Above the light screen, Gilded Characters and moving shadows intertwined, clearly displaying the origins of Jeanne dArc Alter’s birth and her first meeting with Fujimaru Ritsuka before the entire nasuverse.
“Jeanne dArc Alter, a Servant born from Gilles de Rais’s wish upon the Holy Grail.”
The moment these words appeared, exclamations and critiques erupted across the nasuverse.
In Fuyuki during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Tohsaka Tokiomi frowned deeply, his tone carrying a mix of understanding and disdain: “So she is a product conjured by another’s obsession using the power of the Holy Grail, not a Heroic Spirit born naturally.
Such a pieced-together existence has an inherently flawed foundation!”
Gilgamesh leaned against a pillar, his golden eyes sweeping over the screen, and scoffed: “Gilles de Rais?
Just a fool immersed in delusion.
To think he could create something like this using the Holy Grail, it truly opens this King’s eyes.”
Artoria’s gaze shifted slightly, and she murmured, “Born from the catalyst of another’s wish, this existence itself carries an extremely strong obsession and bias.”
In the timeline of the Fifth Holy Grail War, Tohsaka Rin clicked her tongue in surprise: “She was actually created by someone’s wish?
Not summoned from the Throne of Heroes itself?
That’s incredibly unusual!”
Emiya Shirou looked stunned and said, “You can create a Heroic Spirit just by wishing upon the Holy Grail?
Then she’s completely different from a normal Heroic Spirit?”
Archer leaned against the wall, his red eyes half-closed, his tone indifferent: “Birthed by human obsession, she is essentially an incarnation of that obsession rather than a true Heroic Spirit.
Such an existence will only have more extreme emotions.”
In the Chaldea control room, Little Da Vinci tapped rapidly on the console, smiling as she added, “Gilles de Rais’s obsession with Jeanne at that time had reached a pathological level.
His anger and prejudice were all kneaded into that wish.
Jeanne Alter’s birth was tainted with heavy subjectivity from the very beginning.”
“But now…
hehehe.” She then put on her glasses and smiled without speaking.
The light screen flowed, and new gilded text appeared: “Although she is Jeanne’s inverted form, Saint Joan of Arc normally does not have an inverted form.
Jeanne dArc Alter was produced by mixing Gilles de Rais’s anger…
and his prejudice and one-sided obsession…
creating an ‘other side’ that fundamentally should not exist.”
At these words, the discussions in the nasuverse grew louder, and the critiques became sharper.
Inside the Clock Tower, Lord El-Melloi II suddenly stood up, his voice filled with shock: “To be able to conjure a Heroic Spirit form that never existed out of thin air?
Gilles de Rais’s obsession combined with the power of the Holy Grail is practically violating the fundamental rules of Heroic Spirits!”
The priests of the Holy Church had ashen faces.
A white-haired priest clenched his Holy Scripture and rebuked sharply: “Twisting the sacred and birthing heresy—this is not only blasphemy against Heroic Spirits but also a trampling upon the divine!”
Kirei Kotomine from the Fourth Holy Grail War stroked the Black Key in his hand, a smile curving his lips: “An ‘other side’ born from obsession.
Such a twisted existence is very prone to fostering extreme emotions.
Interesting.”
Emiya Kiritsugu’s gaze was cold, and his tone was flat: “Born from the anger and prejudice of others, such a Heroic Spirit can only be a puppet of obsession.
How can it possess independent emotion?”
Inside Chaldea, Mash murmured softly, “So Miss Jeanne Alter isn’t the true inverted Saint, but rather created by Mr.
Gilles de Rais’s obsession…
No wonder she always said she wasn’t the real Jeanne.”
Fujimaru Ritsuka gazed at the light screen: “Being tied down by someone else’s obsession since birth, anyone would get temperamental.
She’s actually being quite restrained.”
The screen’s image abruptly switched, bringing the smoke of the First Singularity, Orléans, rushing forth.
The girl in the Dark Black Attire stood holding a banner, the corner of the dark purple flag curling with Black Flames.
She descended upon the world in the class of Ruler, her golden eyes burning with the fierce fire of vengeance, her target aimed directly at all those who had persecuted Jeanne in life.
In the vision, her movements were swift and decisive.
Wherever the Black Flames passed, the forces that had conspired against the Saint scattered.
She raised her banner and laughed loudly, her voice filled with wildness and burning hatred, echoing across the battlefield: “Cheer!
Cheer for our revenge!
Hahahaha!”
Gilded text appeared at the appropriate moment, revealing the hidden truth behind her actions: “She was born in the First Singularity with the class of Ruler and launched a campaign of revenge against those who persecuted Jeanne in life, despite lacking Jeanne’s memories from her lifetime.”
“No memories of the original owner?
Then what is her revenge about?” Tohsaka Rin exclaimed in disbelief, her tone full of astonishment, “To seek revenge driven by someone else’s obsession, without even knowing what she hates—that’s just tragic!”
Emiya Shirou frowned tightly and spoke, “No memories, yet she still carries out the revenge…
She fundamentally doesn’t know what she is doing; she is just being pushed forward by obsession.”
Gilgamesh scoffed: “A fool who doesn’t even understand the root of her own actions is nothing more than a puppet manipulated by obsession.”
Artoria, however, shook her head, her tone carrying a degree of complexity: “Driven by obsession despite lacking memory—this feeling of being compelled against one’s will is rather lamentable.”
The scene continued to advance, and the figures from Chaldea burst onto the battlefield.
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood at the forefront, raising his hand to summon the shadow of a spirit core.
The Servants beside him immediately arrayed themselves to meet the enemy.
Sword light, Noble Phantasm light, and Black Flames collided, the roaring sound shaking the skies of Orléans.
At that time, the two were opposed: one fighting to save human order and repair the singularity, the other fighting to fulfill the revenge in her obsession.
Their positions were adversarial, leaving no room for reconciliation.
Finally, amidst the dissipating Black Flames, Jeanne Alter’s spirit core gradually turned transparent.
Her golden eyes were filled with unwillingness and rage, yet also held a trace of imperceptible bewilderment.
The gilded text drew a cold footnote to this first encounter: “Ultimately defeated by Fujimaru Ritsuka of Chaldea in order to save human order and repair the singularity.
This was their first ‘encounter,’ although the outcome was a fight to the death.”
As this scene concluded, the nasuverse fell into a brief silence, followed by a mixture of critiques and reflections.
Tohsaka Tokiomi spoke with a touch of coldness: “Opposed in stance and drawing swords against each other—how can there be any subsequent bond from such a first meeting?
It’s sheer nonsense.”
Kirei Kotomine, however, smiled and shook his head: “A first meeting that ends in life-or-death struggle leaves a much deeper impression.
This antagonism might actually be the beginning of a bond.”
Tohsaka Rin sighed, her tone filled with emotion: “Fighting to the death upon their first meeting—who would have thought things would turn out that way later on.”
Archer’s eyes flickered, his tone indifferent: “Opposing first meetings often breed different kinds of emotions, especially once one party sees through the other’s true nature.”
Inside Chaldea, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the figure full of unwillingness on the screen, his tone inevitably becoming somewhat subdued: “This person…
is actually a bit pitiable.”
Mash nodded gently in agreement: “Yes, at that time Miss Jeanne Alter was only driven by hatred and revenge, without any thoughts of her own.
Even so, it was very difficult for us to defeat her back then.
Miss Jeanne Alter was truly a formidable opponent.” (Double meaning)
Miss Avalon sat on a nearby sofa, swinging her legs, and laughed: “This is the classic ‘no fight, no friendship’!
The more intense the fight, the sweeter the bond afterward.”
Above the light screen, Jeanne Alter’s defeated figure gradually faded, but those unwilling golden eyes were deeply imprinted on the hearts of all observers, laying the most unique foreshadowing for this MasterLove that began in opposition.