[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

In this tall tower that exudes a gloomy atmosphere, only the flickering dim candles can bring some light and warmth.

Joan rubbed the handwriting on the wall over and over again tirelessly.

She was uneducated and could not write anything of depth.

I can only clumsily draw the cross on the wall, imitating the handwriting taught by Mr. France/Lan/Sie, and praying to them every day.

Joan didn't know why the combination of different letters brought different meanings, but she understood their beauty. This is a great invention of human beings, used to record language and communicate better.

She remembered what they looked like, knew it represented France, France.

Good-hearted Mr. France, dear France/France, taught her tirelessly until the dull man learned his own name, and his name.

"I'm very sorry……"

she murmured.

Joan raised her head in the dark cage, and saw the dark night through the narrow skylight, but none of the stars that should be dotted on it could be seen, and the softly shining moon was also covered by the clouds, like It is shrouded in layers of haze.

Charlie hates war, fears war, but only he can end it.

Joan of Arc knew this very well, so she was able to step into hell even more recklessly.

In a word of arrogance, the current king is as if she is the chosen one, and only she can accomplish the task assigned by God.

This can be regarded as an achievement worthy of boasting in this film career.

Joan of Arc is not afraid of her own ending, she will get eternal sleep in the world.

As she said, there is no fruit in this world that can be reaped without hard work, and what you do will be reaped. Joan of Arc killed many people, and in contrast, she will be pulled into the abyss.

Joan can only know that France/France/Sea after her death is gradually getting better and will recover the territory and end the long war, but she cannot see the future of Francis through her death, which makes her gradually feel a little anxious.

The blond girl didn't know why she had such emotions, because as long as France/France/Sea existed and remained peaceful, Francis would not be hurt again.

She... wants Fa/Lan/Xi not to forget herself, but contradictoryly hopes that he will forget herself.

Those who are left behind are the ones who suffer the most, Joan thought, and she can only watch everyone leave, isn't that too pitiful?

Jeanne sighed and smiled wryly.

As a human being, there will always be all kinds of troubles.

"May my soul stay in France/Lan/Sea forever."

Joan closed her eyes and said the prayer again, which slowly calmed down her emotions.

Not for confession, but for prayer.

Pray for the country, pray for France/Lan/Sai, pray for Francis.

Pray...that I can always be by his side.

A girl from France/France/West was called a witch by the enemy country, and she couldn't wait to be sentenced to death. She was severely accused here, burdened with sins, and ushered in the end of her life.

She was escorted to the execution ground by British soldiers, and countless people rushed towards her along the way.

People are cursing her, cursing her, hating her, throwing stones on her to vent their anger.

"You make old people lose their sons! Women lose their husbands! Children lose their fathers! It's all your fault! I want to curse you!!"

"Burn her! Burn her! Send this demon to hell!"

"Thank you." Jeanne lowered her head, as if she hadn't heard the abuse and insults, and thanked the girl who put the cross into her hands softly: "Please don't cry for me."

There is nothing wrong with this accusation. As an enemy, she brought death to the battlefield with righteousness, spread hatred, and seized the future of countless people.

The disputes are endless, but even enemies, seeing the loss of life also makes Joan feel sad.

The girl with red eyes and biting her lips nodded vigorously at her, gave her a slightly embarrassed smile, and was then driven out.

The cool cross calmed her heart and suppressed the trembling of her soul, Joan of Arc walked towards the end of life again.

"Oh God--"

The body was bound by heavy shackles on the stake, and Joan was thinking that the night would end and the dawn would come.

A murderer does not deserve forgiveness, she must be punished, cleansed, and she has used her own death in a despicable way.

But before that, Joan just wanted to pray to France/Lan/Sie.

He will live long and peacefully.

It couldn't be better.

France/Lan/Sie, my beloved France/Lan/Sie...

Joan of Arc closed her eyes, chasing his figure in her memories, and seeing his warm smile and energetic figure, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

She loves him and doesn't want him to suffer, but if she doesn't die, who will protect him?

She must hurt him.

Perhaps, this can also be called Joan of Arc's arrogance.

At this moment, Francis finally arrived in Lyon after a long journey.

It was hard to see the dawn of hope, but what he learned almost drove him crazy, and the creepy scene came into the man's field of vision.

Joan seemed to hear the shout from Francis, which made her doubt her own ears.

The earthen pot containing all the hopes of France/Lan/Sie fell to the ground, and Francis yelled hoarsely, wanting to rush into the encirclement like crazy.

"Jane!!"

Shocked by his behavior for a moment, the surrounding crowd commotioned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and stopped him forcefully before the chaos really started.

"Mr. France/Lan/Xi..."

Joan raised her head and patrolled the figure of Francis in the crowd.

The moment her eyes met his, her expression couldn't help being overwhelmed with worry, Joan said with a hasty mouth: "Please leave me."

Please don't look at me in such a mess.

His eyes were startled and sad, and he could no longer think rationally, as if the world collapsed in an instant and was turned into another look.

At this moment, he lost all his voice, he could only keep shaking his head and stretching out his hand in her direction.

France/Lan/Sie can't just lose her like this, and Francis can't just let her die like this.

It is clearly close at hand, but it seems to be far away.

His efforts were in vain in the end.

Such a cruel fact sent a chill down his spine and his soul trembled.

Seeing Fa/Lan/Xi's obstinate and stubborn appearance, and sadness soaked into her eyes, Joan finally shouted loudly, making an extremely high voice from her throat with her dying body, trying to put all her heart Pass it all to him.

Despite being accused, insulted and abandoned, her skin was burned by the flames, her flesh and blood were burned to death, the shining girl at the last moment of her life was still piously calling for God and her beloved Fa/Lan/ West.

"—I love France/Lan/Sea!"

"I love you, may my soul stay in France/Lan/Sea forever!"

A smile bloomed on Joan's face, and her originally soft voice was torn apart by the fireworks, and her tone was no longer gentle.

All her life in the army, she dedicated everything to the country without hesitation. She obviously loves herself more than anyone else, but she is more unfortunate than anyone else.

Why did Joan of Arc usher in such a tragic ending?This is not the future Francis wants to see!

She should hate him.

Yet Joan kept laughing, unaware of her own cruelty.

An abyss of pain surged in his heart, and hot tears fell unconsciously.

Joan of Arc had expected the day when she was burnt, she accepted all this calmly, and welcomed her fate calmly.

The messy hair on her cheek was ignited by the flying sparks, the blonde girl felt the pain of being licked on the skin, and smelled the smell of burnt flesh, but she was still smiling.

It was like having a glorious dream. She transformed from an ordinary peasant girl into a battle-hardened leader, defending the dignity of France/France/Spain with her life, and finally liberated the motherland in just two years.

"I love France/Lan/Sea."

"I love you."

"I... love you."

Please don't cry for me, I love you, have always loved you, France/France.

Yes, I fear nothing but treason.

The overly dazzling flame buried the girl's body, and billowing thick smoke rose into the sky. This absurd and tragic scene was like purgatory on earth.

This scene burned the man's eyes.

Francis Bonofova whimpered in despair, his mind seemed to be stuffed into cold glass, full of sharp pain, and there was a deep sorrow in his eyes, and he finally fell into the dizziness of pain and couldn't cry.

"No, no—Jeanne! Jeanne!!!!!!"

The whole square was agitated in two diametrically opposite situations of boiling and dead silence, suppressed cries and joyful howls came from everywhere.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...it's my cowardice that killed you..."

Francis, overwhelmed with grief, bowed stiffly and wailed in agony.

She descended like the wind, passing over his heart, and like a falling meteor, lighting up his hope.

The maiden who withers in the flower season turns to ashes in her prayers, to the Francis who abandoned her.

Without any remorse or concern, let go of any expectations for the future, at the moment when her consciousness is far away, she will finally gain the final peace.

Her soul came from heaven, and now, she has finally left the man who betrayed her, and returned to freedom and the embrace of God.

—to fight till the fall.

Such was the life of Joan of Arc.

Leon is like a dark swamp, devouring Joan's soul.

The nation mourns the loss of its people, and the man is furious at his betrayal.

Joan's departure seemed to be the best mockery of him. Her death penetrated the man's soul and left a permanent scar in his heart.

Non-healing, non-treatable.

It was I who betrayed her, Francis knew this fact, and hated his incompetence all the more because of it.And he will bear this cruel responsibility, and continue to live alone, forever.

Chapter 11