[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

The atmosphere permeating the air seemed particularly gloomy, and the setting sun had just set in the sky at this moment, and those grand clouds that seemed to be burning seemed to represent the ominous blood mist that was spreading at this moment.

The cool breeze calmed the blood surging in the girl's body, forcing her to calm down.

Just as she was about to arrive at Asaritai, which was close to Orleans, Joan caught a fleeting reaction from the servants. The speed was like flying with wings.

Joan saw that the city not far away was burning. The land she had stood on had now been turned into scorched earth, and there were burnt ruins everywhere. Thick black smoke billowed up, covering the sky and covering the ground.

Now that the flames of war are burning in France/France/West again, are all the efforts that have been made... all useless and false?

It was such a heart-wrenching scene.

No one can survive without signs of life.

"Attention! There is a hostile reaction!"

Dr. Roman's test results came to her ears. The undefeated Orleans girl took the lead in raising the flag, liberated her real name, and unfolded its protection. The pure white flag condensed bright light and enveloped everyone.

"Master! Please be careful!"

Mash stood guard in front of Fujimaru Tachika with a shield in his hand, smashing the bones of the living dead with all his strength, while the flying dragon hovering above his head swooped down from time to time, gnawing at the corpses on the ground.

Why did it become like this? Is this some kind of purgatory on earth?

What does the witch think of this world!

How much does "she" hate humans to do such a thing.

Joan couldn't imagine, let alone understand, only this matter, she couldn't find the answer.

The blood in her body continued to churn, and after witnessing such a murderous scene with her own eyes, Joan's heart was constantly filled with condensed anger and pain.

There was heat in the girl's eyes, as long as she thought of Francis suffering in a place she couldn't see, Joan of Arc's chest would immediately be filled with anger, and she hadn't been this angry for a long, long time.

In fact, the girl's temper has always been very good, so good that it can be said to be incredible. The usual Joan of Arc can be said to exist as a good old man, so basically no one can see her appearance when she is angry—but Zhen De is indeed angry.

Because she is not a saint, nor a hero, she can't do any compassionate actions, and she can't become a solemn image.

Joan of Arc is just an ordinary peasant girl, and she has always looked at the world in this capacity.

Live as a human, die as a human.

Both happy and shy, angry and sad.

The reason why she took actions to save the country was not because of any noble reason, nor was it because of any great reason, but because she could not face the sigh of the Lord, the death of France/France, and the sad eyes of people. I will make up my mind, grit my teeth and abandon my cowardice and incompetence, and study hard to move forward until I achieve the dream goal.

That's why I give up life and forget death, and that's why I can forget myself.

Is this hard to understand?

No, it's certainly not difficult to understand.

Because she is not some "Saint Joan of Arc", but just "Joan of Arc".

Patriotism is the most normal and simple emotion. If it is not for the fulfillment of God's mission, if it is not for this mission, she is indispensable-if there is no her, someone else will eventually stand up and support the country.

Her love for the motherland will never be lost to anyone, but at the same time, their love and blood will never be less than hers.Otherwise, how could there be so many people who would never turn back, willing to follow her, accompany her, become comrades-in-arms, and set foot on the battlefield together.

"...Jeanne, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I can even say, I've never been better."

The girl said coldly, carefully sizing up the city in front of her with eyes full of pain, as if she wanted to remember such a tragedy with her eyes, as if she wanted to engrave this man-made suffering with her soul.

Wow, this is absolutely crazy!

"It doesn't matter, Joan of Arc, just need to defeat that black Joan of Arc, that dragon witch, and the world can be repaired and returned to its original appearance. At that time, all the distorted karma will return to the track." Fujimaru Lixiang worked hard Comforting her, and this is also the reason for her fighting.

"……Thank you."

Joan of Arc thanked the Master, trying to calm down her emotions.

"The servant who left seems to have sensed the aura of the heroic spirit, noticed your existence, and is approaching at an incredible speed... No, it's too late! In short, the priority is to escape. Got it!?"

Doctor Roman, who detected the reaction of the servant, was a little anxious.

"No, I want to know what kind of ridiculous excuse she has."

Joan of Arc is determined to stay, and must not just run away like this.If she doesn't even have the courage to fight head-on, how can she seek justice for Francis.

There is another Joan of Arc in this world, which is a fact she has learned.

The "Dragon Witch" who summoned flying dragons, invaded Orleans, killed Charles VII, and dominated the massacre of dragons in France/France/West.

No matter how you look at it, "she" is not normal at all.

Joan of Arc is very anxious, which means that the country of France/France/Sea is gradually collapsing.To do this, she must get rid of the witch who is an obstacle.

The only thing that is certain now is that it is definitely not "Jean of Arc".

Not long after, the two identical girls met in the destroyed city.

The saint who saved the country and the witch who took revenge are like two sides, light and darkness.

"—?!"

They looked at each other, examining each other.

"I didn't expect... Ha, how could this kind of thing happen, it's really terrible, what kind of funny scene is this, bad jokes should be stopped!"

The witch wrapped in hatred spoke first, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of anger at being fooled by the world.

"Hey, look quickly, isn't this that stupid little girl? A country that can only rely on such a little girl is simply worse than the Mouse Kingdom! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

"……Who are you?!"

Joan ignored her mocking, but asked the question that had been bothering her all along.

"Tsk, I also want to ask who you are, but I will answer your questions first and fulfill your last wish-I am Joan of Arc, the resurrected saint of salvation, another me."

"Stop joking." After hearing her answer, Jeanne found it even more difficult to understand, her voice seemed to have never been so cold. "You are not a saint, just like me, and I am not a saint either."

"..."

"Why on earth are you attacking this city?"

"Saint, full of anger, you have a good expression." The witch watched her quietly, as if she felt that the face in front of her that occupied the entire field of vision was extremely glaring. . "But why is the question so naive, so stupid?"

"Can't you understand, that answer—the desire to destroy this country, the desire to destroy the betrayers."

The Dragon Witch said so, showing an intoxicated expression, imagining such a future.

"I want Fa/Lan/Xi to perish, so I have to crush his body and kill his people, just like now, isn't it simple and reliable to directly crush him? Because, this is to make that man disappear The best way."

"...to actually want to trample on my country."

Following these words, Joan's expression gradually changed substantially.

"It's us who are stupid, right? No, it's not me, only you. I'm different from you, and I won't be deceived anymore." The girl who was born in hatred sneered again, "Why didn't you Want to save everything now? He betrayed you! But I'm different."

"I don't allow betrayal! Never allow it!"

The Dragon Witch's voice was full of forbearable anger, and she looked at her other self with contempt in her eyes.

"That man named Francis Bonofova, he can never deceive me again!"

"Besides, I can't hear the Lord's voice at all!"

"This means that the Lord has completely given up on this country. Even he has given up hope for that man. Then, I will destroy him even more. The Lord's lament will be carried out by me. The seeds of evil are uprooted."

Something was wrong, and during the short interval of communication with the other party, Joan finally realized it.

Regarding the death of "Jean of Arc", their cognitions were very different.

"Another me, things are not what you said."

Joan stared at the other party with burning eyes, but such a pure and unshakable awe-inspiring gaze was simply the best mockery of the witch, and made her even more angry.

"But at the same time, I finally understood one thing - you are not me."

The girl is so convinced that no one knows that she chose that path, except herself.

Chapter 15