It didn't go as planned

Jalter then looked at them. "Did you think I came alone"

As then a few wyvern fell down, on them was Gilles Da Rais, next to him was man he has yellow hair, light skin, he looked well dressed and almost novelty

[ Insert Image off Vald the 3rd here ]

Next to him was a Woman, he had hair was white has snow, white skin, weairng a mask that covers her eyes and was weairng a very revealing outfit

[ Insert Image of Carmilla ]

Morgan looked at Carmilla. "And Lanerc and Assassin"

Kama laughed. "Will Morgan this is embarrassing, let's show them power of Goddes, and the Lostbelt servant"

Vald looked at her. "Lostbelt Ser-"

He was cut by a punched by Morgan, as he was sent to a few walls.

As Vlad was sent crashing through the walls, a deep silence fell over the area before chaos erupted. The clash of powers and ideals was about to unfold on a grander scale.

Jalter smirked, unfazed by the sudden aggression. "I brought friends who share my hatred for this world, for its twisted hypocrisy." She glanced back at Gilles, Vlad, and Carmilla. "Together, we'll make sure France burns, along with anyone foolish enough to stand in our way."

Gilles, eyes wild and filled with fanatic devotion, raised his staff, summoning waves of darkness. "For our saint reborn in flames, I shall bring forth despair itself!"

Carmilla tilted her head, an amused smile curling her lips under the mask. "Oh, what delicious irony," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. "The saint they adored, now corrupted and fierce. And we, the villains, are her loyal followers. Quite the twist, don't you think?"

Ritsuka tightened his grip on his weapon, eyes darting between the enemies. "They're not just regular servants… they're completely twisted versions. Stay sharp!"

Kama shot him a confident grin. "Sharp? They're not even worth my attention." She released a barrage of energy arrows, each one glowing with divine power as they homed in on Gilles and Carmilla.

Morgan, still brimming with fury, directed her magic toward Vlad. "If you think your twisted loyalty means anything to her, you're a fool," she snarled. "The real Jeanne fights for her people, not against them."

Jalter's eyes flared with hatred, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned even more wyverns to rain down on them. "Save your speeches, witch. You'll be nothing but ash soon enough."

Medusa, stepping forward, let out a low growl, her chains ready. "Talk less, fight more."

As the battle escalated, each side unleashed their full power. Mash defended against Gilles' dark attacks, her shield radiant with energy as she protected the others from the overwhelming shadows. Kama and Morgan worked in unison, targeting Carmilla and Vlad, with Kama's divine arrows piercing through the darkness and Morgan's spells shattering any attempt at counterattack.

Despite the chaos, Ritsuka noticed Jeanne, standing still amidst the whirlwind of energy and attacks, her gaze fixed on Jalter. He could see the sadness in her eyes, a hint of desperation.

"Jeanne," he called out, rushing to her side. "Are you ready for this? We might not get another chance."

Jeanne nodded, her voice soft but determined. "I'm ready. If there's a chance to reach her, to save her from the darkness, I have to take it." She gripped her flag tightly and stepped forward, her presence unwavering.

As the others held off their opponents, Jeanne raised her voice, calling out over the battlefield. "Jalter! You don't have to do this. Whatever pain and anger you feel… I know it's not truly yours. It's the Grail, twisting you, poisoning your heart."

For a moment, Jalter's expression faltered, a flash of something unreadable passing over her face. But in an instant, her mask of hatred returned, and she spat back, "Save your pity, saint. This is who I am now, and no hollow words will change that."

Jeanne's face softened, undeterred. "If you believe that, then let me show you the true strength of our faith. Not through hatred, but through love and forgiveness."

With that, Jeanne's flag glowed with a radiant light, and she lifted it high. The energy surged, pushing back the darkness around them, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding display of hope. The light washed over everyone—Ritsuka, Mash, Morgan, Kama, and even the corrupted servants—filling them with a sense of peace, however brief.

Jalter recoiled, shielding her eyes from the brilliance. For a brief, fragile moment, the hatred seemed to waver. Ritsuka seized the chance, stepping forward.

"Jalter… you're not alone," he said, his voice steady. "We'll be here for you, no matter what."

The darkness flickered in Jalter's eyes, uncertainty creeping in. But the battle was far from over, and she gritted her teeth, summoning her flames once more. "Then prove it. Show me if your so-called light can withstand the fires of hell!"

And with that, the clash resumed—each side fighting with all they had, for not only their lives, but for the soul of the twisted saint before them.

As the battlefield erupted once more, Ritsuka took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He could see Jalter's corrupted flames burning hotter than before, filling the air with oppressive heat. Her wyverns circled overhead, screeching as they swooped down toward the group, but Mash moved forward, shield at the ready, determined to protect everyone.

"Senpai!" Mash shouted, blocking a wave of dark flames. "We can do this—we just have to keep pushing!"

Kama summoned her clones, dispersing them to divide the enemies' attention. The clones danced around the battlefield, confusing the wyverns and Jalter's corrupted allies, giving everyone an opening to strike.

Morgan charged forward, her blade infused with holy energy as she targeted Vlad, who sneered at her with disdain. "A witch dares to fight me?" he mocked, summoning his lance. "You're out of your depth."

"Let's see who's out of their depth," Morgan replied coldly. She unleashed a torrent of light-infused strikes, each one shattering Vlad's defenses. With each blow, he stumbled back, realizing he had underestimated her.

Meanwhile, Medusa squared off with Carmilla. The Assassin's cold gaze was unflinching as she analyzed Medusa's every move, her masked face betraying no emotion. "You think you can best me, little monster?" Carmilla taunted, her whip snapping through the air.

Medusa smirked, coiling her chains. "I don't think—I know." She unleashed her chains with stunning precision, wrapping around Carmilla's whip and yanking her off balance. As Carmilla stumbled, Medusa moved in, striking with brutal force and pushing Carmilla back.

Nearby, Gilles was summoning a wave of dark tendrils, aiming to consume everyone in shadows. But before he could release it, Kama's divine arrows rained down upon him, each one filled with holy light. The arrows tore through the darkness, breaking Gilles' concentration as he howled in rage and frustration.

Jalter, noticing her allies faltering, clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with anger. She summoned her own dark flames, creating a massive inferno that spread across the battlefield, consuming everything in its path. "Enough games!" she screamed. "If you won't fall, then I'll burn this whole town to the ground with you in it!"

Ritsuka narrowed his eyes, feeling the searing heat. He raised his hand and summoned his own flame, the Arrow of the Hearth burning with a steady, determined glow. "If you want to burn everything down, you'll have to go through me, Jalter."

He released the arrow, aiming straight at her flames. The two forces collided mid-air, creating a blinding explosion of light and darkness. For a moment, it seemed evenly matched—but slowly, Ritsuka's flames began to push back, consuming Jalter's darkness inch by inch.

Seeing her struggle, Jeanne stepped forward, her voice calm yet resolute. "Jalter… this isn't who you truly are. Let us help you."

But Jalter snarled, her voice filled with bitterness. "Help me? You think you can save me? Don't make me laugh, 'saint.'"

Despite her defiance, Jeanne raised her flag once more, releasing another wave of holy light that enveloped the battlefield. This time, the light didn't just repel the darkness—it began to heal. The corrupted flames flickered, dimming under the purifying energy, and for a brief moment, Jalter's scowl softened.

Ritsuka saw his chance and called out, "Jalter, fight it! You don't have to let this darkness control you."

Jalter faltered, her eyes flickering between rage and confusion. Her grip on her weapon loosened slightly, as if the real Jeanne was starting to break through.

But Gilles, sensing the shift, stepped forward, shouting, "Jalter! Remember who we serve! You cannot let these fools sway you!"

Jalter's face twisted with pain, but she held her ground, shaking off Gilles' influence. "Stay out of this, Gilles," she hissed, her voice wavering.

Seeing her uncertainty, Ritsuka pressed on. "We're not here to fight you, Jalter. We're here to save you."

Ritsuka then activated Another one of his skills

[Skill Activated: The Holy Lance Rhongomynaid

- Effect: Allows Ritsuka to summon Morgan's weapon, a black demonic spear resembling a halberd with an Excalibur-like blade. This weapon can be used to perform holy spells and unleashes a smaller version of Rhongomynaid's destructive power]

Ritsuka and Jalter weapon meets, as they looked at eachother, as then something happened that no one expects they both tripped and land on eachother, but what happened was um something else, Ritsuka and Jalter lips met and will made out with eachother by accident

~Chu~❤️~Slurp~❤️~Chu~ ❤️~Slurp~❤️~Chu~

There lips moved as they just sat, Jalter face was beef read, she got on her dragon and told everyone to fly away and forget about this, as she and her allies flyed away, Ritsuka, Kama, Morgan, Mash, Medusa, Marie Mozart and Da Vinci just blinked

Ritsuka just smoked still feeling the taste in his lips. "What just happened"

The silence that settled after Jalter's sudden retreat was almost deafening. Everyone stared at Ritsuka, processing what they'd just witnessed, while he sat there, still dazed from the accidental kiss.

Kama was the first to snap out of it, smirking as she crossed her arms. "Well, well, Ritsuka," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Didn't expect you to be so... proactive with the enemy."

Ritsuka blinked, finally coming back to his senses. "W-wait, that wasn't... I didn't mean to—!" He stammered, his face turning as red as Jalter's had.

Marie clasped her hands over her mouth, holding back laughter. "Oh my, how romantic! A kiss in the middle of a battlefield! Truly, a tale for the ages," she said, clearly amused.

Mash, her cheeks a deep shade of pink, tried to remain professional but couldn't hold back a smile. "Senpai... that was definitely unexpected, but... it might have left an impression on Jalter."

Morgan, however, gave him a stern look. "Ritsuka, focus," she said, a slight edge to her voice. "We're in a dangerous singularity. Don't let your guard down just because of a... surprise encounter."

Da Vinci couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, lighten up, Morgan! Sometimes, the heart has a mind of its own." She leaned toward Ritsuka with a knowing grin. "And it seems like your 'heart' just shook up our enemies in a way we didn't expect!"

Mozart chuckled as well. "I'd call it a stroke of genius—weaponized romance, perhaps?"

Ritsuka rubbed the back of his neck, finally managing a small smile. "Well... I guess we'll see if that 'impression' helps us later," he said, glancing back at the horizon where Jalter and her allies had disappeared.

With a final sigh, he stood up, feeling both embarrassed and strangely hopeful. "Alright, team. Let's keep moving. We've got a singularity to resolve—and who knows what's next?"

Jeane then spoke. "I don't know how too feel about that"

Marie looked at him. "Aww are jealous they Ritsuka kissed your other self"

Jeane shook her head, clearly flustered. "I just… it's strange to think that another version of me would have such feelings, even if it was accidental. I don't know what it means for my legend or how it reflects on me."

Marie tilted her head, her playful demeanor fading into curiosity. "Do you think it's possible that this other you has some hidden feelings or desires? After all, every hero has their complexities, and perhaps she has her reasons for being here."

Ritsuka, trying to ease the tension, interjected. "It was just a slip—nothing more. I mean, we're all in a crazy situation. Emotions can run high when you're fighting for survival."

Kama, still smirking, added, "But it's fascinating, isn't it? The idea of different versions of ourselves interacting like this. What if Jalter's feelings are more than just a passing fancy? You know, maybe this will lead to something deeper?"

Jeane frowned, a mixture of contemplation and embarrassment on her face. "But if this Jalter—this evil version of me—has feelings for Ritsuka, what does that mean for me? Am I destined to fight against a twisted reflection of my own desires?"

Mash stepped forward, her expression serious. "We need to focus on stopping her. Whatever her motivations might be, our priority is to protect people from her influence. But that doesn't mean we can't understand her. Maybe knowing more about her can help us."

Da Vinci nodded in agreement, her analytical mind already spinning ideas. "Right. Understanding the dynamics at play could give us an advantage. After all, she's a reflection of you, Jeane. Perhaps if we can find a way to reach her, we can prevent a confrontation."

Morgan, who had been silently contemplating the situation, finally spoke up. "This is more than just about feelings. If the 'evil' Jalter exists, then her motivations and connections to Ritsuka may serve a purpose beyond mere conflict. We need to gather more intel."

Ritsuka felt the weight of their gazes and tried to reassure everyone. "We'll figure this out together. We've faced so much already, and if we can unite the light and the dark in this singularity, we can find a way to resolve this without violence."

Jeane nodded, her determination slowly returning. "Then let's move forward. I want to find out what's going on with this other me, and if there's a way to help her. No one should have to bear the burden of darkness alone."

With renewed purpose, the group set off toward the heart of the town, their mission clear. Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross with Jalter again soon, but he was determined to find a way to turn that encounter into an opportunity for understanding and redemption.

To be continued

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