"Where is Mordred?"
"Wasn't she clamoring to follow us up just now?"
On the leading giant dragon, seeing the scene where only she herself had arrived, Jeanne [Alter] felt both pleasant surprise and unexpectedness.
"I had Kiyohime take her away."
"Eh, but didn't she treat you as her father?"
"That is an identity only utilized when I need her to please me—you, don't you think it is quite amusing to make her call me 'Father' while she refuses to admit defeat yet looks shy?"
"Eh?"
Jeanne [Alter] imagined that scene for a moment.
Mordred, with her hands bound, looking unyielding on her face yet having to shout "Father" with a shy and shameful expression.
"That... that is too much."
"Indeed, it is too much—"
"However, aren't you the main culprit who caused all this?"
The man's hands passed through Jeanne [Alter]'s waist from the left and right, clasping together at her lower abdomen.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
"If you don't give a suitable reason, you should know what end awaits you, right?"
"Eh, that!"
Just with this one sentence, Jeanne [Alter] felt her whole body go soft and tingly.
She was convinced that this man was very skilled at making girls fall into this kind of chaotic sensation.
"I, just want to secretly ask you a question!"
"What question?"
"You... why do you only make moves on them?"
Jeanne [Alter] turned around and stared dead at the man.
"The one you should be making a move on the most, shouldn't it be me?!"
It was me...
It was me first...
Clearly, I came first...
Whether it was voluntarily drinking that kind of thing for the first time, being held down by the head and humiliated in the church, or finally willingly becoming a container to summon a Servant.
Why did it turn out like this...
For the first time, I possessed the power I had always yearned for. I had someone who could easily bring me pleasure.
Two happy things overlapping. And these two happinesses brought even more happiness.
What I obtained should have been a dreamlike, blissful time... But, why, did it turn out like this...
"I don't understand!"
"Is there something wrong with me?! Just say it straight!"
Looking at Jeanne [Alter], who was clearly ashamed yet urgently wanted to know the answer, Ian remained as indifferent as ever.
"There is nothing wrong with you."
"It is precisely because you are too easy to use that I had to do this."
"I was afraid you... wouldn't be able to take it later."
"How could I not take it!"
"Don't look down on me!" Jeanne [Alter] clenched her fists. "I am the Witch who is going to save this world!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
"You said it—"
Red light flashed in the man's eyes.
"Later, I hope you can hold on."
[Slaanesh], perhaps the most difficult concept to eliminate in this world.
Because in everyone's heart, there is a flame named desire.
And once ignited even slightly, it will spread to every corner of the heart.
Kiyohime is a part of this fire—
Mordred is also a part of this fire—
Constantly drawing power born from the satisfaction of desires from them, Ian was long since a different existence from when he first arrived.
He had completely mastered the means to make a person fall into the abyss.
[Slaanesh · Projection]
Fully deployed at this moment.
"This is your execution ground."
"Uh?"
Listening to the man's low voice, Jeanne [Alter] found herself bound to a cross in the blink of an eye, arms spread out, unable to move.
"And you, are stark naked."
In an instant, the girl lost all the fabric that could cover her body.
"There are countless 'me's witnessing your shameful appearance."
In just a moment, countless pairs of eyes lit up in this dark execution ground, looking at the naked Jeanne [Alter] without evasion and with full concentration.
Every pair of eyes was him.
Every line of sight came from his gaze.
Every part of the girl's skin was taken in by such direct stares.
"You felt extreme pleasure from it—"
"You are deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself."
Jeanne [Alter]'s eyes rolled back; she only felt her whole body trembling with excitement, no part able to escape the sanction of [Indulgence].
The pious cross had long been soaked by the impure liquid flowing from between the girl's legs, emitting a dim light.
"You saw the firelight."
"That is the flame that judges you—"
Jeanne [Alter]'s eyes were hazy.
Her intuition eroded by the ultimate impact, she only saw the swaying firelight approaching her.
"The fire has started."
"But you are not afraid."
With a boom.
At some point, scorching charcoal was thrown at the soles of Jeanne [Alter]'s feet; they were fleeting, quickly turning into raging flames.
All the impure liquids were slowly evaporating until they completely possessed the girl's breathing.
"You discovered your nature is so lewd."
"You are still pursuing that pleasure."
"It's fire, it's fire—"
Feeling that scorching heat, Jeanne [Alter] revealed an obsessive smile instead.
A trace of thread hung from the corner of her mouth; that was the sin flowing uncontrollably from her body.
Smelling the charred scent emitting from herself at this moment, she couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems I'm going to climax."
In the crimson flames, it seemed some warm thing was putting up a final resistance.
But everything was to no avail.
The flames quickly and ruthlessly evaporated those taboo liquids flowing out uncontrollably by the girl's consciousness, finally swallowing them completely.
Only—
In that hellish scene, one could still hear Jeanne [Alter]'s unbearable voice.
"Burn faster! Burn even faster!"
"The Holy Maiden's most sacred place isn't cooked yet—"
"Ohohohohohohohoho—"
The final echo was revealed at this moment.
"You accepted the pleasure at the time of your death."
"You are destined for rebirth."
Jeanne [Alter] abruptly opened her eyes.
She discovered that her perception of everything around her had changed.
Those things that could not stimulate her like him gradually became vulnerable in her eyes.
The flames of judgment actually became the source of her enjoyment of taboos.
"Welcome back."
"From now on—"
The man hugged her and gave her a kiss.
"You are my greatest Witch."
Only then did Jeanne [Alter] know what a terrifying baptism Ian had prepared for her.
"Then, what can I do for you?"
"Very simple—"
Looking at the "wall" of light that gradually appeared as the giant dragon advanced toward Orleans, Ian knew that was the final filter before judgment.
That was probably a blockage woven from countless rays of scorching light.
That Angel who manifested in the name of Jeanne probably had no intention of letting anyone reach Orleans at all, but only wanted to burn all these people to ashes.
But—
The more things are forbidden, the more value there is in doing them.
"My Witch."
Ian stroked Jeanne [Alter]'s hair, as if educating a pet.
"Burn all these things down for me!"
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