[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

France/Lan/Sie had already stepped into the main hall of the Chinon Castle in Dulon Province, and Joan of Arc should naturally stay outside to wait for His Royal Highness to call.

The waiting time was not too long.

After all, this was the beginning of 420 AD, the latter part of the Hundred Years War, a time full of wars.For decades, Britain and France have fought each other for land and domination.France/Lan/Spain retreated steadily under the pressure of England/Geland/Land, and lost inch by inch of land in embarrassment. The long-term war made the people of France/Lan/Spain exhausted.

Orleans is located on the Loire River, England/Great/Land has launched an offensive against Orleans at this time, it is at the height of the war, Orleans is in danger, but it has become the last one that can stop the British army from driving straight into the rest The survival of the French/French/Spanish nation is facing an unprecedented crisis.

The young Henry VI was unable to manage state affairs by himself, and various political forces in England/Greatland started a power struggle again.When the war was in full swing, a country girl from a remote area descended like the wind, bringing exciting news to France/Lan/Xi.

Even if what Joan brought was a lie claiming to be the "messenger of God", this prince who had nowhere to retreat would probably test it out.

Not long after, Joan of Arc successfully entered this majestic and magnificent palace with the soldiers leading the way.

Charlie has already made corresponding preparations. He is going to play a game of "guess who is me" with Joan of Arc, and the girl Joan of Arc lives up to expectations and successfully recognizes him.

Without hesitation, Joan's gaze fell on Charlie who was hiding behind the crowd. She walked over with firm steps, following her thoughts, and stared at him calmly.

As if shocked by this scene, they unconsciously gave way to everyone's surprised, amazed and even suspicious gazes.

In front of Prince Charles, Joan of Arc knelt down on one knee, put her hand on her chest devoutly, and told her will.

She insisted that she heard a voice from heaven, and God gave her "instructions" to lead the French to repel the invading British army and lead the crown prince to Reims Cathedral for the coronation ceremony.

Francis saw the girl carrying the heavy burden on her thin shoulders, her voice was low and loud, even if she bent her back, her firm belief would not be damaged.

It was just such an ordinary peasant girl, with the innocence and innocence of young people on her face, but she had the courage to come to him and say to him, "I want to end the war."

Isn't she afraid?Won't you be afraid?Won't you feel the pain of the blood and tears to come?

The answer is certainly yes.

But she still chose to join the army, and the reason is naturally obvious.

She wants to win a free soul for France/Lan/Sie, God is her belief, and the glory of France/Lan/Sie is her life.

It's just that simple.

"His Royal Highness, God has a word to make you king."

After staring at the girl in silence for a while, Francis heard her speak respectfully.

Just such a simple sentence brought Charlie back to the world from the brink of despair about his situation.

"Young girl favored by God, I give you the honor of looking up and having an interview with me."

Can't wait as if grabbing a life-saving straw, Charlie asked with interest: "So, what do you want to do here?"

"I need an army, Your Highness." Joan of Arc, a girl from Lorraine, stood up kindly, "And, I hope you can customize a flag and scabbard for me."

"The army will be ready right away, including military armor..." Charlie nodded, "I can understand all of this, but how will you use the flag and scabbard after you arrive?"

"The flag is the unbreakable faith of France/Lan/Xi, and the scabbard is God's mercy to me."

Far too much has been done to France and his people by this protracted campaign, Joan thought.

Bloodshed and casualties in war are inevitable, and sins will never be erased.In the rest of her life, the girl must carry a sense of guilt and longing for a better future for salvation, and survive unswervingly—even if she will take many lives because of it.

"Good! I believe in the messenger of God."

Crown Prince Charlie stared at her deeply, and finally overcame all objections and entrusted his trust to Joan of Arc.

When he announced that Joan of Arc could play cheaply with the army, he probably didn't expect that one day the peasant girl would actually crown him.

But in any case, Joan succeeded in getting what she wanted.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Highness."

Joan smiled, then raised the sword in her hand, and solemnly declared: "Who will support God and her maiden? Who will fight with me to Orleans! The land of France/Lan/Sea belongs only to us!"

The knights supported her enthusiastically, shouting loudly: "Fight to Orleans! Take back our land!"

As if they finally got an opportunity, all the emotions that the people had suppressed for decades burst out at this moment. They wept excitedly and roared like the most fanatical believers.

Joan of Arc put on a heavy military uniform and armor, carried her own flag representing national glory, went to the battlefield to charge, abandoned the right to cry, and led the troops to rescue the crisis in Orleans.

All fighting for the beloved France/France/Sea.

The girl who claimed to be sent by God was dressed in a military uniform, held the flag in her hand, and was always at the forefront of the team. She led the army of only 3000 people and conquered the enemy's fortress with high morale. Stepping on the bones of the enemy, he saved this precarious country in a situation beyond everyone's imagination.

Looking at the flying flag, the loyal and heroic soldiers and people of France/France/Spain can breed infinite courage and strength!

On the day when the land belonging to France/France/Sea was retaken and Orleans was liberated, the long-defeated French/France/Spanish people cheered and surrounded Joan of Arc, affectionately calling her "The Maiden of Orleans". , the ruling and opposition parties paid her the highest praise.

It was just four short months.

The heroic girl Joan of Arc always took her banner and led her army of less than 5000 people to go there in person. After a hundred deaths, she finally defeated the British army.

Francis watched her put on her sword and take the lead. When she climbed the siege ladder, she was hit by a stone on her helmet, but she continued to fight, captured the enemy's fortress, and wiped out or captured a large number of British troops.She braved the hail of bullets to send the captured king back to France/France/West, and finally succeeded in crowning Charles VII with the help of Lance.

A flock of pure white pigeons flapped their wings and flew by. The girl was bathed in the sun, and stared at him with clear eyes at a loss. The smile on her face was unconsciously filled with distress—it was probably the cleanest and most simple smile in the world. Alright.

She seemed very unable to adapt to the enthusiasm and kindness of the people. Joan of Arc, who was just an ordinary girl, no longer had the consciousness of being a spiritual leader after she left the battlefield.

Francis stood outside the crowd, blindly turning a blind eye to her embarrassment, but still staring at her intently, and couldn't help laughing.

Even though there were so many people there, she was the only one who was the most prominent in his heart, and it was really incredible that he could find her location at a glance.

... Ahhh, I finally saw France/Lan/Sie's smile.

So it's not a waste of work.

Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief.

This is really, really good.

However, for some reason, Joan always felt an inexplicable familiarity with these scenes.This is probably because she has "seen" it, because she is sure that she has not "experienced" these things.

"What's the matter, Jenny?"

"...No, it's all right, my dear Mr. France/Lan/Sie."

After the girl finally broke through the siege, Mr. France/Lan/Sie pulled her away without changing his expression under the fierce stare of Mr. Joan's comrade-in-arms who was also overwhelmed by the enthusiastic crowd.

"What would you like to have for lunch? Brother, I'm good at corn soup or veal stewed in red wine! But... if you're an underage girl, you can't drink red wine."

Joan expressed her thoughts tactfully, "I'm sorry to trouble you, I'm not picky."

I don't know when, the relationship between her and this country has become closer and closer.Joan was somewhat resistant to this, but it was difficult to refuse the attention from faith.After all, she will be burned in the end. At that time, this gentleman...

"You are too polite."

Joan of Arc smiled and didn't answer, but her intuition sounded the alarm in an instant, and she secretly raised her guard.

Here we go again, is it an illusion?That kind of tightness that goes with you like a shadow.

I always feel that someone is watching me, waiting for an opportunity to move, the viscous malice in that gaze is like a snake staring at a frog.

She looked around secretly and vigilantly, but did not find any suspicious abnormalities, so Joan had to temporarily abandon her doubts.

"You are too enthusiastic, I just did what I should do."

Joan raised her face and showed a normal smile, and Francis smiled back at her, that smile was free from impurities, without the slightest habitual frivolity and frivolity, only pure refreshment and joy.

The two walked away side by side, gradually drifting away.

The girl who brought miracles, Joan of Arc.

Claiming to be the "Messenger of God", she believed in her God and country more devoutly than anyone else, but was eventually betrayed by both of her beliefs.

Fate made a high-pitched mockery for this.

Chapter 4