[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

Everyone is saying that the girl of God is abandoned by God, and the patriot is betrayed by the motherland. They should have resentment and anger, longing for revenge, but Joan knows that even if she didn't choose to kill herself, she would not Regret to come forward to save France / Lan / West.

Indeed, in the eyes of others, maybe her life was very miserable. She loved her country unreservedly, but she ushered in a tragic fate and lived a beautiful but short life.

Joan was indeed betrayed, betrayed, and mocked, but she hated no one and cared little about how she would be judged in life and after death.

Even if she does it all over again, she will stretch out her hand willingly and without hesitation to save everyone she can.

She will not cover up evil, but she will never vent her anger on good.

Joan of Arc realized that the other party seemed to have the memory of her past, and firmly believed that she was Joan of Arc—what absurd and sad thing this is.

To resurrect the dead and bring the dead back to life, the only way to do this is the Holy Grail.

But miracles never exist.

What humans cannot do, it is naturally impossible to accomplish.

"I have one thing I want to ask you. It's a very simple question. Do you remember your family?"

"……Hey?"

The witch's expression froze for a moment.

"So I said, it's an easy question."

No matter how vivid the memory of the battlefield is, the memory of being a country girl is more in Joan's mind.

The real Orleans girl has no culture and is nothing but ordinary, so she can't make such a condescending expression.Her facial features don't look very beautiful, her skin is dark yellow due to malnutrition, and there is even some girlish innocence on her face, generally speaking, she is not a rare beauty.

She is not a rigorous person, and she always looks a little helpless when faced with the words she is least good at.Her figure is not tall, and her sword-holding hand is a bit rough. She barely wears heavy armor, and she is only as ridiculous as a child who steals an adult's clothes, and does not have such an awe-inspiring and mighty temperament.

Even if she really has a dark side, it is impossible to forget that pleasant time in the pastoral life.No, it should be said that it is precisely because of the inability to forget that one feels despair, lamentation, and anger at betrayal and hatred, but there is no hatred.

She saved F/Ran/Sy and her death is worthwhile.

"I..." The witch's expression was shaken. She had never doubted her own existence, and she resented everything in this world as a matter of course.But the beginning of her memory was indeed the "self" who woke up under that tree.

"You have no memory, do you?"

"...So what! No matter whether I have memory or not, I can't change the fact that I am Joan of Arc!"

"It does. It doesn't matter whether you have memories or not."

The country that was supposed to be on the right track and ended the war turned into what it is now. Although Joan didn't know the cause of the burning of human rights, she finally understood where the shadowy eyes that filled the dreams of her life came from. come.

"But at this point, I have finally made up my mind. I will not bring anger, but will defeat the 'Dragon Witch' with compassion."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Then let's decide the outcome!" The vengeful witch once again roared, engulfed in raging flames, and challenged the world.

She wants to end the hell in this world, so she wants to bring hell back to the world.

That unusually bright and intense light rose from before his eyes, illuminating the entire sky, as if it would be hard to see in a lifetime, as if condensing endless brilliance beyond time and space, exuding a serene and compassionate aura.

The weapons of the two collided fiercely in the air, causing endless roars. The witch and the dragon were engulfed by the turbulent light. She seemed to be burned by the magnificent brilliance, causing her to be embarrassed. fled.

"Damn! Damn! I have the Holy Grail! Those who own the Holy Grail cannot lose! This is how it should be!"

The wounded witch retreated strategically on the flying dragon, and fell into the air in embarrassment when she approached the fortress in Orleans, she stumbled up from the ground, and said through gritted teeth: "A mere saint, it's not worth mentioning at all! It's 500 years too early to make me kneel and submit!"

That insanely stupid woman must be very happy, right?Even though she was knocked down by fate, her spirit never surrendered, allowing that flag to still be flying over France/France/West.

Ah, isn't this what she pursues in her life?

That love is pious and soft, buried in her heart, spanning time and space, transcending life and death, and never changing.

It also made the Witch even more unbearable.

The witch lowered her face, and the words Joan of Arc said kept lingering in her mind, making her stomach sick.

She randomly grabbed a soldier in this city where there were still people left, and questioned him, questioning the fact.

"Hey! Answer me! That man... that man named Francis really raised the ransom? Don't lie to me, and don't hide me!"

"Yes, yes!" At first he thought he would suffer some kind of torture, but he didn't expect to be slapped down with such a question. The soldier was stunned for a moment, and then he said loudly: "Mr. France/Lan/Xi doesn't want to You were humiliated, you desperately collected the ransom, and went to Lyon day and night!"

"...It's ridiculous! Impossible, it's a lie! Shut up! I said don't lie to me!"

"No! This is definitely not a lie!"

As he spoke, his body began to tremble, and his voice was full of grief and anger, as if a heart-piercing howl of pain, trying to wake up the witch who fell into the abyss with such a cry.

"We all know that fact! We have all witnessed it!"

"Dragon Witch! You were the messenger of the gods, you were the embodiment of brilliance! You will bring hope to France/Lan/Sieh, you will give victory to France/Lan/Sieh, and you have taken the initiative to go to the enemy's land for us Surrounded! You are the glory of France/France/Spain!—We love you so passionately! We were once comrades-in-arms! No one can deny your brilliance! The fact that we have fought under your banner makes I'm so proud so far! But! But!"

The French/French/Spanish soldiers choked up and clenched their fists. The sadness of the destruction of their homes grew in their hearts, and the anger of the death of their loved ones surged in their chests. The blood-stained land flashed before his eyes all the time, causing his There was a terribly sad light in his eyes.

"In any case, you have killed all the culprits who caused your death... But why do you still hurt Mr. Fa/Lan/Xi like this?! Please let Mr. Fa/Lan/Xi go! He didn't do anything Wrong! If you are really Mrs. Joan of Arc, you should understand, please remember quickly! When Mr. France/Lan/Sie was on the execution ground, he tried his best to save you, and almost rushed into the fire Look, didn't you see it too?"

Tears welled up in his eyes, but not because of fear, but because of the sadness that this world has become.

The news of the death of the girl who saved the country aroused the anger of the people. The compatriots mourned the death of the girl, lamented the girl's early death, wept for her, and wailed for her. However, the resurrected witch spread terror to the earth.

Who is to blame for the way things have turned out in such a cruel way?

There was such sadness in his eyes.

This feeling burned the witch.

But...how is this possible?Right?Always thought to be completely betrayed, but it turned out to be the exact opposite?

Do not understand!totally do not understand!

Is it the world that made this absurd scene, or is the world already full of absurdity?

She has no memory of this part. In the witch's memory, only the image of death keeps rolling, and the anger of being betrayed keeps roaring.

"... Jill, is what he said true?"

The witch subconsciously asked and asked for confirmation, but she didn't hear a reply, so she suddenly said, "Oh, Jill isn't here..."

He still guards the embodiment of Far/Lan/Sie in that castle.

So what is real?What is false?

This hatred cannot be false, but she has never seen such a scene.

The witch raised her head, and looked up at the giant dragon occupying a large area of ​​the sky and almost covering her entire sight with blood-stained pupils, showing an extremely cruel smile, with a cold light shining from the frenzied pupils.

The so-called avenger means that no matter how time goes by, the hatred she holds will never dissipate, even after she has witnessed many beautiful things, she is still full of anger and curse towards this world.

"Joan of Arc! Joan of Arc! How distressing you look...!" The man rushed over immediately after hearing the news. "I, Gilles de Ray, have come to help, you can rest assured, rest at ease."

"Jill..." The witch with a looming body stared at him, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she just curled her lips contemptuously, "That said, I haven't let France/Lan/Sie die yet."

"Leave everything to me. It's okay, you're just a little tired. Close your eyes and go to sleep. When you wake up, I'll make it all over."

"Well, that's right. If I leave it to you to fight, I can rest assured..."

The roaring dragon cast a dark shadow and attracted a strong storm. The boundless dark clouds covered the field of vision, almost oppressing people to suffocate.

The strong hatred boiled uncontrollably again, and the malice that filled the body roared non-stop, just as the glorious holy sword had already been tainted with hatred, as a cursed witch, before the end of revenge, , her magic power will flow continuously, always ready to surge for revenge.

Chapter 17