[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

The fire buried her body, and the memory of Joan of Arc came back instantly.

...It turned out that she had already died.

Joan of Arc, known as the messenger of God and the maiden of Orleans, let out a long sigh. She broke free, stepped over the flames, stepped off the stake, and came to Francis.

The girl seemed to remember this scene firmly, and stared at the other party stubbornly, "The scene of such embarrassment at that time... I couldn't bear to look at his expression carefully, it was exactly the same as I imagined... Fa/Lan /Mr. Xi, your expression is not elegant at all."

Francis Bonofova could not hear her, could not see her, could not feel her.

The torrent of time separates everything, which is a matter of course.

He stands in the past, and she is in the future.

For some unknown reason, Joan of Arc came to her life.

Maybe it's just a fantasy based on her memory—or rather, her past.

"It really... makes me very happy to meet you."

Joan could only watch Francis' tears fall drop by drop, and let out a hoarse roar, trying in vain to rescue her.The strong girl didn't shed tears until she died, and at this moment she only has sadness in her eyes.

Joan of Arc calmed down, she finally knew the truth of her arrival, and quickly overturned her previous thoughts.

"Sorry, I couldn't save her back..."

With the help of Joan of Arc's subordinates who had escorted him to Lyon, Francis returned the money donated by the people one by one, muttering tirelessly to himself.

He failed everyone's expectations. Not only did he fail to save the girl of God, he even caused her to die tragically.

These zealous thoughts have completely burned Francis, and his pupils have become dim, almost losing all their luster.

It was his incompetence that led to the tragedy.

"...Are you okay?"

His people were watching him worriedly, and Francis, who was originally expressionless, was slow to realize this, and slowly pulled the corners of his mouth into a forced smile.

The pure worry in everyone's eyes stung him, causing him to overlap the figure of a certain girl again in a daze.

Jenny's unwavering smile seemed to flash in front of her eyes as she told him not to cry and asked him to leave her.

But how could Francis abandon her and escape alone.

The flames engulfed her, the smoke engulfed her, and the soul of Francis who witnessed the scene trembled.

Facing such a cruel fact, he really couldn't show his face and smile.

"What a nice girl Joan of Arc is..." So far, the people of France/France/Spain still cannot accept such a tragic death for the girl of God.

She brought victory and laughter.

More than one person is aggrieved and feels unfair about her fate.

"She... returned to the embrace of God."

Her departure left shocking scars on Frances. Francis's face was pale and lifeless, and deep sadness flowed deep in his pupils.

He closed his eyes, his voice was trembling, and there were bursts of dull pain in his chest.

"It's not your fault... well, you rely on yourself, you can't save her by yourself." The people who comforted the man said, they could no longer hold back their tears and burst into tears.

Why is this happening?

The women who defended the country abandoned themselves, at the price of blood, with the bones as the target, and vowed to take back every inch of the motherland and never give him up.

Joan of Arc is a well-deserved national hero and a spiritual symbol of France/Lan/Spain.

But such an admirable person ushered in such a sad ending in the end.

"After fighting for such a long time, we have already hated each other to the bone... hug, sorry... woo..."

Sadness infected everyone present, and they finally stopped suppressing themselves and wept bitterly.

Fa / Lan / Xi listened to their conversation numbly, listening to their comfort, and could not shed tears from his dry eyes.

"Cry, cry out, salute our heroes and pray for our maidens."

May she return to the embrace of God, free from disease, torture, and cruel betrayal.

A wry smile appeared on Francis's face, as if he had been hit by great pain, he stumbled away, his back was full of loneliness and desolation.

The Maiden of God deserves to be mourned.

She loves Fa/Lan/Sie so passionately, but her selfless devotion only resulted in a complete betrayal in the end.

Why are you still smiling?Why are you always thinking about him?Why do you still have to shout "I love France/Lan/Sea"?Obviously until the end, she couldn't get a truly quiet and peaceful life.

Always fighting, always running.

The girl overcame thorns and thorns and spent her entire life as a soldier, thinking that she was extremely happy.Never confused about the future, always thinking of others, possessing a noble character, an unyielding soul, the most simple mind, and a brilliance that surpasses the times emanating from his own body—this is such an ordinary and great, amazing person Proud hero.

She should have hated him.

Deprived of his country's identity, he is just an incompetent man who can't even protect a young girl.

Francis is tormented by such things.

That was Joan of Arc who trusted him wholeheartedly and gave up her happiness as a human being for him until she went to hell!

How ridiculous can this world be! ?

It was he who gave her this humiliating betrayal that caused her to die on the stake.

An almost sharp pain came from the depths of his heart, and the blond hair hung down embarrassingly, covering the eyes of the godless pupils. After Francis returned home, he rushed to the living room and firmly grasped the cross placed in the storage cabinet. The cold temperature settled his messy thoughts, and then Francis knelt down on the ground as if he finally couldn't bear the invisible pressure.

He is French/French/Spanish, named Francis Bonofau, a country that has spent countless years in the long river of time.

He watched countless people be born, grow up, and die.

Francis has long been able to calmly accept the fact that human beings are bound to leave. Birth, old age, sickness and death are a process that no one can interfere with. He thought he would always bless his people like this until the land perishes.

but--

He never thought that there would be such a stupid girl who stood up and sacrificed and died for him.

Joan of Arc once said that she saw countless people laughing in the future, so did she also see her own doom, but she still did not change her original intention and chose this cruel road.

Francis shuddered, not daring to continue thinking.

He dreaded the idea.

That probably sent a chill through his body, and a shudder down his spine.

Joan of Arc loves herself more than anyone else, but is more unfortunate than anyone else.Francis could not forgive his guilt, let alone his betrayal.

This is punishment for an arrogant man.

Joan followed him all the way, and seeing his painful appearance, she finally understood what she had done wrong, and what harm her actions had caused France/Lan/Sie.

Facing the dejected and painful Francis, Joan of Arc recalled that when he was alive, he always faced her with a gentle and bright smile and tolerant and doting eyes, and felt more and more indescribable sadness.

The girl suddenly couldn't imagine how he spent the next few hundred years.

Francis stared at the cross in a daze, while Joan of Arc stared at him, with unspeakable sadness slowly rising from the pupils of his eyes.

This is not him.

The real France/France always has a slightly frivolous smile, with a leisurely posture and elegance, immersing thoughts in the ocean of art, listening to the thoughts of the people, rather than being shrouded in huge shadows.

Until the end, he didn't blame Joan of Arc's waywardness, but instead pushed the source of the pain to himself.

The girl looked at Francis who was in great pain, and could only gently rest her head on his shoulder, trying to soothe his pain—the future cannot interfere with the past, and all of this was caused by her.

This is her fault.

Chapter 12