On the screen.
Dozens of soldiers charged forward with sinister grins.
Roya's breath hitched, unable to imagine just how horrifying the scene would be.
It was as though Death itself was swinging its scythe.
No hope of survival remained!
Yet in this dire moment, Jeanne d'Arc shielded a little girl behind her.
Without a single thought for her own life.
Whoosh!
The invading army swung their blades, the sharp sound of steel cutting through the air.
A brutal slash descended!
Roya nearly cried out in alarm.
It was too dangerous!
With that single strike, both girls would have been killed instantly!
Clang!
A sharp metallic clash erupted.
A gleaming sword appeared soundlessly, piercing straight through the brutal soldier's chest.
His powerful body was sent flying several meters, crashing heavily against the stone.
His eyes widened in disbelief, never imagining this would be his end.
Death with eyes unclosed!
"They're here, they're here!"
Roya's breathing grew rapid.
Appearing at the moment of deepest despair to save the young maiden saint who was ready to face death—what could be more romantic?
Footsteps echoed.
A tall figure emerged from the shadows, speaking calmly as they walked: "All suffering in this world stems from one's lack of strength. With your current power, you can save no one."
"I cannot stand by and watch people die."
Jeanne d'Arc gently patted the head of the little girl hiding behind her, her youthful frame standing firm.
"You protect everyone else, but why won't you protect yourself?"
The tall figure sighed.
Before the maiden could answer, they continued, "That's why you'll become the future Saint of the Church, the Heroine of France, the Holy Maiden of Orléans—Jeanne d'Arc!"
Someone from the future!
Roya instantly realized.
Only someone from the future would know Jeanne's true identity so clearly.
Because at this moment, the saintly maiden wasn't yet called Jeanne d'Arc, but only Jeanne!
Under Roya's intense gaze, the man stepped fully from the shadows, his crimson cape billowing dramatically.
The English soldiers eyed the mysterious figure warily, shouting angrily, "Who are you? How dare you interfere?"
Yet the stranger remained silent.
His icy gaze swept over the soldiers.
Though alone, he radiated suffocating pressure that made dozens of cavalrymen tremble.
Under this pressure, one soldier nocked an arrow and fired.
Whoosh!
The arrow streaked toward the nameless heroic spirit—who vanished just before impact.
When he reappeared, he stood beside the archer.
Slice!
A flash of steel, and the soldier fell, his throat cut.
The nameless spirit said coolly, "People die when they are killed. When you take lives, be prepared to lose your own."
In the next instant, he disappeared again, becoming a blur among the soldiers.
Like the Grim Reaper, he harvested lives with terrifying efficiency.
The once-arrogant soldiers now trembled like frightened lambs, fleeing in panic.
A complete reversal!
-[So satisfying! People die when killed—serves you right for your earlier arrogance!]
-[Hahaha, this feels like drinking ice-cold lemonade on a sweltering day—refreshing to the core!]
-[Who is this nameless heroic spirit? There's no record of him anywhere!]
-[Is this a movie? It feels unnervingly real!]
...
"Absolutely thrilling!"
Roya's cheeks flushed pink.
Earlier, these very soldiers had driven Jeanne d'Arc to the brink, moments from slaughtering her.
Despair! Oppression! Terror! Darkness!
Now, this nameless heroic spirit had appeared at the critical moment to save the saint.
After all enemies were slain or fled, the silver-haired spirit's dark eyes rested calmly on the young maiden.
His tall, straight-backed figure stood out starkly, his pale hair gleaming.
"Huh? Why does his facial features look a bit like Souma?"
After clearly seeing the man's face, Roya muttered to herself in slight confusion.
The man stood over ten centimeters taller than Souma, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion that gave him an overall robust and powerful appearance.
But.
His facial features really did resemble Souma's!
Simply put, the man appearing in this video looked like an adult version of Souma—one who had grown up, undergone rigorous training, and developed an iron-willed temperament through battlefield experience.
Yes, that was it!
If she hadn't lived with Souma for years, she might not have noticed the subtle similarities between their features.
Unable to contain her excitement, Roya immediately sent him a message: "Souma, quickly check out the trending video about the Nameless Heroic Spirit! The male lead looks just like you!"
"Shouldn't you be in class right now? Roya, we'll talk about your phone usage tonight."
Souma replied swiftly.
This mischievous kid—three days without discipline and she'd tear the roof off. She definitely needed proper guidance.
Nameless Heroic Spirit?
At first, hearing that would make his heart race.
But now? He was long used to it.
Countless people tried to ride the coattails of heroic spirits, fabricating all sorts of nonsensical tales online.
[Chronicle of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[Your name may be forgotten by history, but your deeds will echo through eternity!]
"Pfft, how convincing. As if I'd fall for clickbait like that."
Souma glanced at the video title, closed it without a second thought, and continued enjoying his peaceful daily life.
Nameless Heroic Spirit?
Even if Alaya herself came to recruit him, he wouldn't lift a finger to save the world again!
Savior?
Those days were long behind him!
...
[Shouldn't you be in class right now? Roya, we'll talk about your phone usage tonight.]
Reading the message, Roya paled slightly, more worried now than when she'd seen her idol in danger earlier.
Heart attack!
She'd been so excited that she'd messaged him directly.
Damn it, why did I stupidly think they looked alike?
One's a stingy, perverted shut-in, the other's a heroic spirit who saved my idol—how could they possibly be similar?
Angry as she was, she kept watching the video.
The young saint gazed at the man before her. "Thank you for protecting these people. May I ask your name?"
"Nameless."
He didn't even intend to leave a name behind.
Jeanne d'Arc's azure eyes fixed on him as she asked, "Tell me, how can I save my country?"
At this moment.
The young saint was lost in confusion, realizing that without power, she could save no one!
She could only watch helplessly as others died!
"It's simple. Declare that you've received divine guidance and rally all of France to fight!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit replied. "Your strength alone is too weak. Only by uniting all factions of France can you truly protect your homeland!"
Jeanne froze. "But that would be a lie!"
"Yes, a lie! When the truth comes out, you might be burned at the stake!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit didn't deny it, continuing, "But when a lie is believed by the entire world, you could even declare yourself a god!"
"I... I can't do that..."
The young saint flustered slightly, struggling to accept his words.
"Then let us carry the wishes of all the fallen and deceive the world together—to transform you completely into the Lord's messenger!"
The nameless heroic spirit extended a hand toward her, "Then, lead them to liberate Orléans and achieve final victory!"
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