I suppose you could never understand. Always playing the saint.

Impossible for a pretty little holy virgin who pretends not to see hatred and joy and is incapable of human growth!

I...

No, what is human growth to Servants? If you're going to call it something, you would rank up as a Heroic Spirit.

There appears to be a noisy fly here. Should I kill it if it's gets too annoying?

Wait, wha-, the console's on fire! That Servant can burn her enemies with just a glare!?

... Are you really "me"?

...I have played my part for you so clearly, yet you still have doubts?

This rage is an ugly justice. It's not that you cannot understand it, you do not even have the will to try.

But, I understand. Seeing you, I have realized all there is to the Heroic Spirit that is myself.

You are neither Ruler nor Jeanne d'Arc. You are nothing but some leftover residue that I threw away.

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If you were the same existence and Class as I, then I should have felt something.

But you are worthless. Nothing but a ghost with a misguided effort to recreate history.

Berserk Lancer, Berserk Assassin. Finish off that country girl.

You're getting tired of small prey, aren't you? Rejoice, they are strong.

Among all the Servants I summoned, your thirst for blood is the strongest.

You exist to crush the brave. Devour them to your heart's content.

Very well. Now, I will have your blood.

Not so fast "my King." I would like to partake of her flesh and blood, as well as her insides.

So greedy. And her soul? Who gets to take her soul?

There is no gain in taking her soul. Do you think honor or reputation can maintain my beauty?

Very well. Then I shall take her soul. It's quite ironic though.

I am able to understand her beauty, only after I have fallen as a blood-sucking devil.

Yes. That is precisely why I cannot hold back my emotions.

I will not forgive anything more beautiful than me. No, more than that

The blood of those more beautiful than me, can only elevate my beauty!

Ah, how fun it is to crush such fresh fruit. I'll throw away the skin and just enjoy the juice

This is the privilege of being a Noble of the Night. I'll squeeze every last drop out of you.

Ugh!

...Master.

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Right!

Jeanne! Get ready, they're coming!

U-Understood!

I can't believe you couldn't finish off a young girl... I wonder if you felt sympathy for her.

Kindness doesn't suit you. It's not very monster-like, Dracul.

Dracul... no way.

Vlad III... Romania's greatest hero. Also known as the Lord Impaler.

Who knew that you'd reveal my True Name in front of others. I'm extremely displeased.

What's wrong? I would rather be remembered by a bad name than not at all.

Besides... I prefer to be called by my True Name. Dread and despair, faintly spiced with hope.

The ones with the best cries are the little squirrels who think "I can escape."

But in the end, you were driven to ruin by the hands of those who actually escaped.

Elisabeth Báthory. Otherwise known as Carmilla. How humorous your tragic end was.

How boring. That's why I don't like your kind. Even as you're damned as a vampire, you still cling to your noble "heart."

You mean to say that I cling to my faith even now?

Stop this instant. I told you that you could devour freely, but do not forget who is friend and foe.

Turn your animosity to those little girls now. Save your petty squabbles for later.

Ah, you misunderstand, Master. Secretly, I idolize Count Vlad as a leader.

That's the first I've heard of it. Comparing idolizing with plotting assassination.

Wow... They're fighting amongst themselves... It's a bad work environment, over there.

Do not let your guard down, Master. They still intend to kill us!

All right, it's my turn. Please don't mistake me for that kind Count Vlad.

Master... Elisabeth Báthory. ...Do you know her?

That's right. Like Vlad III, she was feared as a monster

She believed that bathing in the blood of virgins would keep her youthful. She's said to have murdered hundreds of girls.

She was a Hungarian noble, who was said to have abducted and slaughtered young girls.

She believed bathing in their blood would make her skin youthful again.

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Saints' blood is valuable. No woman would let go of a gem placed before her!

Something doesn't feel right. Was that the reason Count Vlad...

You over there, young lady. Yousmell horrible.

A girl of such tender years, yet so battle-hardened. How contradictory. Who is she?

...A Demi-Servant. An anomaly, a cross between a human and a Servant.

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...That was my mistake. You two are crueler than the others, but that's why you're so playful.

Let the remaining three deal with this girl.

Wait, Carmilla and I can still fight. The saint's blood belongs to us.

As if I would allow mere executioners who know nothing of the radiance of blood, the grandeur of blood, take...

Shut up. Know your place, Vlad III.

No matter how much authority you may have had in life, you're all equals as Servants.

You wanted so badly to suck her blood that you unconsciously held back. You haven't learned a thing.

I hate people like that. Stay out of it this time, okay?

Mash, run! I'll hold her off!

Oh no, is she sending those three after us now? What do we do? Any ideas? Any ideas?

Doctor, please calm down. You're starting to make me panic, too!

B-But this is really bad, right! Okay, where's my email? I need the internet's help!

Off to the internet idol page! Help me Magi☆Mari! Help me Magi☆Mari!

"We're being attacked by three Servants. What should we do?" Okay, sent.

"I guess you'll have to just die and be reborn!☆"

Wow, internet idols are HARSH! She doesn't know how I feel!

Master, I'm going to try and break through.

Stay close!

Ugh!

That should be enough. Just in case, I will make sure to remove your head from your body.

Both of you, please go!

What?

What?

A glassrose?

It's not elegant.

Neither is this city. Neither is that combat style. I don't like your philosophy or principles either.

You're so beautiful, yet you shroud yourself in blood and hatred.

For good or for evil, shouldn't a human try to be more free?

...A Servant?

Yes, that's right. I'm so happy. This is what it means to announce oneself as a hero of justice!

I know who you are. I also know how powerful and terrifying you are.

To be honest, I have to confess that I've never trembled in fear more before anyone else.

Yet stillIf you intend to invade this nation, then I shall face you even if I have to tear apart my dress.

Why? Because...

You are...

Oh my. So you know my True Name. Have we met before, splendid female knight?

Saber. Who is she?

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Answer me.

I can tell who she is, even with this murderous rage burning in my heart. Her beauty is unmistakable.

The girl they called the Flower of Versailles. She isMarie Antoinette.

Queen Marie Antoinette?

That's right! Thank you for saying my name!

And as long as that name exists, I will play my role, no matter how foolish it may be.

You! Dragon Witch who's torching my country. It might be pointless, but I will ask you anyway.

Are you evil enough to perform your wicked deeds in my very presence?

Will you declare yourself a greater fool than I, the queen who failed to stop the revolution?

Silence! You lack the right to participate in this battle.

Oh, and why is that?

You led a life of luxury in a palace, and died without even knowing what happened. Are you saying you can understand our hatred?

Hmm... I suppose I can't. But that just makes me want to know more, Dragon Witch.

...What?

What I don't know, I learn. That's my policy.

That's why I can't bear to look at you like this. Oh, Jeanne d'Arc, beloved saint!

All I know is that you're taking your rage out on the innocent.

And I've not the slightest idea why. Everything's disappearing into a haze, like a girl going for a Sunday walk.

I've no words for you. What I do know is this.

Along with the Jeanne d'Arc over there. I am going to make your heart and body mine!

What?

Uh... huh?

Oh, my. Oh dear, oh dear. Um, don't misunderstand me.

I just meant that as a Queen, I'm going to bring you to your knees.

...It's falling apart... My image of Marie Antoinette is falling apart...

Enough of this farce. Very well then, you are my enemy.

Servants, first take care of that annoying princess! Then the others!

We survived somehow. So did she!

Gasp...gasp...gasp...

Damn, so irritating!

Yes, that's right. This is a battlefield, after all. That's enough talk.

You're the enemy of the world, aren't you? So first We must appease the souls of all those you murdered.

Thank you for waiting, Amadeus. Crush them like bugs!

Leave it to me! Noble Phantasm, "Requiem for Death."

One more! Oh, but what a glorious, evil sound!

Ugh, such pressure!

Damn!

Now then, good day everyone. Au revoir!

...Hmph. Rider!

...What is it?

Go after them. Surely you can catch them on your "horse."

There's no need to fight.

Just tell me where they are, and I'll crush them.

...Understood. I assure you I'll catch them.

Ahh, that awful noise is gone... What a shame.

I wonder if I can make that Servant my pet. I'd stick his head on a phonograph and have him scream all night.

...Ruler. Do you think Rider alone is enough to handle them?

It will be fine. Rider's Noble Phantasm is perfect for destroying them.

...But you're right, I should be careful. I'll return and prepare to summon additional Servants.

Go ahead and cause as much trouble as you like. If you're lucky enough to find them, slay them.

You're not going to be beaten by an queen who never left her castle, are you?

How harsh. I stayed in a castle too.

But...Heh. My talents are a match for any of the others.

Saber, Lancer. The next time we fight, will you let me handle the enemy Rider?

May I ask why?

She is the person I wish to slaughter most in this world. It will be that woman Marie who kneels before me.

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Oh, Saber. Is there something you'd like to add?

You're right. There's no point in me worrying about your sense of inferiority towards her.

What did you say?

...Stop. I don't care. It doesn't matter who beats who, the result doesn't change.

I leave this in your hands. Don't get too out of control.

Even Anti-Heroes have their dignity. Make sure you don't become mere murderers.

...She flew off, huh? "Dragon Witch" is certainly the right word for her.

The woman we just faced was the real Jeanne d'Arc, wasn't she?

What of it? Ours isn't a fake either.

And we are Servants, in search of blood. Though you may not be, even in this state...

Chevalier d'Eon. The noble dragoon.

...I will obey my Master. If she wishes to end the world, I will help her.

And I too, am under Madness Enhancement. Do not anger me.

Heh. My apologies.

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It's hard not to feel pity. The Queen they respected, who sent them a dress, is now her enemy.

But that is the fate of a Servant. That is the nature of the Holy Grail War.

Lancer, let's go. We must search the next city.

We are vampires, who must drink the blood of the living. Finding our next meal is a matter of life and death.

...Indeed, none of these meals are satisfactory. But I'll take what I can get.