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Chapter 114. Enter the World of Darkness

Lyon, France

"You just love a dramatic entrance, don't you?" Jeanne Alter sneered, arms crossed and eyes blazing. "What's next, Jester? Planning to challenge me with a pie and some sparkles? You and your ragtag band of misfits don't stand a chance against my army."

Satria grinned, completely unfazed. "Not really. The theatrics pair nicely with the genius, billionaire, brave, and philanthropic thing I've got going on."

He raised an eyebrow, smugness radiating off him like a golden aura. "And hey, congrats on that army. But lucky for us... we've got a God of Hope on our side. He's more than enough to handle your drama club."

"Shitty brat! Stop throwing me under the bus!" Naruto snapped, clearly within earshot.

Jalter's confident smirk faltered just slightly. "A... God of Hope?"

Satria casually nodded, arms crossed. "Yep. Blond guy, spiky hair, obsession with talking people out of evil. Remind you of anyone? Spoiler alert: this isn't going to end well for you. Oh, and just so you know-"

He snapped his fingers. Two golden portals swirled into existence beside him, glowing with divine energy.

"-I didn't come unprepared. What do you take me for, Emo Girl?"

A deep rumble echoed through the battlefield as the portals widened, revealing the sound of galloping hooves and heavy armored steps. From the golden light emerged a disciplined force, shining like a beacon of hope against the gloom. At the helm were two imposing figures: Saint George, the dragon-slaying knight, and Gilles de Rais, redeemed and resolute at Jeanne's side once more.

Mash gasped in awe. "Reinforcements...!"

She raised her shield high, voice ringing with hope. "They're here! Saint George and Sir Gilles have arrived!"

Riding proudly at the front, Georgios's voice boomed with unshakable conviction. "Stand tall, comrades! We ride not in fear, but in purpose! Let darkness feel the edge of our resolve!"

Beside him, Gilles rode fiercely, eyes steeled with unwavering loyalty. "Hold your ground! Today, we carve hope into history!"

From the skies above, a swarm of wyverns screamed down, claws slicing through the air. But neither knight flinched.

"Let them come," Georgios declared. He raised his lance to the heavens. "Ascalon-awaken!"

A blinding surge of holy light burst from his weapon as it transformed into the radiant blade of legend. With one mighty swing, he cleaved through a wyvern mid-flight, sending it crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.

Gilles wasn't far behind, brandishing his weapon with righteous fury as he charged the monsters, his battle cry echoing across the plains.

Naruto, watching from the rear line beside Jeanne, let out a low whistle. "Man... those guys are tough. I think they've got the lizards covered."

He glanced at Jeanne, his usual grin returning. "Now let's take care of the real problem, yeah?"

Jeanne's eyes softened with gratitude as she gazed at the two knights. "Saint George... Gilles... I knew you'd come. Their courage has bought us the opening we needed."

She lifted her flag, eyes fixed ahead on the darkened castle. "Now, we finish this."

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Two legendary knights faced each other beneath a clouded sky. On one side stood Artoria Pendragon, the once and future King of Knights, clad in shining silver armor, Excalibur gleaming with golden resolve in her hand. Across from her loomed Lancelot, twisted by madness, his darkened armor pulsating with corrupted mana. In his grip, he held Arondight, now jagged and warped by the torment within him.