[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

It was May [-]th in [-], the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was so gentle, it was the weather Joan of Arc would have liked, but it was also the day when she died with unfounded charges.

The traces of her existence completely disappeared in the flames of war, but the short memory of that day brought a biting chill to his long torrent of time, so heavy that he almost masochistically reminded himself that "there was a The girl went to jail to save you, but died because of your inaction", that time is still so deep and vivid that every time he recalls it, there will be clear pain and bitterness in his chest.

Sometimes, because of this feeling that is no different from ordinary people, Francis really has the illusion that he is a living person, not a country.

A country that betrayed the girl who loved him dearly.

But the irony is that Far/Lan/Sy loves her deeply, and the land has always loved her deeply.

In the scorching fire, in his gradually blurred vision, he extremely suppressed the surge of sorrow, and witnessed the tongue of fire licking her body inch by inch, burning her to death.

He concentrated on trying to piece together the girl's silent mouth shape.

She is saying:

"Don't—cry—"

F/L/S, please don't cry.

He nodded tremblingly, unable to maintain his usual composure.

The girl looked at him from a distance across the sea of ​​flames, and when she saw his image of being in such a mess, she couldn't help but frowned and smiled.

So a smile suddenly appeared on his face, as calm as every afternoon when a girl was by his side.

Although the radian of the muscles that tried to pull the corners of the mouth was completely stiff.

But... He thought, although it was futile, so she could feel a little relieved, right?

That is a girl who loves to worry about him very much, a girl who foolishly thinks that she is extremely happy, if she is not at ease to leave, then he will be even more unable to forgive himself.

"I've always said some useless beautiful words, brother, I am a very useless man."

"That's not true! You are Fa/Lan/Xi! The strong and great F/Lan/Xi!" She glared at him angrily, and the girl's eye circles gradually turned red. "Don't feel sorry for me. I'm just more willful. I'll leave first and wait for you there."

"...Really, you girl still stay like this."

The heat in his eyes could no longer be hidden, and Francis supported his forehead in distress, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, let's stop here for the history topic."

Unable to realize the feeling in the heart of the young man in front of her, Joan said jokingly: "I will pray first."

He asked calmly, "Pray for what?"

"Prayer Fa/Lan/Xi, pray..." Tilting her head slightly, an incredibly soft smile slowly appeared on the girl's upright and awe-inspiring face. His eyes are like the vast sky.

"Pray that I finally come back to you."

Francis was startled suddenly.

For a girl with such a firm and clear belief, her brave and fearless soul is so dazzling that it is incredible.In the short two years of memory about this girl, she was always smiling in front of him, rarely showing negative emotions.

Back then, he also asked her if she was afraid, if she was afraid of death and separation, pain and suffering.Her answer made him feel heartbroken apart from whether to laugh or cry.She is still such an immature girl. She spent her life as a soldier, went to the battlefield to charge, gave up the right to cry, and fought for her beloved France/France/Sea.

What did the girl who was steadfast to the country get in the end?

A humiliating betrayal.

God sent that child to F/Ran/Sie, fell in love with F/Ran/Sie, returned glory to F/Ran/Sie, was loved by F/Ran/Sie, but would take her away.

F/L/Sie eventually abandons her.

Yes, he betrayed her.

From her being raped in the tower to the end of the trial, no one rescued her, and finally her life ended at the best age.

The beautiful girl who has only been open for nineteen years is about to wither. The beautiful girl who bears a heavy mission, her body was annihilated in the fire in Lyon and turned into ashes.

Now the girl knelt down in front of him, still persistently praying to the Lord for her beloved country.

She is still so young and beautiful, and the years have not left any traces on her body.

Because F/L/Sie betrayed her.

Francis, you betrayed her.

With such cruel facts constantly circling in his mind, there was a slight pain deep in his heart. Under the girl's doubtful eyes, he subconsciously returned a smile.

It was him who caused her death.

"One more thing, about Gilles de Ray...he..."

"I've seen him."

"Is that so..."

"Yes, I am indeed dead. He will lament about it. That is history and an unchangeable fate. I am very sorry and sorry for his choice. But please don't worry, I have a good time with him, so It's all right."

"That's great. I'm so glad to see you again."

"Me too! Francis!"

The whole heart was filled with a smile, as if the body and mind had been redeemed, the young man held the girl's warm palm tightly, and said very seriously:

"Jeanne, you're back."

"Yes, Francis."

"Welcome home."

"I'm home."

"Are you going?"

"Yes, you have to be good, France/Lan/Sie."

"Okay, I promise you."

So Francis watched her go again, but this time there was a good farewell, so it didn't matter, that was enough.

Francis' eyes revealed a deep tenderness, and the eyes that looked at her still shone with a soft and pure light.

"After history is restored, everything will return to normal." The Holy Grail that does not belong to this era has been recovered, and the figure of Joan of Arc has begun to loom. , I like to see you smile."

"I, I like Francis the most!"

This sentence will never be false. The days of living in this land are very happy.

Joan is grateful for this world, it is great to be able to be born as a human being, to be able to meet him, and to be able to walk with him.

"Francis, if you are in crisis again, please keep calling me."

The young man stared at her intently and listened quietly.

"As long as you still need me, as long as I can come again, I can fight for you at any time."

The disputes are endless, the conflicts never stop, the boundary between life and death cannot be broken, and this body is still born for fighting and protection at any time.

"I would like to be your sword, fight for you, and die for you."

Before completely dissipating into spirit particles, Joan opened her arms and hugged him, her body turned into countless crystal bright spots of light, floating away, scattered in all directions, melting like the first snow.

Before the consciousness was interrupted, she left a last wish in the man's ear, and the girl's smile warmed the whole world of Francis, making his heart melt in an instant.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Francis quietly stared at the direction where the girl disappeared, speechless for a long time.

This is the second time to see her go, and Fa/Lan/Xi recalled the good time spent together with her, which made the corners of his mouth unknowingly appear gentle ripples, as if his body and mind have been redeemed , The accumulated longing and pain finally calmed down.

"...Just let her go."

Francis stretched out five fingers in the direction where she disappeared, trying to touch the unattainable future, but in the end he only caught a faint candlelight.

"Really, do you know how much you have gone too far? Anyway, consider my feelings." Of course, Francis also has his own selfish intentions, "I would rather never see you again, Joan of Arc, than let you be bloodied again. "

For those who have been played with by history, it would be great if they could be born, fall in love, and live a happy life somewhere in the next life—brother, I have always thought so.

Although I still look forward to meeting her again and hold the expectation of being able to meet her again, if possible, I still hope that she can truly live a stable life of her own.

Because of a good farewell, I will never experience life and death again, so it doesn't matter, but I am a little regretful that I couldn't witness her happy appearance.

Francis hopes that fate will not treat her poorly forever.

To be able to see her again, and to say goodbye well, this can already be called a miraculous goodbye.

In this way, it is already satisfied.

What Francis finally asked for was nothing more than this.

And why not Joan of Arc.

That's enough, really enough.

So goodbye, Jeanne.

The flickering candle dispelled the darkness and enveloped the man gently.

There was deep nostalgia and warmth in his eyes, and a sigh of satisfaction escaped from the depths of his throat. Francis quietly watched the world in front of him cry out, gradually collapsed and turned into nothingness, and then began to correct, overthrow and rebuild.

Fa/Lan/Xi leaned against the wall and fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

At the end of the memory is the girl's bright smiling face and her gentle voice.

...Is this a dream?

One day I can see her happy smile.

Francis is looking forward to it.

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