Black Jeanne carried her flag, walking down the straight street.
Flanking her were white buildings, their pure white walls adorned with intricate dragon reliefs. Under the sunlight, they shimmered as if coming to life.
In this moment, her heart was undoubtedly filled with joy.
"It's wonderful."
Walking through this city she had personally designed and built, a city entirely her own, she felt absolute fulfillment.
Who could understand? The sense of accomplishment from creating something from nothing, from wasteland to city.
Creation was always far more difficult than destruction, but the joy it brought was exponentially greater... at least in this moment, this witch born from anger genuinely felt an emotion more delightful than "destruction."
"And this is a city I personally protected."
As she continued walking, Black Jeanne recalled Artoria's two strikes.
Those were truly heart-stopping Noble Phantasm releases, and even Black Jeanne herself thought surviving them was a miracle.
But looking back, she could hold her head high and proclaim to all that she had risked her life to protect this city... and no one would ever again doubt her obsession with it or question how deeply she loved it.
Oh, right, and there was her partner in creating this miracle.
Black Jeanne looked up, gazing at the white dragon standing like a statue atop the stone monument in the plaza's center.
The monument was blank... originally, Black Jeanne had planned to inscribe her ten greatest achievements on it. But since she felt her accomplishments were too numerous to list, she decided to leave it empty.
"That dragon is really something, though."
"To think it could take on such a majestic form."
"I wonder what it looks like when it combines with that ahoge?"
Black Jeanne couldn't help but think of this.
She wasn't a fool, nor would she deceive herself. The fact that Alaric was Artoria's "partner" was undeniable... otherwise, the two wouldn't have been summoned together.
And now, with the city's successful completion, their story was nearing its end.
Would it return to that ahoge's side afterward?
It didn't seem like a bad idea. Though they were enemies, Black Jeanne admitted that ahoge seemed quite reliable. If the white dragon stayed with her, it would surely be fine... that's what Black Jeanne told herself.
But, but...
"No way."
Black Jeanne, mid-stride, suddenly stopped.
Amid the puzzled looks of others, she lowered her head. Her once bright and sunny expression turned gloomy in an instant.
"I'm still so unwilling."
As she thought this, she gripped her hands tightly, as if trying to snap the cursed flag she held.
But she couldn't.
Just as a fish cannot deny water.
Born from anger and curses, she couldn't deny her own origins.
"I see."
"So that's how it is... "
"From the very beginning, my birth was never blessed by the divine."
"…"
Black Jeanne once didn't believe in the existence of gods.
"If there truly were gods, wouldn't they strike down an evil existence like me with divine punishment?"
... Those were the arrogant words of her younger, naive self.
But after enduring a series of setbacks, shedding tears of grievance, and tasting the sweet fruits of victory herself, Black Jeanne finally understood that the so-called divine had always existed and had long delivered her "punishment."
"You are an unblessed life."
"You will never reach the end."
"No matter how wonderful the things you once had, no matter how dazzling your life, you will never obtain what you truly desire."
"You, along with everything in your life, will become nothingness, unrecognized by the Human Order, unacknowledged by the world."
... This was the [fate] decided for her from the moment of her birth.
... It was also the divine's ultimate punishment for her, a witch who blasphemed the sacred.
…
Black Jeanne continued walking.
The path to the plaza wasn't long, and she soon reached her destination, seeing the small black hole in the center of the lawn…
Next, she only needed to plant her flagpole in that hole, and everything would end.
... But why?
Why did it have to be her who died?!
She had already repented; she no longer wanted to destroy the world.
Why wouldn't the world accept her?!
"Why does it have to be me?!!"
She was confused, furious, despairing.
She thought, if only she had never been born.
Then she wouldn't have to face such despair.
But now, since she had been born and had committed such grave mistakes… she would face her final fate and accept her true divine punishment.
Thinking this, Black Jeanne thrust the flagpole into the hole, resolutely completing the final step.
"This should do it, right?"
"If this is how it is… everything can end, right?"
"Buzz... "
The final magical node was set, and the magical formula covering the entire city activated instantly.
... But it wasn't, as the Doctor had said, a formula to "bring the city to life."
It was a formula meant to destroy the city, symbolizing "destruction."
[This is my hell.]
That was the true meaning Black Jeanne intended to convey through these 666 magical nodes.
And since it was hell… it naturally should be destroyed.
"Boom... "
Orange-red flames burst forth from the 666 magical nodes, spreading across the entire city in the blink of an eye.
"Senpai, be careful!"
Realizing the danger, Mash quickly grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm, trying to pull her out of the dangerous city.
But the orange-haired girl remained completely unmoved.
"Senpai?"
Mash followed Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze, looking forward in confusion.
At the center of the plaza, on the pure white stone monument.
The white dragon statue, suddenly "coming to life." Spiraled downward, flying to the side of the Dragon Witch who had chosen [self-destruction].
And in its dragon claws, a star-shaped octahedron radiated a brilliant, rainbow-like glow.
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