[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

"In the end, it's your victory... Heh, I'm really not reconciled. If we meet next time, I will definitely take your head off."

With a snort, the body of the vengeful witch turned into a glittering golden spirit, floating in the air, and now it collapsed violently as if she couldn't bear it at last, and disappeared without a trace.

"It's all over..."

"The Holy Grail has been recovered, and we should leave."

The people who came from far away Chaldea had to start to correct the era, and the time left for them was indeed running out.

This world is but an unreal dream.

After disarming the magical power, the original dignified and dignified aura disappeared immediately, but at this moment Joan of Arc staring straight at Francis with a cold face is quite deterrent.

The fleeting gaze made Francis' smile gradually become a little stiff. He coughed embarrassingly and cleared his inexplicably dry throat. For the first time in his life, he felt a little at a loss.

"Why? Looking at me like this, brother, have you finally discovered my charm?"

"There's nothing like that at all."

"Wow - what a shock!"

Turning a deaf ear to the man's indecent speech, there was an inexplicable coldness in his brows, and the gentle smile that suddenly appeared on the girl's face sent chills down the spine. "First of all, please explain-why did you make such a dangerous move?"

"Ah?" The man who was settled by Qiuhou blinked blankly.

"You can't play dumb, France/Lan/Xi." Joan of Arc's smile continued to gradually bloom, and she told her firm attitude in a tone that could not be refused, "You should stop being self-willed, and you can't do this anymore. Oh, Monsieur Bonofova, or I shall be angry."

"..." Francis, who had no choice at all, shifted his eyes for a moment, and then chuckled softly, "This is too cunning, little Joan."

"Are you only allowed to sacrifice and die for me, but not allow me to rescue you even once?"

"Anyway, the world can't get worse, and my situation can't be worse than it is now. Will you not allow it if you want to be self-willed?"

"Although I really want to say that this is different, but..." It would be too arrogant to blindly deny his efforts. It's not that Joan doesn't understand Francis' feelings. The other party is worried about her, just as she is worried about him.

"I understand."

Francis was silent for a moment, sighed imperceptibly, and called out her name solemnly and solemnly: "Jean of Arc."

The girl slightly looked up at him, immediately suppressed her smile, and calmly uttered a short voice representing doubt, "...Yes? I'm here, Fa/Lan/Xi."

"You once told me that you saw the future."

"Yes, that's right."

"I do see the future you speak of, but..."

But what, after all, he didn't continue to speak, accompanied by a long sigh, the young man stared at her in vain as if he had lost all courage.

At that time, was her confidence based on knowing that she was facing a certain death situation?

Francis didn't even dare to think about it.

"Please don't be sad, and you don't need to be sad."

Joan of Arc seemed to know what he was thinking, and her eyes were filled with comfort.

"I'm here now."

Slightly startled, the corners of his lips rose in joy and nostalgia, and Francis was surprised that such a simple sentence from the girl was worth a thousand words, and could easily cross thousands of mountains and rivers and heal all the wounds in his heart. bring it back to peace.

Trusting her was the most correct decision he had ever made.

Yes, she is here.

This fact relieved him a lot.

"You're the only one who talks to me like this now." Francis ruffled Joan's blond hair vigorously like a prank, and Francis raised his usual frivolous smile again, staring at her for a moment.

"The war is over, so it's fine."

"...Yes, that's right."

A smirk appeared on the corner of Francis's mouth, and he couldn't help but blinked at her, "Then, this beautiful lady, would you like to walk around the city with me in this wonderful night, embark on a romantic journey, and spend some time together? Have a good time?"

Joan glared at him with a half-smile, and refused with a very hard heart. "I don't want to!"

"Little Joan, you are so ruthless." Francis was dumbfounded, and suddenly looked annoyed, looking at her very pitifully. "Oh, don't look at me like that!"

The girl who still had lingering fears because of the other party's dangerous behavior said angrily: "Thank you for the compliment!"

"You're too nervous, Jeanne."

"It's really distressing, don't pretend to be okay and lie! If you have any abnormalities in your body, you must report to me. If something happens to you, I will be blamed for death! Let me check it out quickly , according to your reckless move just now—Fa, Lan, Xi!"

Joan of Arc, who was pinched by Francis to stop her from speaking, pursed her lips and glared at him aggressively, but did not dare to make any big resistance.

Francis, who was stared fiercely at the corners of his mouth, did not show any signs of calming down. He coughed twice and let go of his hand. He covered his lips and muttered softly, "Why does it feel like there is murderous intent..."

Joan was about to go into a rage at his indecent appearance, she stared at him speechlessly.

Francis stretched out his hand irresistibly, and pulled the girl into his arms. Fortunately, she did not refuse.The man closed his eyes, and couldn't help tightening his hands, with sour and warm emotions surging in his chest.

The distance was so close that she could clearly hear the heartbeats in each other's chests. Caught off guard, Joan was keenly aware of the depression coming from the man, so she could only let him hug her without any resistance, and froze in place helplessly. .

Francis put his chin on the top of Joan's head, restrained and hugged her quietly, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed a little dull.

Joan of Arc stayed in his arms obediently, patted his back lightly, and hummed the folk songs of her hometown, her voice was as gentle and gentle as coaxing a child.

It took a long time before she broke away from the warm embrace of the other party and was free.

"You..." The girl blushed in embarrassment, she opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the other party.

Francis let go of Joan and stared at him very seriously.

"No, brother, I have been thinking that if I can see you again, little Joan of Arc, I must not let that girl who gave everything for me, sacrificed for me, and bleeds for me get hurt in front of me again."

The melodious voice was suddenly lowered, and being overwhelmed by the man's rare and serious expression, Joan could only stare at him blankly with wide-eyed eyes.

She should have disarmed and returned to the fields, and lived a happier life than ordinary people.

Under the dim candlelight, he could not see whether his eyes were sad, Francis said, and touched the back of his head indiscriminately, as if he couldn't speak.

"That's why I rushed out out of control just now."

"Please don't say that!" The girl interrupted him angrily, and then muttered softly: "I am also very happy to be loved by you."

"I have always owed you an apology." Facing the girl's clear and trusting eyes, Francis covered his face in frustration and sighed deeply.

This apology was too late, and he always felt that he had failed Joan of Arc's pure trust. As France/Lan/Xi who was loved by her, he betrayed her.

He should have hugged her and not let anyone take her away.

Standing in front of her at this moment, those memories immediately came under pressure like a tide.

"I saw that Francis was crying that day."

The girl's voice became a little low, as if she was caught in the too long memory of the past, her eyes gradually deepened.

His body froze for a moment, and his unfinished words stopped abruptly. "Ah, is that so? To let you see such an embarrassing me..."

After being silent for a while, Joan looked seriously into the young man's eyes, trying to convey her feelings.

"That's not your fault."

The pain was dug out mercilessly and spread naked in the air. Francis paused and said in a low voice helplessly: "I still say this kind of thing until now, Joan of Arc."

Even so, the girl who had no regrets told him all her feelings.But that kind of indescribable complex feeling swept through his heart, and a touch of sadness and anger appeared in his heart inappropriately.

——for her not resentment.

"At that moment, I was thinking, I chose the path of making Fa/Lan/Xi smile, and I can pay any price for it. However, I still made him sad, and it was all my fault... I chose Destiny." The dim light shone on the girl's soft blond hair, refracting a dazzling halo, and she repeated again softly but very solemnly, "That's not your fault".

"And, do you remember what I told you then?"

"..."

How can you not remember, how can you forget?

—How dare you forget.

Chapter 20