[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

It was hard for Gilles de Ray to believe what Joan of Arc said at first, after all, she was just an ordinary country girl with the unique innocence and simplicity of a peasant girl. It's hard to believe what you say from the bottom of your heart, right?

However, this doubt has evolved into convincing piety in France/France/Sea's victories time after time.

The girl who brought miracles, Joan of Arc.

Claiming to be a messenger of the gods, she embarks on a path not a young girl would choose.

She raised the sword, she fought, she protected the people, she guarded the country.

"Following God's will, only I can bring victory to France/Lan/Sie."

The army Charlie gave her was a measly 3000 men and there was no order at all, and maybe they couldn't trust her either, maybe it was just a small test, but who cared?

At least Joan didn't care.

She rectified the military discipline with a tough attitude and restored the solemnity of the camp.

Joan cut off her long hair, took off her skirt, put on military uniform and armor, took her own flag and sword, led her army, and set foot on the battlefield.

A little girl can choose to fight for her hometown. As long as she is a man with a little blood, she feels that she cannot lose to her.

She breathed life into the army.

The place where the flag flew was Joan's front line, and it was miraculous that everyone was enthusiastically supporting her.

This enthusiasm turned into anger and vented on the battlefield.

The Maiden of God boldly abandoned her conservative strategy and took a fierce frontal attack. France/France/Sea subsequently won an incredible victory, reversing the situation of the war that had lasted for nearly a hundred years.

Because of the helplessness of the government, after countless shameful failures, France/France/Sea has been silent for too long, oppressed, plundered, and occupied, these are commonplace.But with the arrival of Joan of Arc, the people living in this land have awakened from their numbness, and indestructible courage burst out from their bodies.

They want to expel the enemy from the land of France/France/Spain.

After a series of large and small battles, France/France/France was liberated from such a miserable situation with almost miraculous speed.

The shouts in his ears shook the sky, and the flames of war spread around him.

The girl held the flag high, her face was a little tired, but she still couldn't hide the firmness from her heart.

The British army was retreating steadily, France/France/Sea was victorious, she did it, she successfully protected Mr. France/Nation.This way, you can proudly hold your chest out.

"You are injured, Joan of Arc!" Gilles de Ray's face was full of anxiety, but he still tried his best to restrain the uneasiness, and calmly persuaded his comrades, "You need medical treatment from a military doctor, and you can no longer stay on the front line."

"No, Marshal, I can fight again! Please don't take away my right to fight!"

Joan of Arc showed a gentle expression that was irresistible, and the eyes that contained toughness and firm will made the man's heart palpitate.

"you……"

She was always so silent and reliable, but once she became stubborn, no one could interfere. At least Jill was once again defeated by her stubborn eyes and acquiesced to her words.

He couldn't stop her at all.

Jill gritted her teeth and said, "It seems that we have to repel the British army earlier. I don't want the girl of God to go to see God so early."

Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief, this injury was nothing to her, she was a witch who was going to be burned, how could she be defeated by the mere British army here!

"God will never give up his maiden!"

The girl once again showed a sly smile of a successful plot, and vigorously raised the flag to beat the enemy.

"Thank you! Marshal!"

This is war, which can always bring only pain and destruction, never peace and happiness.

The messenger of God has deprived countless lives and has degenerated into an unforgivable witch. God may never forgive her.

But what does that matter?

She will die to win the future for France/Lan/Sea.

Jeanne thought so.

This world only favors the strong, and no one will give benefits for no reason, so she needs to work harder to actively fight for the rights of France/France/Sea, and seek a chance for him in the cracks.

"I heard you were hurt, how could this be? How could God hurt his maiden!?"

Francis Bonofvoir's face was so serious that God knows his heart almost stopped beating when he heard the news.He couldn't care about any elegant manners or frivolous smiles. He only had the girl in front of him in his eyes and mind.

Once again, after the war, Joan came to the house of Monsieur Bonnoffroy as a guest.

He always tried his best to prepare food for her, and said that this was the only thing he could do for her. Although Joan was very grateful for Mr. France's kindness, she also suspected more than once that it was because of them When they first met, he had been quite impressed by her horrific eating.

At this time, Joan was so embarrassed that she wanted to get under the table, hoping to erase the embarrassing things in the past, but this was impossible, so she could only continue to pretend that nothing happened.

"Are you worried about me? Please rest assured, I am a messenger of God, and I will never simply leave like this."

Francis asked hesitantly, "Are you...will you continue to fight?"

Joan smiled unwaveringly, shifting the focus cunningly, "I boasted in front of you that the war is going to end, you can't make me an untrustworthy person, can you?"

"...This is my fault." He said: "These shouldn't be burdened by you."

"No, of course not."

"Before I saw you, I kept thinking, why can he take what belongs to you?"

Joan of Arc said to Francis with a wry smile: "Everyone is aggressive. If you don't resist, you are doomed to be bullied for the rest of your life. No one would be happy to be beaten, so I have to put away my cowardice for the time being."

"Because only the people of this country can save a country. I am strong for you. As long as I can be strong, everyone will be strong, and you will be more confident."

"Look, France/France/Sea is becoming more and more vibrant, and your people are fighting for you...so please don't frown."

F/L/Sie watched her.

This is the people he loves, and also the girl who is desperate for him.

Bathed in such gentle yet firm eyes, Fa/Lan/Xi couldn't suppress the desire to smile at all, and he even felt the trembling from the depths of his soul.

I'm afraid no one can describe how this girl's words touched him.

How could there be such a person in this world?

She came to Fa/Lan/Xi's side, saving him, helping him, supporting him, and supporting him, even if the world collapsed, she would not leave.

Is this a "miracle" bestowed by the gods?

Francis Bonofova leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss on the forehead of the other party, full of pity and blessing.

"You are worthy of my love, madam."

"Ah, huh? No, that...how should I say..."

Joan of Arc's sanity was completely blown away by such a sudden attack, she was dumbfounded, spoke incoherently, her cheeks were dyed crimson, and stared at the other party in extreme surprise.

"This, this is really...too unexpected."

she murmured.

"You...I...uh, I mean..."

Sour and warm emotions surged in his chest, and Francis couldn't help laughing when he saw Joan of Arc's appearance.He raised the corners of his mouth and stared at the other party very seriously.

"Thank you, you are the hope of the country, Jeanne."

You are my hope, my hero.

Francis thought so.

France/France/France can’t stop her from continuing to shine on the battlefield, so that the younger generation can stay away from the flames of war as soon as possible, without having to cry for the destruction of their families, and enjoy the precious peace—this is the goal she wants to fight for, and it is indeed France/ The future Lan/Xi wants.

"It's great to meet you, to fight for you..."

A faint smile and an imperceptible heaviness quickly flashed across the girl's pupils.

It was something she hadn't expected to have an intersection with Francis beyond the bounds. When that day came, he...

"Your glory is my life."

Only this thing is definitely not a lie.

"I love France/Lan/Sie, and no one will be ashamed to love you."

Until the last moment, until the end of her life, she still thought so.

The girl's smile was clean and beautiful, unbelievably warm, blooming extremely sweetly, glistening in the sun.

Chapter 5