"Huh? It hasn’t even been a full day, and Alaya already uploaded a second video?"
Roya was astonished.
The first video, The Avenging Witch, had been absurdly high-quality.
It effortlessly surpassed 99% of films on the market.
And it felt so real—as if soone had traveled back in ti with a cara to docunt everything firsthand.
It was an imrsive, eyewitness-level experience!
Countless netizens speculated that Jeanne d’Arc must have privately commissioned it, spending millions of euros to recreate the story of the naless hero who had once saved her.
The video was likely a cinematic adaptation of their shared past, with only the most intense scenes edited for public release.
It was practically the most romantic confession imaginable!
"Shouldn’t they release the full, unedited movie instead?" Roya muttered, puzzled.
Less than a day had passed since Jeanne d’Arc publicly confird the video’s authenticity at the press conference.
No matter what kind of hype it is, it needs so ti to fernt.
Wait until the buzz reaches its peak before releasing the full version of the movie.
At that ti, it will undoubtedly break box office records, selling at least several billion—or even tens of billions—of euros in terrifying ticket sales.
"Could it be that this uploader, Alaya, isn’t from France?"
Illya rubbed her round little belly while responding to her best friend’s confusion.
"Ah, that might actually be possible!"
Roya’s eyes lit up.
This was just one of countless speculations.
With the Age of Heroes descending, many speculated that it was humanity’s collective consciousness, Alaya, wanting humans to undergo a second evolution of life.
From ordinary creatures to energy beings!
Now, with Alaya using Chronicle of the Naless Heroic Spirit as a dium to unveil the pasts of various heroes, does it an the true Age of Heroes—where anyone can beco a hero—has arrived?
Roya shouted toward the kitchen, "Souma, co quick and look!"
"Look at what?"
Souma replied casually, chopsticks in hand.
The cheerful voice of the mischievous child rang out: "Alaya just posted a second video!"
Clatter—
The chopsticks in his hand suddenly fell to the floor.
His previously relaxed and cheerful expression froze instantly.
Two videos in one day?
Souma felt his temples throbbing violently.
Damn, even a donkey in a production brigade isn’t as hardworking as you!
"Alaya, even capitalists would bow before you. Can’t you just let rest for a few years?"
He felt utterly speechless.
It was like waking up to soone crouching in front of you, saying—
"Master, you can’t rest yet~"
After traversing all of human history, crossing countless parallel worlds, working for Alaya for countless years, and safeguarding humanity’s foundation who-knows-how-many tis, he still hadn’t been let off the hook.
Damn it!
I have so choice words I must say!
Souma wiped his hands, pulled out his phone, and clicked on the new video that had already taken the top spot.
The beginning was the sa as before—
[Chronicle of the Naless Heroic Spirit!]
[Your na may be forgotten by history, but your deeds will echo through eternity!]
The two lines of text left him with mixed emotions.
If you really liked , would you exploit so relentlessly?
Reading this introduction felt like hearing soone say—
"Being able to work 24/7 is your blessing! Many people don’t even get this opportunity!"
"Do you want housing prices to be low? Jobs to be easy to find? No pressure at all? The girl you like to say yes the mont you confess?"
"Surely not, surely not, surely not?"
Damn it, one day I’ll hunt you down!
So, who’s the protagonist of this second exposé video?
Suppressing his impatience, Souma pressed play.
Countless comnts instantly flooded the screen—
-[FIRST!!!]
-[Holy crap, look what I just stumbled upon!]
-[Alaya is amazing, I love you so much! Which hero are you exposing this ti?]
-[Now this is the efficiency a production brigade donkey should have! All you slackers better take notes!]
-[@Cat-Eared Girl, I’m talking to you—hurry up and update!]
...
The barrage of comnts was overwhelming.
Souma had to set the comnt filter to maximum just to watch the video without distraction.
The screen slowly brightened.
This ti, there was a steady, powerful narration—
[In the 5th century AD, the British Isles descended into chaos following the fall of the Roman Empire.]
[King Uther, defeated by the Vile King Vortigern, pinned his hopes on the next generation.]
"King Uther and his court mage rlin used the bloodline of the British throne and the incarnation of Britain as the Red Dragon to create a child destined to be king."
"Her na is—Artoria Pendragon!"
A petite figure clad in armor, wearing a helt, appeared at the center of the video.
Through the helt, one could glimpse her golden locks.
And a pair of erald-green eyes!
"Heh, so it is you after all," Jeanne d’Arc murmured from her throne.
She swirled the red wine in her glass, her lips stained crimson like blood, exuding an extraordinary beauty.
After Alaya released the first exposure video, her previously sealed mories had begun gradually returning.
Countless battles drenched in blood, countless monts of life and death shared, countless tis—
Fighting over that infuriatingly charming man.
All these mories ca flooding back!
Jeanne d’Arc had made those remarks at the press conference precisely to provoke these people and uncover the one who had willingly remained naless all along.
"Tch, that man always exudes that damnable charm. Could he really be the so-called ’Crown of Beauty’?"
She took a delicate sip of red wine.
Previously, after [Naless] sacrificed his own Saint Graph to restart the Earth,
He also vanished from everyone’s mories.
But after Alaya released the video, the mories of those involved would return.
Jeanne’s golden eyes fixed intently on the screen.
Once this video was exposed, that naless heroic spirit would beco known to many more...
...
Britain, the Pri Minister’s residence.
After a full day of handling official duties, Mordred finally stopped, utterly fed up.
Even as a heroic spirit, one couldn’t work day and night without rest!
Did they think she was that wise king who could work himself to death?
Gawain, who had been assisting her with the workload, suddenly projected a video onto the office screen. "Alaya has released a second video."
"Oh? Who is it this ti?"
Mordred crossed her legs, lounging in a completely relaxed manner.
"It seems to be... our King!"
Gawain frowned slightly as the golden-haired, armored figure appeared on the screen.
After the Battle of Camlann fifteen hundred years ago,
He had always believed he was responsible for the King’s death and had sworn on his deathbed—
"If there is ever another chance, a second life, I will dedicate everything to my King!"
Thus, Gawain would never allow anyone to slander the King.
Never!
"I get it now. This is all a sche by that French saint!"
Mordred suddenly sprang up, furious. "The first video—she fabricated a naless heroic spirit to fulfill her own romantic fantasy of staying single forever!"
"And this second video? She must be trying to slander Father!"
Realizing this, she instantly grasped just how despicable that dark saint truly was.
That woman had marched onto the battlefield at sixteen, never having experienced love.
Then, after manifesting as a heroic spirit in the 21st century, she beca the all-powerful Emperor of France.
A dark saint who loved nothing more than "Jeanne-style disdain"—such actions were hardly surprising coming from her!
"Uh... what if the video really was released by Alaya?"
Bathed in sunlight, Gawain suddenly voiced his doubt.
Under the sun, his power tripled, and even his vague intuition sharpened considerably.
"Hahaha, as if!"
Mordred burst into laughter, looking at him with absolute confidence. "If that naless heroic spirit really exists, I’ll eat your potato mash every single day!"
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