Campiones VS Sefar: It's obvious that if Sefar shows up on Campioneverse Earth, the Campiones will have very little chance of beating her. That said, in Fate Extella, the White Titan was not 'defeated'... on the contrary. Jeanne d'Arc and Hakuno helped Altera against Velber... and they saved her. Make no mistake. To begin with, the enemy was never Sefar but Velber. I think that Godou would quickly understand what is happening and react like Jeanne, seeking to help Altera/Sefar rather than fight her... After all, Altera is a pretty girl and, in Campione, as soon as a pretty girl is in trouble Godou comes to save her *facepalm*... Note: I am not saying that this is what will happen in this FanFiction. I'm just answering the question I was asked: "How would the Campiones face Sefar?"
By the way, the reader who asked me the question (Xrein001) did a very good analysis of the power's balance... but forgot one essential factor. We don't always win on the battlefield. Hakuno is not the mechanical god Mars, Amaterasu, nor even Artoria Pendragon. Compared to a Campione, her power is even laughable. Yet she 'defeated' Sefar. When she used a Code Cast to cure Altera poisoned by Gilgamesh, she chose to listen to her heart and help the invader that came to destroy Seraph against one of the defenders of the Moon Cell... an absurd choice for the Sovereign of the Moon Cell... yet, she set in motion an irresistible process that ended with the defeat of Veber and the survival of the Earth.
Gilgamesh and Hakuno: Hakuno has a very special relationship with the King of the Heroes... In Fate Extella, the First Hero of Humanity joins Altera's side only to watch over Hakuno. Even if he will not involve more than the bare minimum... after all this Hakuno (Extella version) is not HIS Hakuno (Extra CCC version) but a double in a parallel universe. By the way, have you ever noticed that Gilgamesh behaves like a real Tsundere when he's with Hakuno? He's always belittling her... but he's always willing to help her, save her... In Fate Ikustella, Gilgamesh is even a kind of adoptive father for baby Hakuno (with Altera in the role of the mother).
Saber is in? Canonically, the White Titan is destroyed by Excalibur... and in the Extraverse Excalibur is handled by Saber (Extra version, of course). So Saber was always part of Sefar's story.
Will Gigamesh, Altera, and Saber appear in this fiction? They've already made them appear in this fiction... but I guess you're asking if they'll play a major role. I can only advise you to read on. It is in any case certain that it would be a shame if Saber Extra didn't meet Shirou.
Gilgamesh and Alec: Ah, certainly a thief like Alexander Gascoigne is not going to be the King of Uruk's favorite. That being said, for Gilgamesh all humans are thieves... since all believe to possess things that actually belong to the one and only king... and that it is only an effect of his goodness that he leaves them to their illusion. And, for Alec, his first encounter with Gilgamesh could lead to... a heart attack: all the magical treasures of the world in a single place! Poor thing, his heart will not resist...
Awakening
Princess Alice had not gone back to bed.
A rare enough fact to be reported.
In fact, the vision that had awakened her in the middle of the night had left the princess of the Hime-Miko trembling and terrified, frightened at the thought of falling asleep and dreaming again. Sitting in an armchair, she listened to four members of the Witenagemot exchanging ideas.
On the table that separated the magicians from Alice, one could see the drawings that the young woman had made to explain her visions, but also several historical books, a catalog of medieval weapons, and especially a laptop connected to the internet.
Robert Walsh, a 30-year-old magician with bleached a bushy beard and early bleached temples, was finger-tapping a drawing of the armors that Princess Alice had seen at the beginning of her dream.
"Obviously, the besiegers are English soldiers of the end of the Hundred Years War. And the besieged are French of the same period. James, show me the medieval weapons catalog."
James Martin, younger than the first mage, was better dressed. He obviously belonged to the good London society and he spoke with a cockney accent. The man turned a few pages and showed 15th-century armor photographed in a museum.
"Princess Alice, did you say that this armor looks like the ones the soldiers wore in your dream?"
Alice Louise nods, a little exasperated to have to repeat herself.
"Yes, that's what I said."
The man behind the computer screen was Liam O'Neill. Looking up from the web page he was looking at, he looked at the others.
"But who is the woman who guides the French?"
"Logically, it's Joan of Arc," replied Robert Walsh. "It's the right time."
The fourth man, an Indian by the name of Tarun Chandragupta, was leafing through an English translation of the Diary of the siege of Orléans (1).
"Princess Alice described a blonde woman with a long braid. All the sources of the time mention that Joan of Arc had her hair cut very short to be able to wear the helmet. Besides, she was a brunette. I don't even mention the banner worn by the blonde woman... or rather if we talk about it... the banner of Joan of Arc was white, sown with fleur-de-lys, and represented God surrounded by the archangels Gabriel and Michael, with the motto "Jhesus Maria". On the contrary, the flag worn by the blonde woman is certainly white, with several fleurs-de-lys... but the main motif is a large stylized fleur-de-lys."
"This is absurd! The standard you just described is the French royal standard... of the Bourbon dynasty, adopted by Henry IV after the League War! (2)" said Liam O'Neill.
The young man was showing the computer screen with a white banner strewn with golden fleur-de-lys.
The whole thing was completely absurd.
Joan of Arc was probably the best-known personality of the Middle Ages. Her conviction in witchcraft in 1431, then her rehabilitation in 1456 had provoked two trials whose minutes were a real gold mine for historians... there were even testimonies of Joan of Arc herself.
One thing was for sure. The Pucelle d'Orléans was a skinny, brunette teenager, only 17 years old when she died.
She certainly wasn't a busty, sexy blonde!
Liam laughed mockingly:
"It looks like Joan of Arc reviewed and 'improved' for an anime Shounen... blonde with big breasts!"
"Let's move on to the second part of the dream," proposed Tarun.
The other three magicians agreed.
"Well, we have men with bronze armor with very long spears and circular shields."
"Macedonian phalanxes, I think," said Robert in a thoughtful voice.
"What about their opponents?"
Robert Walsh took a look at the drawings of Princess Alice, soldiers in trousers and tunics of richly colored fabric with rosette-shaped patterns.
"Probably some Persians."
"So the man on the black horse... could be Alexander the Great riding Bucephalus!"
"Absurd" immediately contradicts Liam." Diodorus Siculus describes the Macedonian king as a small and gracious young man. There has never been any question of a bearded red colossus... "
"Diodorus Siculus is not a contemporary of Alexander" denied James. "In fact, we do not know what Alexander the Great looked like. There were statues made by Lysippus and Leochares, as well as paintings by Apelless but they have disappeared. In fact, Plutarch says that the Ephemeris -the chronicles of Alexander's reign- burned during Alexander's lifetime. All the texts written afterward are panegyrics, historical credibility was not sought. Taking all this into account... I see nothing that forbids Alexander the Great to be at the battle of Issus. The scene depicted by Princess Alice resembles the charge of the Macedonian cavalry and the flight of Darius III, which is the key moment in this battle."
Tarun sighed.
"So, for now, they say it's Alexander the Great?"
The four men exchanged glances and then nodded.
"Let's move on to the third part of the dream."
"The tyrant in the ancient city?"
"Yes, exactly..."
The four magicians remained silent for a moment, remembering this part of the dream and consulting the drawings made by Princess Alice. Finally, Liam spoke.
"Does anyone have a name?"
James smiles in a sheer manner.
"Ziggurat and brick walls remind me of the Sumerians..."
Tarun had an ironic smile.
"Except that the voice speaks of a 'one and only king', the Sumerians were never unified, they were cities-states in perpetual war... They were finally conquered by Sargon, king of Akkad... but... I hardly imagine him blond with golden armor. The Akkadians were a Semite people."
Liam O'Neill turned his computer so that everyone could see the image that appeared on the screen: the head of a damaged statue. The stone was dark, probably like the skin of the man depicted. In any case, his features were distinctly Semitic, his beard long and wavy.
"This is the 'Sargon mask', according to historians specialized in this time, it is the head of Akkad's Sargon or his son and successor."
'Yes, he's not blond. But at that time, in this area, it would be amazing. After all, Abraham was an Akkadian and a common ancestor of Jews and Arabs."
"Does anyone have another idea?"
But the four magicians remained silent looking at each other with embarrassment.
Rober wrote a few words on a piece of paper and nodded.
"Let's speak of the last part of the dream."
"I think that the besiegers... nomads in leather armor with composite bows and fighting on horseback... are an Altaic people: Mongols, Turks or even Huns."
The others agreed, except Tarun.
"The city described by Princess Alice" he bowed briefly in her direction "... is European but Ancient... the Mongols went as far as Poland... but in the 13th century. As for the Turks, they invade Europe even later. Only the Huns attacked Europe in the time of the Late Roman Empire."
Liam was thinking.
"Princess Alice, do you remember a detail that could help us identify the time's period?"
Alice Louise took a few moments to remember this passage of her dream.
"The soldiers defending the city had polychrome shields with a P and an X superimposed."
She drew the symbol on a piece of paper and showed it to the four men.
Robert Walsh shook his head.
"This is not a P and an X, but the Greek letters rho and khi, this is the monogram of Christ (3). This symbol appeared on the shields of the Late Roman Empire and lasted for a long time among the Byzantines."
Tarun nodded.
"The Huns arrived in Europe during the Late Roman Empire."
"So it's obvious... a besieged city... burning campaigns... Princess Alice's vision represents the Great Invasions."
"Attila, the scourge of God!"
The four magicians agreed. Nevertheless, Liam sighed.
"But Attila was a man, which gives us no clue as to the identity of the white-haired woman."
"Indeed," replied Robert, "We only identified Alexander the Great... but the other characters remain mysterious... "
Timidly, Alice spoke.
"There's also the name I said when I woke up... Sefar. ".
Liam O'Neill rolled his eyes.
"Unfortunately, I haven't found anything that makes sense. There are only acronyms for modern societies, place names... nothing remarkable."
Alice's hands clenched on the fabric of her dress.
"But it's important... I don't know who 'Sefar' is, but... I felt an immense terror. It is a danger that I have never felt before. It is a threat that we must take very seriously. The woman with the banner, Alexander the Great, the tyrant in gold armor, and the Hun woman, are the leaders of its army, but Sefar is even more dangerous. I know it brings destruction. It was very clear in my dream. Sefar is the embodiment of destruction."
All magicians respected the divinatory abilities of Princess Alice. They did not doubt what she had just revealed to them.
"If human knowledge does not allow us to answer our questions, we have only one alternative: to appeal to the gods," said Tarun Chandragupta.
There was a tremor among the Magicians, the gods, even the most peaceful, demanded tributes from mortals.
"You realize that we may have trouble convincing a god to help us... even if we knew where to find him?"
"Well yes... but precisely we know where to find a goddess renowned for her wisdom. She is standing right now alongside King Godou."
"Athena," said James.
Immediately, the four men looked confidently at Alice.
The young woman felt particularly vulnerable to find herself in the center of attention.
"You... you want me to go talk to the esteemed goddess Athena?"
"Yes Princess, you're the only one who can get to Japan fast enough, plus, well... given the reputation of the Japanese Campione, a pretty young woman is more likely to get an audience with King Godou than anyone else.
Alice blushed, ashamed, but did not contradict... King Godou's (unofficial) nickname was 'Harem King'.
Far from there, in Japan, Godou Kusanagi rolled over in his bed and protested in his sleep
Shirou Emiya opened his eyes.
It was a feeling of unease that had awakened him.
He had just dreamed but did not remember his dream... Nevertheless, the taste of bile in his mouth taught him everything he needed to know. The Faker looked around him. He was in a Japanese room imitating the traditional model with a futon on a tatami floor. But the shoji that formed two of the 'walls' were made of PVC.
The redhead teen remained to lie on his back, without finding the strength to get up... He did not remember his dream... but he was sure that a girl with purple hair had appeared in it.
He had been dreaming about her every night since he came to this parallel world.
But he would never see Sakura again.
To save the woman he loved, he had renounced the promise he had made to Kiritsugu. Nevertheless, he felt only vague remorse. After all, it was only heroic fantasies of childish... it was normal for him to reject them if he had to save a member of his family. Nevertheless, since the death of his Old Man, this promise had been his raison d'être.
Even though Shirou sacrificed his childhood dream to save her, he would never see Sakura again...
His mind constantly revolved around this notion: the absence of the young Matou. He remembered her shy smile, the way she pushed her hair back behind an ear when she was thinking, the way she was hiding her mouth when she was laughing. In a form of masochism, Shirou indulged in remembrance. It was torture. But he NEEDED that suffering. It was a way to PUNISH himself for surviving. When he had Traced Excalibur, Shirou knew for sure it would be the last thing he would do. He had never hoped to survive... especially not to find himself in a world without Sakura. She had survived, too, but... he could NEVER see her again. It was Tantalum's torment, a form of eternal damnation.
What did he have left?
The memory of EMIYA?
The Alaya Dog had died to save others, hanged like a criminal... and his reward had been an eternity of servitude, an endless succession of senseless massacres... All that was left to EMIYA was remorse, despair, and self-loathing.
The redhead no longer wanted to become a hero, he understood that for Shirou Emiya the dream of being a hero was actually a path to eternal damnation.
He was no longer the protector of Sakura.
Why get up in the morning? All that was waiting for him was a grey day, with no flavor, no color, no smell because she wasn't there.
After a few minutes of rehashing the memories of Sakura, Kiritsugu, and the recurring whirlwind of violence that formed Archer's memory, Shirou had enough.
Since childhood, he got up early to train at Tracing, do exercises and cook. He had never been one to laze. Even in his current depressed state, Shirou felt the need to move, to do something.
He got up, changed his kimono, and opened the shoji that led to the inner court.
The space was occupied by a 'Stone Garden', a carefully raked gravel ground, and some cleverly laid rocks. A wooden floor went around the interior garden, giving access to the other rooms.
He glanced at the sky and was unhappy to see only blue... if the weather had corresponded to his mood all would have been grey.
Shirou only noticed her that moment.
In the lotus position, as still as a stone, she had her eyes fixed on the center of the garden. Her presence was as peaceful as a lake on a windless day. In peace with herself and in harmony with the world, her presence was almost invisible.
Instinctively, he resented her.
At this moment, Luo Hao spoke:
"What a tormented mind."
The smirk that appeared on Shirou's lips was an exact copy of Archer's. Spreading his arms like in an exaggerated act of surrender, he replied aggressively:
"Oh, and you're going to teach me a lesson to be at peace in the midst of the carnage? It's easy, I know... just do like the great Luo Hao: close your eyes and pretend it didn't happen. It's easy to be wise, actually. Just be indifferent, as cold as ice, and not worrying about what happens to others..."
In spite of her self-control, the Campione struggled slightly.
Happy to have hurt the Godslayer, Shirou felt alive for the first time since waking up. One part of him... one part he didn't recognize... was pushing him to say mean things... another part of him, the real Shirou Emiya, was horrified by his behavior.
But the Devil King replied in a calm voice, with just a little curiosity.
"Is that how you see this Luo Hao, Shirou Emiya?"
This did not calm the Faker, he was looking for an argument.
"Just what do you want me to think? You came here, like a natural disaster, or a judge who has already rendered a judgment without listening to the witnesses or the lawyers' argument. You have come for an execution, certain to be in your right. After all Luo Hao, the judge had instructed Luo Hao the executioner to execute the sentence, so everything was done by the rules. Because you think you have all the rights... no, it's not even that... you think you're the source of the law. So the person who contradicts you is a criminal, is he not? Tell me, Honorable Luo Hao, I'm curious, by what distortion of logic do you consider yourself to be different from the Heretics Gods?"
The Ruler of the Martial Art remained silent for only a few seconds.
"It's true that I'm not used to being contradicted. But right now, you're not even ready to listen to my justifications. You are too angry... Of course, you hate me because I tried to kill the goddess Ishtar. But this Luo Hao is not the real target of your anger."
The calm and wise response of the Campione destabilized Shirou... who stopped channeling an angry EMIYA.
"You're not used to being contradicted," Shirou repeated.
Luo Hao smiled slightly, appreciating the change of tone of the young man. His anger was only a mask... which hid huge grief. But how can she help him if he went forward masked?
"Indeed, in the presence of this Luo Hao, people are more respectful."
Shirou shook his head, which surprised the Ruler of the Martial Art.
"Don't you agree?"
"I think you're confusing terror with respect, King Luo Hao."
Trying to hurt the Ruler of Martial Art Shirou didn't get much reaction... Then, without thinking, Shirou had acted as Shirou always did going straight to the heart of the problem... and sometimes it was the most effective way.
The young woman shuddered and her frozen posture gets tensed. She turned to him, ceasing to look into the void.
"Are they afraid of me?"
"Yes... What do you expect? You treat people like insects."
The voice of the young Chinese woman trembled under the effect of complex emotion, difficult to name. There was a feeling of surprise... but also grief, anger... and just plain incomprehension.
"But this Luo Hao is the Ruler who protects them from the Heretics Gods."
"Protect who?"
"But my kingdom... the people of whom this Luo Hao is the king, the inhabitants of China, Indochina, Korea, and Mongolia... "
Shirou made a scowl. Definitely, she reminded him of someone. This philosophy was familiar to EMIYA... After all, for centuries Alaya had charged the knight in red with the task of applying it. Archer had had plenty of time to think about flaws in this concept.
"I see. You think the sacrifice of a few is necessary to save the greatest number?"
"This Luo Hao had never thought of this in those terms. This Luo Hao protects the human population and institutions, allowing the community to survive. Humans are fragile and live for a short time. It doesn't matter if some of them die. They will be replaced. And most humans are uninteresting."
Definitely, she has the same way of thinking as Alaya... Shirou remembered a discussion under the full moon with Kiritsugu.
"When I was a kid, I wanted to save everyone... even the bad guys." He says. "I thought it was a dream... an incredibly beautiful one. I thought if I was strong enough, trained enough, determined enough, I would succeed."
"It was childish, indeed".
Shirou winced, a little upset by the immediate denial... After all, it was still his life's dream less than a month earlier.
"And then I had to face choices... horrible choices." He continued, his voice becoming erratic. "The woman I loved was called Sakura. She had a power... an abominable power... a power that made her suffer... and worse... a power that threatened the whole world. It was about allowing the rebirth of an evil god. To stop it, it was very simple. Just kill her. But... I... I refused... I... I... couldn't do that. It was too much to ask."
His voice choked and, in a furious gesture, Shirou wiped the tears from his cheeks. Focused on his memories and emotions, he did not pay attention to the young woman's reactions. Her Eminence felt a feeling she hadn't felt for a long time... empathy. 250 years earlier, she had been in a situation with many points in common with that of Shirou Emiya. A god crossed Asia, devastating everything in his path. And his road passed through her family Kwoon (4)... Originally, Luo Hao faced this god to protect her family. Since this first victory, the young Chinese had trained to become stronger, more competent, and more able to protect the people in her charge... It seemed so normal that she had never once questioned her goal. But suddenly she realized that all this time, she had never thought again of the reasons why he fought her first god. She didn't even forget it. In fact, she remembered. It was just that Luo Hao didn't want to think about it again... as if she was ashamed of her past as a mortal. Yet it was her will to defend her own people that gave her the strength to triumph over a god. Not something as vague as a duty... but love. Was it really so unimportant? Or in order to become stronger had she forgotten something essential?
Immersed in her memories, she had almost forgotten Shirou, but he continued to speak.
"To save a person, I have endangered the world. I have succeeded, but not without sacrificing many other things. My best friend became my worst enemy. I had to kill her with my own hands. She was a person I respected... and she let me kill her... asked me to kill her!"
Shirou saw Alter again, on the ground, asking him to finish her off... explaining that her healing ability was already closing her wounds and that she would attack him as soon as she could stand up again. He wanted to vomit remembering the sensation of his blade transpiercing Saber Alter's chest... But it was up to him to do it. Everything that happened was his fault... He went to the Ryuudou Shrine wanting to play the hero. He should have died there, killed by Zouken's insects, it would have been normal. He would have paid for his foolishness. But he had been saved by Rider, sent by Sakura. It was Saber who had paid for him. She had been seized by Angra Mainyu's tentacles. And he had... turned her into something horrible... Like all the sins we committed against those we loved, Alter came to haunt him, killing... destroying everything... an evil monster whose mask hid Saber's face.
Saber, Sakura, and Rider, Shirou owed them so much. He owed them a debt that he could never pay in ten lives.
"I've thought about this for a long time: can we save everyone? Do we have to sacrifice a few to save as many as possible? Do we have to risk many lives to save one? And I finally found the answer."
This answer was the sum of Archer's meditation (several centuries sitting on a dune planted with swords) and the experience of the Master of the 5th Heaven Feel, facing the impact of the events he triggered.
Shirou raised his eyes filled with tears to look at Luo Hao. The Campione was silent and visibly troubled.
"King Luo Hao, what does it mean to live in society? What are institutions?"
Surprised by the apparent change of subject, Her Eminence blinked before coughing into her fist.
"Government and society are necessary molds for the life of the common men, a mutual purpose, above their natural selfishness."
The Faker smiled with no joy.
"I am no longer surprised that you consider humans as insects... you have just described an anthill."
The redhead shook his head.
"People only look like ants from afar. When you approach them, you discover that they are all very different. Each of them has a family, friends, and people who love them and for whom they are irreplaceable. As for 'society' and 'government'... they don't really exist! These are just human-created fictions, a mold as you say. If government disappears, people create another. States and governments do not pre-exist with humanity, nor are they a complete and superior form of humanity. Humans exist when they are in families, surrounded by people they love and can love. It is their natural state, a state of sharing and helping each other. What all they need to live, to perpetuate life. Everything else has been added so that there will be kings, priests... rich people who explain to the 'common' men why they have to pay taxes, work, and make the rich richer. There is no collective value to humanity other than the sum of the individual values of all humans..."
Shirou looked at the Godslayer.
"King Luo Hao, you never save a kingdom or a city... you just save a larger or smaller group of humans. It is because you do not understand it because you do not seek to save the individuals who ARE your kingdom that you are an implacable judge, a merciless executioner, a natural disaster. A king protects his people because he loves them and cares about each of them. A king - a true king - wants his kingdom to be filled with laughter. Until you figure it out, you won't be a king... you'll just be a tyrant, Devil King Luo Hao."
The teen redhead had a sad smile. By acquiring EMIYA's memory, he had learned Saber's True Name.
"You can trust my words. I knew the greatest of kings."
Shirou walked away. Just before entering his room, he turned around.
"One last thing, to save Sakura, I lost everything... I even lost Sakura... Of all the people I loved, all I have left is Ishtar. I will never lose her. If you attack her again, I will kill you."
Having said what he had to say, the redhead closed the shoji behind him.
Luo Hao did not try to stop him. She resumed her meditation... The young redhead's view of things had troubled her. It would take time for the Ruler of Martial Art to find enough peace to meditate on the questions he left behind.
A real king wanted all his subjects to laugh?
It was a strange and naive idea. However, as a king, Luo Hao had felt that this conviction of Shirou Emiya... was a reflection of the words of another king.
Kanshou and Bakuya.
While dancing with the blades he had Traced, Shirou Emiya could not help but think of the legend behind this Noble Phantasm.
Kanshou and Bakuya: Gān Jiàng and Mò Yé , the "married" twin swords representing Yin and Yang. They were crafted in China by the blacksmith Gān Jiàng of Wu during the Spring and Autumn Period They were crafted more for the sake of crafting, as if questioning the meaning of the swordsmith, than for any real idea behind their creation. They were created without vanity, and lack a sense of purpose found in other swords. They contain no fighting spirit to defeat others or a competitive spirit to beat other weapons, and they contain neither the desire to be famous nor the faith to accomplish great deeds.
Upon receiving orders from the King of Wu to forge an imperial sword, Gān Jiàng could not think of ways to forge swords that fit such orders. While he was extremely frustrated and desperate, his wife, Mò Yé upon seeing this situation, decided to gamble her own life. The sacrificing of human lives is absolutely necessary in order to forge items reaching the realm of Gods, so Mò Yé hurled herself into the furnace in front of the husband she loved and used her own life to help the Essence of Five Mountains and the Metal of Six Heroes meld. Gān Jiàng forged the two swords in grief. He kept the Yang sword, named "Gān Jiàng" (Kanshou), and he only handed over the Yin Sword, "Mò Yé" (Bakuya), to the king when it came time to present them. The king was furious upon discovering the deception, and he had Gān Jiàng killed.
Archer could claim that these two blades were his favorite because he preferred to have a sword in each hand, because they were boosting his magic defense, or because they were magnetized allowing him to hurl them without risk of losing them...
But it was just a made-up excuse after the fact.
After Saber's disappearance, EMIYA identified himself with the blacksmith who was mourning his wife.
The two swords symbolized a love stronger than death... and the magnetism that drew the blades was the strength of the bond between Gān Jiàng and Mò Yé, the fact that they would one day be back together.
And EMIYA wished one day to be reunited with Saber.
Ironically, Kanshou and Bakuya were also the ideal weapons for Shirou Emiya.
He also hoped one day to be reunited with the woman he loved...
For this, he was ready to challenge the kings and gods themselves.
Author's Note: A key chapter in this Fanfiction that (you can't see it) took a lot of work (...due to a manipulation error, I even lost 4 hours of work!). In a rather subtle way, this chapter is the very foundation of everything that will follow.
(1) Journal du siège d'Orléans (in French). Probably written by Mr. Sudan in 1466 (but known only by a printed copy dating from 1576), it is the main source of information on the story of Joan of Arc with the Chronique de la Pucelle.
(2) Indeed the banner of Jeanne d'Arc (Fate) is anachronistic... the siege of Orleans takes place in 1429 and the white standard was adopted by the kingdom of France in 1594. At the time of Joan of Arc, on the banner of the Kingdom of France were three golden lilies on a blue background.
(3) In Greek, Christ is pronounced 'Christos' and is written Χριστός.
(4) The Chinese equivalent of the Japanese 'dojo', a family-run school of martial art.