bayonetta and jeanne fanfic

Rumor has it that among the leaders of the Reunion Movement was a young girl who wielded a banner. Though a mere flag bearer, she possessed combat prowess surpassing even the Emperor's Blades. People still vaguely remember her saying, "Talulah, spit fire!" during battle.

"I once saved Saint Jeanne d'Arc, rebuilt the Frankish Empire, restored the Carolingian territories, and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Charlemagne." "I once drew the Holy Sword, broke the Scourge of God, and became the guardian of all Europa." "I once walked alongside the King of Knights, defeated the White Dragon Vortigern the Usurper King, and was witness to both the beginning and the end of the King of Knights." "And now you're telling me to fight in this worthless Holy Grail War?" Thus spoke the Frankish Emperor · Restorer of the Carolingian Realm · Paladin · He Who Drew the Holy Sword — Gawain.

A mysterious screen suddenly appears across the entire Nasuverse, drawing the attention of Heroes, Mages, and ordinary people alike. A single title flashes across it: **"Ranking the Servants Most Devoted to Their Master."** As everyone watches in anticipation, the first name is revealed: **Jeanne d'Arc Alter.** The world falls silent. How could a Servant born from hatred claim the top spot? Then, the screen begins to show her story.

“I once saved Saint Jeanne d’Arc, rebuilt the Frankish Empire, restored the lands of the Carolingians, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Charlemagne.” “I once drew the Holy Sword, broke the Scourge of God, and became the guardian of all Europe.” “I once walked alongside the King of Knights, defeated the White Dragon and the vile king Vortigern, and witnessed the King of Knights’ beginning and end.” “And now you’re telling me I have to fight in this lousy Holy Grail War?” So spoke Gawain— Emperor of the Franks. Restorer of the Carolingian realm. Paladin. Wielder of the Holy Sword.

Reborn as Sawamura Eijun. (Rating because of language.. and other stuff.)

Terlalu sulit diriku untuk menyesuaikan sesuatu, aku hanya berniat jadi yang terbaik, tapi aku salah, aku salah

You are a Banana this is what you experience as you rot because let’s be honest who eats bananas

star Baseball player for his high school Alex died be for his time and was offed another chance at life

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"