[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

"Impossible! Can't achieve it with the power of the Holy Grail? I will never accept such an unreasonable result! I haven't been able to subvert France/Lan/Xi yet!"

"You don't hesitate to drag ordinary people into the battlefield, when will you wake up!?"

There was coldness and ice in the voice, the blond girl's eyes suddenly cooled down, and she cast a sharp glance at her former comrade-in-arms, and the man was hit by the girl's suppressed anger in the next moment.

"Let me liberate your soul!"

Knocked to the ground by the fists with all his strength, the former Marshal of France and today's fallen hero, his mood did not fluctuate too much at all. Facing the girl's merciless scolding, he couldn't help but speak from the bottom of his heart. With a sigh, the suppressed emotions in my heart were finally released.

After being silent for a long time, Joan sighed helplessly, her eyes seemed to be softened by the thick and moist mist, and filled with pity.

"Comrades, knowing that it is evil, why do you still allow yourself to fall into the quagmire?"

"Your soul is in purgatory, I must rescue you from God's curse..."

As soon as this topic was mentioned, Jill couldn't help but get excited, and his heart felt like a knife for a moment.

Indeed, even if the death of Joan of Arc is the end of a hero, in the eyes of modern people 500 years later, it would be too cruel, let alone the comrades who followed her to the battlefield and fought together.

He suddenly clenched the girl's wrist with such force that it almost crushed her wrist bone.Joan of Arc stared at him quietly with those clear eyes as if she didn't feel the pain at all.

The girl from Lorraine wore military armor and led her army of less than 5000 people to the battlefield without fear.And when the girl was betrayed and died miserably, the youth's faith was forcefully destroyed and shattered.

"..." Staring straight at the girl, as if wanting to engrave her outline deeply on the atrium of his heart, a hazy, calm and terrifying smile appeared on the young man's mouth, and he could no longer see the slightest trace of it. Confused and hesitated. "Then why are you sighing, my holy maiden?"

"..."

"Why do you still insist on fighting when you know the result?"

Why, exactly why - the girl asked herself this question more than once.

Did she do something wrong by dedicating her life to F/R/S?

She had already anticipated her death but still accepted it calmly and moved towards that ending, only because she knew that her death would inspire the people and make them truly realize that there is a way out for self-help.

Joan of Arc thinks that she has never been a saint. For herself who is covered in blood on the battlefield, being burned at the stake is the most suitable atonement, and the blood that continues to be shed in her hometown has finally stopped.

But is it wrong?

That answer leaves no room for doubt.

Because no matter how many times she does it again, or how the world changes, she will definitely step on that road again without hesitation.

How can the path chosen in order to save more lives be wrong?Even though everyone in the world might scold her and betray her, she was sure at the last moment before she died that she hadn't betrayed herself.

"Everything has an end, Jill." Joan of Arc confronted the young man in the thick fog, full of anger and regret, and replied with firm eyes, "My death is by no means meaningless. I won the future with my death! If I am satisfied that my corpse can pave the way for those who come after me."

"Ah, is that so? That's it—until death, I never hated anyone, and I was never crushed by a tyrannical fate." The light of longing was right in front of him, and the man bent down stiffly and stared at her, his tone almost questioning. .

"My stupid and pathetic holy girl, why don't you resent the man who abandoned you, and the god who abandoned you? I should have thought that God's favor is time-limited!" The young man murmured with disappointment. , a little confused and overwhelmed.

"God deceived an innocent girl, she was played by fate, just because she was abandoned by God! And I! I am the arrogant evil that has done the most vicious and serious blasphemy that the world can do , but was not punished by any god!"

"Comrade-in-arms, you are wrong. Because I have dedicated myself to the Lord." Staring at this man who was driven mad by unstoppable despair, Joan showed a sad smile, and she felt helpless for the comrade-in-arms in front of her. And sad, and any of her words seemed so feeble.

"You are willing to believe in me, a young girl with little experience in the world, and help me liberate this city. No matter what you are now, I will believe in you at that time."

"It's so sad that you abandoned the Lord, I'm sorry, Marshal, I'm sorry, comrade... It's really sad that you didn't understand the fact that the Lord and He are innocent. France/Lan/Sie just can't do anything It’s just that, I’m alone watching more and more people leave...but I can’t do anything.”

The country cannot intervene in the historical process, and can only watch the people displaced in the war-torn years.In such a long time, no matter who he fell in love with, no matter what kind of smile he used to cover up his sadness and reluctance, and even tried his best to keep something, it would be futile after all—everyone would leave him in the end go.

Thinking of this, Joan couldn't ignore the great grief in her heart.

Let the motherland be liberated, let France / Lan / West smile... This is the scene she dreams of.

For this reason, the girl has been, has been tirelessly moving forward, struggling to catch up.

"What a stubborn girl..." The man said proudly with a satisfied smile, looking at the eyes with lofty ideals and unwavering for anything. The boundless loneliness and pain were finally soothed by this light of salvation.

"marshal."

"Yes, you are greeted by your loyal soldiers."

The shadow cast on the ground by the tall young man who straightened up could completely cover the girl. Joan of Arc took a deep breath, and the flag inserted deep into the ground fluttered slightly above the two of them. This scene was so familiar.However, she had to point the holy sword straight at her former comrades-in-arms.Although the girl tried her best to maintain her calm, her trembling voice betrayed her. "Although it's a pity, let's stop here for reminiscing about the past."

"it is good."

"Your final hour has come."

"As it should be. I... have waited far too long for this day."

The young man who was hit by the cold sword directly on the spirit foundation ignored the blood spattered from the wound, and lowered his head to stare at her with a smile. Seeing this, Joan reached out her hand tacitly and poked his protruding eyeballs forcefully.

She couldn't help weeping and laughing out loud.

The pain of being torn apart was not unbearable. Bathed in the girl's plain and warm eyes, the huge satisfaction gradually swelled in his heart, and the man was immersed in a kind of joy that almost wanted to cry.

The heart that was frozen in the dark and devastated finally showed signs of loosening.

"It is enough, go to rest, you have worked very hard. Go back, go back to the original era."

The young man blinked his eyes wordlessly, stretched out his right hand feebly to stroke the girl's soft hair, paused for a moment, slid his fingers with well-defined knuckles to her fair cheeks, and wiped away the unceasingly flowing hair there. falling teardrops.However, the girl was stained with blood, and the young man with softened eyes reluctantly gave up his movements, and said in a low and serious voice: "Really, Joan of Arc, the crying expression really doesn't suit you at all."

Gilles de Ray at this moment is closer to the soldier who fought alongside her in the girl's memory, that calm and wise young talent.

The rational waywardness deeply hidden under the innocence and gentleness cannot forgive her who is so wayward, let alone myself who cannot stop her.What are you confused about, and what are you missing?

Isn't that ray of light always in my heart and never goes away?The gushing joy brought the youth into memories that have not faded in the slightest.

Even today, when he has fallen into the way of ghosts and animals and done all the outrageous things, even if the ending is full of humiliation and hatred, he is spurned by thousands of people, and his dignity is trampled on crazily, it is absolutely impossible to be captured and defiled by anyone... glory.

"If I still fall, I hope you can give me sanctions."

Jeanne froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Well, then it's agreed."

"I was wrong, Joan of Arc. I am enough to go to hell."

The knight showed a pleasant smile. At this moment, all obsessions turned into a breeze.

"...Hmph, this can be regarded as a little bit better than that man."

Whispering such resentful words, with a happy expression on his face, the young man disappeared into the girl's arms with a hundred year longing in his arms.

Joan was truly aware of the harm her death had caused to those around her. Although she regretted it, she never regretted it.

The wyverns gradually disappeared under the clear sky of France/France/West, bid farewell to comrades who did not belong to this era, and Joan of Arc rushed to her heart without hesitation.

"I'm here to rescue you, Fa/Lan/Sie."

The blonde girl followed the instructions and found Francis. The moment she opened the door, it was bright daylight.

Francis blinked sluggishly, his dead eyes trembled, and he set his eyes on her, moving with the girl's movement.

"Sorry, I am late."

Seeing Fa/Lan/Xi sitting in the corner covered in blood made Joan feel very sad, she knelt down in front of him, patted his arm comfortingly, and said with a smile: "It's all right now. "

Are the things that come into view real?

Francis almost began to doubt his eyes, and there was no doubt that there was an expression of disbelief on his face.

"...No, please don't worry about this."

The young man's eyes were fixed on her, he raised his hand to support the side of his face, he was silent for a while before he answered her words with difficulty, he seemed a little at a loss.

"What a disgrace to let you see me like this."

Fa/Lan/Xi was exhausted and hurt all over, but the moment he saw the girl, he was still filled with joy and rejoiced.

"so you……"

"Well, through the miracle of the Holy Grail, I was able to appear here."

"I..." Francis had so many things he wanted to say to her, but in the end, he just showed a gentle smile. "You have always been my hero."

Joan laughed, and her clear eyes revealed a bright light, "It's just something within one's ability, you are too exaggerated, Francis."

"Well...it's really nostalgic."

Unconsciously showing a complex and intertwined expression, Francis said softly: "Now your hair is long, I can't even remember what your long hair looks like."

"...That's right, it's been too long since then."

After being startled for a moment, Joan also showed him a big smile.

Francis suddenly stretched out his hand in front of her eyes. He had the same hair and eyes as the girl's color. At this moment, there was a sky full of stars, full of smiles.

Joan took his hand kindly and stood up with him.

Before she could speak, suddenly, the girl's eyes sharpened sharply.With a slightly trembling expression, Joan reached out to protect Francis behind her, stared at a certain place in the darkness and asked coldly, "Who!?"

"It's a really disgusting, hypocritical show."

"It's you."

"Of course it is me."

The vengeful witch revealed her real body. As she spoke, she snorted softly and turned her sharp gaze to the man on the other side.

"Come on, F/L/S."

"You will have the opportunity to die with the girl you betrayed."

Jill, who holds the Holy Grail, has been defeated, and the witch who appeared here is just lingering.However, she still had unfinished business to do.

"I want to be here and kill you."

Francis suddenly came out from behind Joan of Arc, looked at her quietly, and said, "Your goal is only me?"

"Francis, you..."

"It's ridiculous." The witch sneered mockingly, as if she felt that the scene was extremely dazzling, and ruthlessly raised the corners of her mouth, "Now that things have happened, you alone still want to protect Joan of Arc?"

After saying this, there was a clearly visible shake in her expression, but soon, this insignificant trace melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

The witch seemed to be disgusted by herself, so she fell silent strangely, and then showed an ugly sneer.

"If you are willing, I will protect you." France has already learned everything, "Even if you were born for revenge, you are still my people."

"Stop joking! Don't compare me to her!"

Even if it's just the gesture Jill hoped for, even if it's a mere fake, the only reason for this dark saint to exist here is to drive her anger until all the marrow in her body is burned.

"careful!"

The voice pierced through the night, and when it reached the man's ears, it seemed a little distorted.

Joan of Arc's pupils contracted suddenly, and her heartbeat suddenly became a little chaotic. She jumped up without hesitation, and quickly turned to Francis' place, and swiftly embraced the figure who was also flying towards him. Because of being in the dark, the shape is vague and unclear, but this obstacle can't affect Joan's vision at all.

With a "thump" in her heart, she hurriedly led the other party to avoid the sudden attack.

Concentrating all the magic power on her feet to increase her speed, and dodging the pursuers in a slightly awkward shape, Joan finally seized the gap and took the opportunity to put the person in her arms to a safe place.

The moment he was embraced by the girl, the long-lost—or rather, the sense of shame that had long since died suddenly surfaced in his heart.Francis was stunned. He... was hugged by Princess Joan of Arc? !

No, now is not the time to focus on this.

"Please stay here and don't move!" Still in a bit of shock, Joan quickly hid the wayward Mr. France behind her. She glared at Francis, interrupted him sharply, and resumed her speech. The magic power built the banner and armor, then turned around and quickly attacked the enemy.

"Master, I will ask you to take care of that fool first."

"no problem!"

The Chaldeans who had recovered the Holy Grail and were about to bid farewell to Joan of Arc immediately entered a state of preparation for battle, but they did not intend to interfere with the battle that belonged to the girl.

The place illuminated by the dappled candlelight seemed to be far away in an instant, and the familiar figure of the girl who was flying towards him almost burned the man's eyes. Francis stared nervously at where the girl was going, and coughed lightly in annoyance.

The air was full of astonishing murderous intent, and the girls who had already locked each other over there had already entered the moment of decisive battle.

Joan held a flag to resist her attack, and stood motionless.

"Then try and see if I will be defeated by you."

"Hmph, you really know how to talk big."

The witch in front of her is not so much a heroic spirit, but an evil spirit. The malice that engulfs her whole body looks like a dead man in the dark underground, capable of tearing the air and shattering the earth.

Joan of Arc didn't dare to be careless at all. After resisting a wave of attacks at close range, she immediately swept away from her attack range.Accompanied by the piercing and violent sound, the sound of ground breaking and blasting continued to be heard behind him.

The interlaced glare of the weapons filled the retina, and the strong airflow bursting out from the two of them turned into a whirlwind, and the huge magic power was ready to go.

This is destined to be a battle full of fate.

Chapter 19