[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

The two who looked at each other silently walked on the fields in the countryside.

A confused and awkward atmosphere has been lingering around, Joan of Arc followed Francis absent-mindedly, lowered her head and immersed herself in her own thoughts, not knowing what she was thinking, which was very rare.

Fa/Lan/Suit pretended to be nonchalant and quickly glanced at her, then hurriedly looked away.

The girl's blond hair is really gentle and beautiful, covering her forehead in pieces, and the trembling eyelashes seem to be particularly pitiful.

At this moment, Joan of Arc, who was illuminated by the sun, looked unusually quiet.

Joan of Arc loves to laugh when she is not fighting. She is determined to get involved in the smoke of gunpowder, so she smiles when she cuts off her long hair, and she also smiles when she faces countless doubts.

Even when she was injured on the battlefield, she never showed a weak expression.

The Fearless Maiden of Orleans--that's what they've always called her since she took Orleans back, but Joan of Arc was just an ordinary girl, from the country, with little culture, and when the conversation came to art, she was terribly innocent. His eyes seem to say: I am only a little better at fighting.When faced with the words she was least good at, Joan would be helpless, and her immature face showed a different kind of innocence.

Francis stopped suddenly, and Joan naturally looked back at him, her light-colored pupils were filled with bright tenderness, and she opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something.

"Wait a minute, little Joan of Arc." Francis lifted up the wreath on the girl's head with both hands. He inspected it carefully and found that it was a bit messy, so he buried his head in weaving it again, "What did you want to say just now?"

Joan of Arc looked at his gentle and drooping eyebrows and the corners of his lips that were slightly smiling, and seemed to have an extra intimacy for no reason, so the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat.

"It's nothing... I'm just, suddenly hungry."

Her jaw tensed briefly, and then she changed the subject a bit abruptly.

"Huh?" Francis didn't seem to expect her to say this, and he laughed for a moment, showing the boastful smile of "Brother France/Lan/Xi is the best" as always, "That's right, we all ran here. It's been a long time, and I need a full meal. Then, brother, I must show my housekeeping skills and show off my skills to reward those who have made great contributions."

Joan nodded indiscriminately, feeling extremely distressed. She looked at Francis's normal eyes at the moment, which could be called a natural attitude, and wondered if she was thinking too much.

Maybe, F/L/S is just...

"Come on, now it's time to present the beautiful flowers to my hero."

Francis didn't seem to notice Joan's insincerity, but showed his true self without any scruples, showing a bright smile from the heart.

"Jeanne, you are the hero of France/France/Sea."

His words interrupted her thoughts.

Joan blinked blankly, and was about to reject France/Lan/Sie's compliment, but before she could speak, she raised her eyes and met his eyes. The girl found that there seemed to be anticipation and apprehension in his eyes, As if waiting for something, he opened his mouth and said tentatively, "Thank you, it's beautiful."

The girl's eyes fell on the wreath in his hand, which was extremely gorgeous and colorful from the point of view she didn't know how to appreciate from an artistic point of view.

Fa/Lan/Xi bent over exaggeratedly, happily putting the wreath that had re-bloomed on the girl's head.

"We are happy to help."

...I really care about it, this person obviously cares about it!

Joan fell silent without a word, and stared at him dumbfounded.

Mr. France/Lan/Xi in front of her seems to be very guessing, and the girl's heart can't help but a little sweetness that she doesn't know.

Joyful colors shone in the bright eyes, and a full blush climbed up on the cheeks. The bright joy emanating from the depths of Joan's heart seemed to infect the man, causing him to burst into an overly bright smile again.

"Dear F/L/S-"

"Call me Francis, little Joan, you have agreed."

As if she was poked at the pain point by something, that malicious stare appeared again, entangled around her like a necrosis.

Almost instantly, his own death appeared before his eyes again.The smile on the girl's face faded like a tide, and the heat in her chest also gradually cooled down.

Jeanne suddenly realized what she had done.

As soon as she thought of her own death, she had to press the throbbing that had sprouted in her heart to the bottom of her heart.

she will die.

This is something she has to face and cannot escape.

After that, France/France will win freedom, the people will be stronger, the world will not change without her, the sun will still rise as usual, and everything will still follow the laws of nature-for that In the bright future, everything about Joan can be given up.

It was not in her intention to become intimate with France/Lan/Sie, but it was hard for Joan to say that she was not touched by the gentle treatment and extraordinary attention from the country.

She will fall into hell.

"...I'm sorry." Jeanne lowered her head, trying her best to hold back her surging tears, her short short hair blocked her view from the side.If possible, she would also like to accompany Fa/Lan/Xi all the time, and go through the difficult years together, but she must leave him one step ahead.

Everything will end in that fire, and Joan feels sorry for Fa/Lan/Sie watching her go.

But she had to do it.

"me……"

"I said you never have to apologize to me, Jeanne."

Saying this sentence again, and sighing to appease the girl, Fa/Lan/Xi, his emotions seemed to have calmed down a lot.Francis looked into the distance, speaking in a calm and relaxed tone.

"On those extremely steep cliffs, there will always be tenacious lives thriving, not afraid of severe cold and heat, not afraid of wind and rain, even if it is barren land, they can desperately bloom their own splendor. Whenever this Sometimes, I always lament the nobility of life and am in awe of this world full of miracles."

Joan raised her head to look directly at him, but was stung by the other's sad smile.

"you……"

"Why don't you want to back down when you are hurt?" The girl's eyes were warm and soft, tolerant and sad. "Don't you feel afraid when facing the British army?"

"Mr. France/Lan/Sie, please understand that I am not just a girl, but your people. Joan is also a messenger of God, a warrior who was born to protect you--soldiers do not have tears, please Just remember that."

"I... said that I am a very cowardly person, but when I think that there are still many people standing behind me, and you are behind me, I have no choice but to muster up the courage to rush forward."

Joan showed a calm smile, her firmness came from the heart and never wavered.

"Never feel sad for me, let the pain be far from you, great Fran/si, you are with me, the Lord is with me. Your glory is my life, I have given myself all , so I can no longer be regarded as an ordinary girl, you must treat me differently."

She gave up everything she could for France/Lan/Sai.

Francis Bonofova was heartbroken by this.

Chapter 7