[Inside the light screen, Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped forward, looking helplessly at the wreckage on the floor, his tone serious yet tinged with resignation: “But you can’t play the game badly…”}
[Jalter immediately turned her head and glared at him, frowning, her tone somewhat aggressive and unreasonable, her chin slightly raised: “You are too rude!
I am a fair player, you know!
Speaking of which, you are shameless enough to say that in this situation, aren’t you!?
Now it’s Jeanne’s Rule Number Three, and I shall exercise the right to ‘do any three things Jeanne wants, no matter what’!”}
[Santa Alter rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly, a flicker of fighting spirit crossing her eyes, her tone carrying a sense of understanding: “Is there nothing left to say…
it seems we just have to fight it out.”]
[A flash of excitement crossed Jalter’s eyes.
She raised her hand and the flames around her surged, her tone arrogant and brutal: “Just what I wanted!
Pierres, get ready!
Shouldn’t I vent my anger occasionally?”]
[Her cold gaze swept over the trembling Pierres.
A cruel smile curled her lips, and her tone was filled with unconcealed malice: “Give them a good lesson, meticulously and stubbornly, just like the trial you gave me when you were alive!”]
Fujimaru Ritsuka, standing outside the light screen, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
He stepped forward to expose her, his tone laced with confusion: “Wait a minute, Alter, don’t you lack the memories Jeanne had when she was alive?”
Jalter’s cheeks flushed slightly.
She immediately cursed Ritsuka in exasperation, her golden eyes slightly evasive: “Mind your own business, idiot!
Even if I haven’t experienced it, hasn’t that Idiot Country Bumpkin experienced it?
Is there a problem with me tormenting him?”
“Of course not.” Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately waved his hand in response.
“Hmph, that’s good then.” Jalter turned her face away, her tone still tsundere, but lacking the sharpness from before.
[Inside the light screen, Santa Alter looked at Jalter’s awkward demeanor, her eyebrow slightly raised, her tone scrutinizing: “Hmph…
I’ve been bothered by this since a moment ago.
Have you already forgotten your conduct as a saintly maiden?”]
[Jalter chuckled lightly, running her fingers through the hair near her temples, her tone deliberately lazy and mocking, though a hint of awkwardness was hidden in her golden eyes: “Oh, I haven’t forgotten, you know?
This is just for now.
Noble speech would only trouble you, right?
Don’t you understand?
Because you are pitiful, I am cooperating with you, so that a vulgar and crude woman like you can understand!”]
[A flash of amusement crossed Santa Alter’s eyes.
Her tone was teasing and playful, and she deliberately slowed her speech: “That must be tiring.
Thank you for your consideration.
Even I can see your anxiety.
I was also trying hard to match your level just now, constantly suppressing my laughter.”]
[Fujimaru Ritsuka stood between the two, watching their strangely harmonious yet confrontational interaction, and couldn’t help but chuckle, his tone knowing: “In other words, the two Miss Alters get along quite well, don’t you?”]
[Jalter and Santa Alter simultaneously turned and glared at him, their tones equally sharp, their cheeks showing a subtle blush: “You are still so talkative!”]
[Inside the light screen, light and shadow intertwined.
The clanging of weapons and the collision of flames and Holy Light rose and fell.
After a fierce battle, Jalter raised her hand to wipe a faint mark from the corner of her lips, her brow slightly furrowed.
Her tone was dismissive yet contained a hint of certainty, and her posture remained straight: “Hmph, mere undead can only achieve this level anyway.
As expected, the only reliable ones are Gilles and the Wyverns.”]
Outside the light screen, Gilles de Rais from the fourth war world, Gilles de Rais from New Chaldea, and the Saber-class Gilles de Rais from New Chaldea all trembled.
Their eyes instantly became intensely fanatic, their faces showing expressions of obsession, and their whole bodies radiated an indescribable excitement.
They murmured in unison, their voices full of intoxication: “Ah, the corpse feels warm…”
[Jalter stood straight, glancing at the Pierres slumped on the ground nearby, her tone casual and indifferent: “So, what are you going to do?
Do you still want to play?”]
[She slowly turned around, flames swirling around her.
Her tone was self-deprecatingly indifferent, but a hint of loneliness was hidden in her golden eyes: “That’s right.
All I ever do is curse in the depths of the Inferno anyway.
I’ll play with you for as long as you want.”]
[Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at her lonely retreating figure, rubbed his forehead, and sighed helplessly, his tone expressing frustration: “Absolutely no reflection!”]
The Rain God Tenochtitlan stood with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Jalter inside the light screen.
Her eyes held a knowing clarity, and she spoke in a calm tone: “She’s just a child starved of affection, thinking she needs to attract attention even by doing bad things, isn’t she?”
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of agreement: “Mhm, when you put it that way, it’s absolutely right.”
[Jalter, as if her secret thoughts had been exposed, suddenly turned and glared at the two of them, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Her tone carried a hint of flustered rebuttal, and her golden eyes were somewhat evasive: “Wait!
Don’t scrutinize every single word I say!
Is that what I meant?”]
[Santa Alter looked at Jalter’s flustered appearance, shook her head helplessly, and turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka, speaking with a serious tone: “You are right, Ritsuka.
As long as that woman’s spirit refuses to admit defeat, the battle will continue.”]
[She paused, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, her tone containing understanding: “Even if she is defeated, she won’t give up.
We clearly won, yet she keeps stubbornly refusing to admit it.”]
[She crossed her arms, her tone solemn, her eyes full of certainty: “For such a headache of a brat, a particularly strict punishment must be implemented.”]
[Jalter’s heart skipped a beat.
She instinctively took half a step back, frowning, her golden eyes showing alertness and confusion.
Her tone was forcedly calm: “…What do you want?
Do you have a trump card?”]
[Santa Alter curved her lips, a gentle smile flashing in her eyes.
She slowly raised her hand and took out an item from the bag beside her—a craft essence glowing with soft Holy Light.
She held up the craft essence, her tone solemn: “Of course.
Can you still say something like ‘I’ll stay here forever’ after receiving this gift?”]
[Following this, the light screen flashed with a soft glow, and a line of text and special effects slowly appeared, clearly displaying the gift’s description: Saintly Night’s Mark: A small exchange of kindness can bring a warm miracle.
Everyone breathes into the cold sky, holding decorations as they embark on the journey home.
On this holy night, blessings are sent to the holy you.]
[Jalter looked at the craft essence, her golden pupils suddenly contracting.
All the expression on her face instantly froze.
Her lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t utter a single word.
The flames around her subconsciously retracted slightly, her eyes filled with shock and confusion, standing rigidly still.]
Outside the light screen, Jeanne dArc from New Chaldea looked at the craft essence in the light screen, her eyes full of surprise, and she couldn’t help but ask softly: “Eh?
Is that me?”
Marshal Gilles, the Caster-class Servant from New Chaldea who was in better spirits, gazed obsessively at the craft essence in the light screen, his voice filled with intoxicated admiration: “Ah~ the saintly maiden wearing that outfit is still so beautiful.”
[Inside the light screen, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Jalter’s flustered state, his eyes showing gentle understanding.
He nodded lightly, his tone soft: “Mm, I can somewhat understand this feeling.”]
[Santa Alter walked slowly up to Jalter, her tone softening, carrying a hint of persuasion.
She looked at Jalter with seriousness: “Your own light…
light…
well, let’s call it light.
How does it feel to face the brighter part of yourself?”]
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”