He ran into the chapel without encountering any obstruction, he entered a large chapel, there were already candles and flowers, even strange liquids, it was definitely a place where the Enlightenment Church's sacrifice took place. He was on high alert when entering here... and indeed he was not wrong.

Marguerite was waiting here, she carried two familiar daggers as weapons, she jumped down from the ceiling to attack him, he used his sword to block but his left arm was cut, blood was oozing out, he could only use his remaining right hand to fight.

"What a surprise, we meet again..." [Marguerite]

"What did you do to her?!" [Anatole]

"You're too hasty, first of all I don't understand why you survived that hit..." [Marguerite]

"It's useless to ask." [Anatole]

"You're still so stubborn..." [Marguerite]

She used Arcane skills towards him, but he quickly blocked them with his sword.

"You've improved, but can you hurt me?" [Marguerite]

She piled up more attacks, but before she could do anything, he rushed forward and slashed her with his sword several times. She was caught off guard and dropped the daggers in her hands, she was in pain and had to retreat...

"Maybe these tricks won't work on you anymore..." [Marguerite]

She then took out a needle from her body containing a strange compound. As if realizing something, Anatole rushed forward to stop her but it was too late...

After injecting it into her wrist, she suddenly screamed violently, her body gradually transformed into a... monster that if there was an artist here, he was sure it would be like the ones created by John Kenn.

The monster was quite familiar, he was sure he had seen this thing somewhere before...but in the end there would be no fear, only a quiet sigh. The sword was raised with the last arm, the wrist relaxed... the sword was pointed towards the creature... took a deep breath... sharp eyes locked on the monster... he had to take it down once and for all...

{This is the boss of this event and Phase 2}

In a moment, when the monster unleashed a powerful explosion that blew away the entire chapel, as if by reflex, he crouched down, his feet ready to jump.

...

There was no clear sound after that, time seemed to have stopped... Anatole followed the force of the explosion to jump higher than the monster, he got into a swinging stance, the sword at that moment was glowing with a strange and shiny light as if all the power had been poured into this finishing blow. When he swung his sword, everything happened so quickly...

...

When he woke up, a strange hallucination appeared before his eyes, a mysterious woman before his eyes, he only remembered that she only smiled at him.

"You're not dead...wake up..." [???]

The woman's voice rang out and she gradually faded away... then a sharp pain came over him, half-conscious, and then he was able to regain consciousness...

"I thought I would lose you again today..." [Nicholas]

The priest helped him up, his legs were no longer moving.

When he stood up, he saw clearly that Marguerite was lying on the floor bleeding profusely, dying from a deep slash, he used the sword as a crutch and staggered towards Marguerite, Nicholas also helped him to get there.

It was still raining outside, the roof had been blown away by the explosion earlier.

Drenched in blood, he knelt down and gently lifted Marguerite up, noticing that she was still breathing a little.

"You won... I predicted this would happen..." [Marguerite]

"Did you inject her with that stuff back then...?" [Marguerite]

"Yes, I think you can guess what it is... it is a substance that releases and stimulates the Arcanum in the body of Arcanists... perhaps you have seen its effects... another result of Manus Vindictae..." [Marguerite]

"But why did you do that to the girl? What sin did she commit...?" [Anatole]

"Haha... you and that priest have been in contact with her for so long and you don't know... have you tried looking at the right side of her face...?" [Marguerite]

"The right side... this..." [Anatole]

He suddenly realized something.

"She has been suffering from that incurable disease for a long time, the amount of Arcanum in her body is gradually increasing, causing her health to gradually deteriorate, both her memory and her physical strength... sooner or later she will gradually die in pain... I injected her with that so that she can die in a less painful way..." [Marguerite]

Father Nicholas could only remain silent after hearing this, he felt even more sorry for his daughter, he could not bear it, he just collapsed without saying a word...

"No matter what... in the end, you didn't choose to sacrifice her, right?" [Anatole]

"Yes..." [Marguerite]

"A somewhat humane decision for someone like you... but why did you decide to do this?" [Anatole]

"Perhaps... I want to atone for my sins? Even though I know that my death cannot make up for what I have done... but I don't want to live like this anymore... I have been a bad person for long enough, isn't it funny?" [Marguerite]

"Perhaps you have endured more than I thought...but I understand that what you said is the truth. I respect your final decision, no matter who can accept this, I will accept this atonement." [Anatole]

"Haha...I am crying...really...I can't stop crying...how pathetic isn't it? Looking closely, I see that you are just like her..." [Marguerite]

"When death comes, you can almost shake off all responsibilities...let yourself be yourself and that is not pathetic at all. I will always respect people like you." [Anatole]

"Thank you for taking care of Emilie in her last days for me...for fulfilling her dream for me...I believe that God will save your soul..." [Nicholas]

"Thank you...I hope you can fulfill my last wish...dedicate me to the Mother Arcana." [Marguerite]

Then Anatole gently picked her up and placed her on the sacrificial platform, he laid her down on the table, closed her eyes and then lit the fire... ending the life of a liar who had passed away honestly all her life. By then the sky was already light.

"You have devoted your life to serving the ideals and beliefs you hold dear with your life, I truly admire those who have the courage like you and this final kindness...Reposez en paix (Rest in peace)." [Anatole]

But Mother Arcana could only take her body...because her soul belonged to freedom.