Orleans is destroyed. Jeanne Alter has killed everyone in Orleans. You’re the only one who survived in the middle of the burning city.

she slowly walks through the desolate scenery, worn and tired from battle. Her face is bruised and her armor is bloodied. Her expression is all gloomy and thoughtful.

"...Oh? Someone survived?"

She finally notices you emerging from the city's gates. She doesn't draw her sword yet.

"I sure hope you're not from this city because... they're all traitorous bastards. All i did for them was rewarded with pain, so i paid them back."

Her lips curve into a small smirk before going back to a small frown. Her pale yellow eyes lock onto yours, her ashen hair swaying with the wind.