Rémy started to leave the village, but he became confused; in fact, he was shocked as he realized he had returned to where he had left. "Some kind of spatial magic? That's the only thing that comes to my mind," Rémy questioned himself. He couldn't see any other explanation but some kind of space-involved magic. Deciding to take action, Rémy ran with all his speed.

"Again?" Rémy said in the same place he had run from, looking at the sign. "Do I have to repent? But for what?" Rémy was confused but realized that what was written on the sign had something to do with his current situation. "Alright, I have to repent. But repent for what?" He searched his mind but couldn't think of anything except some vague things.

"Alright. I repent for not fulfilling my role as someone who should protect Jeanne," Rémy said, genuinely remorseful. There was no way not to repent, as he would do it if he could turn back time. "Now is everything back to normal? Shouldn't I enter the kingdom of heaven or something?" he asked, confused but realizing he was still in the same place. However, he didn't notice that someone was approaching him.

"I see you wield a spear. How about a little fight? I'll try not to win easily," the man approaching seemed to want to challenge Rémy to a friendly combat, but his approach was arrogant, showing no trace of humility.

"Really? Sorry, but you won't be able to defeat me. Besides, I'm busy, and I don't have time for fights now," Rémy said confidently. He no longer felt the arrogant thoughts that had previously plagued him, being sure that this man wouldn't be able to harm him, even if he tried.

"I know my presence is very intimidating, but don't be a simple weakling." The man ignored Rémy's refusal, wanting to challenge him just to prove he was better than anyone wielding a spear.

"Hey? Since you want a beating so much, I'm fine with it," Rémy got annoyed with this person and decided to show his immense and inhuman strength to prove that he was superior and intimidating. "I see you've put aside some of your weakness, but I'll see how long you last." The man advanced with his spear toward Rémy, but he didn't attack with all his strength, believing he would easily win.

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"Temptation!" The white-haired woman, better known as the Blood Duchess, Carmilla, was tempted to kill a young woman who had cut herself on the table, with drops of blood falling. The sight of the blood drops on the table was an irresistible temptation for Carmilla. "How can this useless girl waste her own blood like this?" Carmilla licked her red lips, feeling an immense thirst.

Every drop of blood that fell on the table called Carmilla to quench her thirst. "Tempting, but I will keep my word, even if he's not here, I will keep it, but it'll be for a short time. So, appear quickly." Carmilla smiled, looking at the drops of blood falling.

"Well, I'll take a walk to get out of here." Carmilla started walking towards the exit, but as she passed through it, she realized she had returned to where she had first appeared. "Hm... Who could have put this kind of magic here?" Carmilla went back to the exit, where she saw a sign written to repent. "What kind of thing is this? A religious sect, perhaps?" Carmilla couldn't help but playfully ask herself what she should repent for. "Repent for drinking too much blood? I see no reason to repent." Carmilla ignored what the sign said and went to a table, sitting near the food. No one cared as everyone was eating like crazy, with insatiable hunger, as if they had never seen food in their lives.

"Ah, you fool! Take this as a lesson!" A woman of imposing presence, clad in black armor, pale golden hair flowing like rays of sun, confronted an visibly angry citizen. He didn't seem intimidated by the dominant presence of the woman in front of him; his only motivation was the thirst for revenge against her. Jeanne Alter noticed the furious look of the citizen and responded with a teasing smile: "Oh, are you angry? Too bad your anger has no effect here, you fool!"

With impressive dexterity, Jeanne Alter landed a kick on the citizen's face, who immediately passed out. "You're always so rude, couldn't you be kinder to the people you once saved?" A bored and sarcastic voice echoed around. Jeanne Alter immediately changed her expression upon hearing the familiar voice. "You're here? I don't want to hear that from you, who said you'd kill your entire people if they didn't obey you the way you wanted." She gave a challenging look toward a dark corner of the street, from where emerged a woman with the same pale golden hair, dressed in an imposing Victorian-era armor and firmly holding a sword.

"I am their leader, and I need to make decisions for their own good," the woman declared, approaching Jeanne Alter with determination. "I see. Now I'll leave this idiotic city, there's nothing for me here. Of course, I plan to cause a little destruction." Jeanne Alter turned her back to the woman, oscillating between the desire to set everything around her on fire or pierce each individual with her flag. The woman's voice sounded calm and firm: "Let's see how you plan to leave."

"King Arthur, I've told you before, don't underestimate me. I've already figured out what's going on even before you appeared here," Jeanne Alter retorted, showing her indomitable spirit. Without hesitation, she pushed her spear straight into the head of the citizen she had been arguing with, revealing her propensity for violence as a quick solution to her problems.

"Repent? Doesn't seem likely. I'm getting out of here and destroying everything!" Jeanne Alter opted for old-fashioned brute force, which she considered more efficient. For a moment, a trace of doubt and remorse passed through her heart, but it was quickly swept away by the storm of emotions consuming her, and the flames began to dance around her, reflecting the turmoil in her soul.

"That's why you're trapped in this place, you won't repent," observed the figure of Artoria Alter, now called King Arthur, with a mix of understanding and disdain in her voice. "Don't bother me then. Will you have fun, or will you just stand there?" Jeanne Alter asked, curious about what Artoria Alter would do in the face of her next action. "I don't feel like going around killing everyone, I'll leave that to you, who has an obsession with burning and impaling people," Artoria answered without much interest, looking for a place to sit, her elegant posture denoting serenity beneath the exterior turmoil.

"Great, more fun for me!" Jeanne Alter exclaimed fervently, momentarily ignoring the internal anguish trying to manifest. She felt torn between the desire for revenge and the need for redemption. However, with one final determined look toward Artoria Alter, she unleashed her power fully, allowing the flames of her soul to burn intensely, unleashing the destruction consuming her.

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