[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

That was France/Lan/West in 420 A.D. The war had lasted for decades, and the enemy army invaded the border of France/Lan/West in one fell swoop, taking away a large piece of land that originally belonged to him.

The flames of war filled every region of the country, just as the king was seriously ill. For a while, the front line retreated steadily, and the rear was mixed with forces, making the situation even more chaotic.

I don't know how long it has been since now, in the village of Domremy, located on the border of the Champagne Ardennes and Lorraine regions, a sleeping girl woke up under a tree.

The young girl who had just woken up looked confused. Just as she opened her eyes, she was dazzled by the direct sunlight from the gaps in the branches and leaves. She was stunned and raised her hand subconsciously, as if she didn't know where she was at the moment.

In the distance are patches of rippling grassland and barren wheat fields, except for the slight movement of the breeze, there is no other sound.Such a strange silence makes the whole rural town present a strange peace.

However, this is only an appearance. Because of the continuous war and the breeding of bandits, some people started to rob houses. The residents in the village are no longer satisfied with the self-sufficiency of the past. It is worthy of the sweep of the enemy army and robbers like locusts passing through.

The village, in the north-east of France, is one of the small isolated regions still loyal to the Crown, surrounded by Burgundian territories allied with the British in an invasion.

During the girl's childhood, the village was attacked several times, one of which even set the village on fire.Later, due to lack of resources, many people took risks and left their hometowns, and the originally prosperous and lively villages gradually became deserted.

The shadow of the country will be sadly shrouded in everyone's heart. On the streets, you can only see the frowning residents hurrying, closing the doors in a hurry when it gets dark, and praying to God helplessly. He wished tomorrow a safe and sound day.

This kind of panic has lasted for decades, and the situation in France/France/Sea is really bad, and the people are almost in despair.

How to survive the outbreak of war has become the primary concern of every civilian.

The blurred vision gradually became clear, and the girl's consciousness blocked by sleep began to return.Janet, who was in a daze, was in a daze for several minutes before she suddenly came back to her senses and truly woke up.

"Oops! It's already this time! I have to go back to work quickly... It hurts!"

She hurriedly got up and ran out, but because she was absent-minded, she tripped over something and couldn't keep her balance. She stumbled for no reason. The 16-year-old girl muttered and got up again, inadvertently looking back to see what was lying on her In front of her, who would have thought that this glance would freeze her in place, staring at the silver long sword that suddenly appeared with an incredulous expression on her face.

"This is……"

miracle.

An almost determined voice came out of her mind, the girl Janet stared at the sword with her clear pupils, and the stupefied look on her dusty cheeks gradually subsided completely.

Janet lowered her eyes, tied up her messy hair, and stretched out her hands to raise the silver sword reverently.

She closed her eyes and listened quietly.

Ahh, I heard that.

The scarlet flames of war have been burning the earth, the strife has brought endless mourning, the dead souls are taken away by God, and the soil buries them, the wailing of the living scattered everywhere cannot be conveyed, the blood and tears of France/France/Sai ,as well as--

The sigh of the Lord.

"Die, die, die, die! You witch! You make old men lose their sons! Women lose their husbands! Children lose their fathers! It's all your fault! I'll curse you!! Die the restless and kind witch! Lord, please You save your people! Send this witch to hell!"

Same... also, see.

The people of the enemy country are cursing her, hating her, screaming to vent the hatred and anger of losing important people, but there are also people with good intentions who send important crosses to her hands for her to pray.

The girl stretched out her hand to caress her cheek in surprise. Are those tears shed because of the coming future?

It is impossible for her not to be afraid of such a future.

Are you crying because of this?

however--

Some people are indeed laughing because the war is finally over.

So, that kind of thing doesn't matter.

In order to win the future, go fight until you fall——this idea came to her mind very clearly at this moment.

Witnessing the miracle of the archangel, the girl favored by God decided to become a warrior at that moment, put on her armor, raised her weapon, abandoned herself, and challenged the hell of this world.

Just want to end the war, end the suffering.Since you are the chosen one, then you can't do it without "I".In other words, there is no more suitable candidate than "I".

She can change this devastated world, otherwise she can't save anyone except what she can do.

The girl who held such awareness in her arms showed a refreshing smile.

She returned to the farmhouse at home, took out a few crumpled and shriveled fruits as dry food, and planned to stay at the entrance of the village and wait for the rabbit.Sure enough, God did not disappoint her daily efforts to see through her eyes, and the person she was waiting for had indeed passed by here.

However, I always feel like I have forgotten something, but what is it?

The girl frowned and pondered for a moment, and finally gave up thinking about it discouragedly, but that sense of disobedience was always shrouded in her heart like a cloud.

Seeing a carriage with simple decoration approaching in a low-key manner from a distance, the young girl almost jumped up excitedly.

Janet mustered up the courage to stop a certain gentleman's car, but she was stopped by the guarding soldiers before she got close. While trying to avoid the soldiers' chasing, she shouted: "Please wait, Mr. France/Lan/Sie , I have brought the will of God!"

The girl was delighted to hear a "stop" command from inside the carriage.

The car door was pushed open from the inside out, and a hand with distinct knuckles first appeared in the field of vision, and then the girl Janet bumped into a pair of gentle light-colored pupils. Its owner had dazzling blond hair, the color was quite pure, Never mixed with any dimness.

The vigilant soldier was full of hesitation and scrutiny, as if he was still considering whether to expel the girl.

The two pairs of eyes with similar colors looked at each other quietly for a moment, and then the elegant man said, "Let her come here."

The girl who successfully broke through the siege thanked her quickly while running to the gentleman's frame.

"What's your name, girl?"

"Jeanne, sir."

"Huh? What a strange girl, this is not the place for a little girl like you..." Francis maintained a casual attitude, with a habitual frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth. No one knew what he was thinking. .

"Mr. France/Lan/Sie, I'm here for you."

Janet opened her eyes wide and stared at him sincerely. He could almost see the spring in Provence through her clear pupils.

"Let me help you, and ask you to become stronger again."

The smile on Francis' face disappeared suddenly, and he took a deep look at her a few times, seeing that her expression remained unchanged, and she was still almost stubbornly persistent, so he sighed helplessly.

"Little girl." Fa/Lan/Xi was obviously very distressed, "Although I don't know how you know me, it obviously has nothing to do with you. Wouldn't it be too incompetent for a girl to bear the bloody and heavy burden of war?" ?"

"But I'm not an ordinary girl, sir." Joan of Arc said confidently, her pupils were full of pious brilliance, "I who can listen to the voice of God, I am the messenger of God!"

Francis slowly opened his eyes wide, but after Joan's stomach growled, he turned his head considerately.

"Will God not fill the stomachs of his angels?"

The man called "Mr. France/Lan/Xi" laughed. He found some bread in the carriage and handed it to her. After being rejected by the other party, he was not angry.

Fa/Lan/Xi looked gentle and tolerant, calmly persuading this stubborn girl.

"When you're hungry, you have to eat. Girls have to take care of their bodies. Come on, listen to brother."

Without expressing her surprise at the unreliable words of the incarnation of this country, Joan tried her best to put aside her sense of shame, frowned and thought for a while, and then nodded as if realizing.

"I see, please wait a moment, I can prove that what I said is true."

Jeanne said seriously.

Then she put the end of the sword on her neck.

The man turned pale with fright, his terrified expression seemed to see his boss throwing away his majesty to do a lap dance, "Wait, wait, wait!! You don't understand anything at all! Don't get excited, just say something! I will Listen, you must calm down, girl?! Life is precious, oh, oh, by the way, your name is Zhen...Huh?"

"It's Joan, my name is Joan, Mr. France/Lan/Sie."

Cutting off her braids from the end of her hair like a burden, Joan gave him a confused look, and shook the hair from the back of her head like a large dog shaking off a body of water beautifully.

"Is it okay to go to the battlefield like this?!" Joan of Arc returned to the topic solemnly, "Please also introduce me to His Royal Highness, and give me a set of armor!"

Francis was dumbfounded.

"I don't want to feel this kind of stimulation again." Heaving a sigh of relief, F/Lan/Xi squeezed the center of his brows with a headache, and sighed softly from his throat like a compromise.

Seeing this, Joan immediately shoved the sword into his hand and explained: "If there is anything that can prove the identity of the messenger of my god, it is only time and this sword."

Francis stared at it suspiciously, and all his eyes were attracted at once.

This is an ingenious silver sword. The sharp sword is engraved with simple and elegant coat of arms. The whole body is slender and generous, and the overall design is very elegant.

Such an exquisite creation really shouldn't be carried around casually by a peasant girl.

So, is it true?

He couldn't help but look up at her. She had short, uneven hair, and she gave him a stupid smirk back.

Francis: "..."

There must be something wrong with me who would believe this girl, am I crazy because of too much pressure?

Francis held his forehead in pain.

Afterwards, he stretched out his hand to the girl, and said in a gentle voice, "Come on, Joan, I'll take you to verify your identity."

Chapter 2