[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

"Mr. France/Lan/Xi!"

Seeing the blond man quietly appearing in front of her eyes, Joan was taken aback. She hurriedly retracted the flag and ran to Francis in a panic.In order to have more physical strength to beat the enemy on the battlefield, Joan of Arc is practicing martial arts with her comrades. This is one of the few pleasures she has during this time.

"Are you all right?"

Jeanne held his arm nervously, she was relieved when she saw him shaking his head, but couldn't help muttering, "Really, please don't approach me at this time!"

After getting a definite answer, Joan of Arc instantly burst into a warm smile, and with an irresistible gesture,

He expressed his worries with a bit of blame, and continued to carefully check where the other party was injured. At this time, the girl's gentle smile was rare and tough.

"Don't be too nervous, sweet little Jeanne, you're pretty good."

Francis rubbed the top of her hair. This unreliable country always made Joan feel like she couldn't finish her heart.

"You have worked hard to protect me."

Joan glared at him. After this period of time, there seemed to be less and less distance between them. The conversation was like friends, and they got along a lot more casually.

Feelings are really a wonderful thing. Since Joan made up her mind to raise the flag and saw Francis' smiling face, she was really not afraid.

For the sake of France/France/Spain, everything is nothing.

Her death is worthwhile.

Gilles de Ray put away his sword and nodded to F/L/C.

Francis didn't care about his silence, and smiled at him tolerantly.

This rebellious baron has always been different from those drunken nobles in the country. If one day he shows a gesture of surrender to people other than Joan of Arc, Francis will really wonder if his brain is broken.

"Then let's end today, Jill."

"it is good."

When facing Joan of Arc, Jill showed obedience, looking at her with burning eyes.

A man who has been in the military for many years has seen too many battles, countless deaths, and endless wars, so he never believes in God, nor does he believe in a government composed of nobles, but he believes in the messenger of God and the maiden of God.

She took back the land of France/France/Sea and gradually improved people's lives.

Jill walked on the street by chance, if someone recognized him as Joan's comrade in arms, they would greet him warmly, and that kind of pure kindness enveloped him, which was a feeling he had never experienced before, which almost made him fall into despair and flee.

He took the initiative to step into the army because he wanted to support France/Lan/Sieh as much as possible, but the repeated defeats made him suspicious-it was Joan who led him on the right track.

Francis noticed his expression and subconsciously looked at him.

The moment their eyes collided, they frowned almost at the same time, and a faint sense of crisis rose in their hearts from nowhere.

Joan of Arc temporarily placed her flag here, and when she turned around, she found that something unpleasant happened to them, so she watched them stare at the game for no apparent reason.

"what's wrong?"

Francis turned his head, showing an innocent expression.

"It's nothing, it's just that I once again discovered that my brother's charm is invincible~"

"... Huh?" Joan of Arc was used to his way of speaking, she had a look of desire to complain, but she finally chose to give up, she shook her head, "Then we'll go first, Jill, see you tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Joan."

Saying goodbye to his comrades in arms, Joan of Arc and Francis strolled through the streets together.

"Tomorrow there is the official coronation of Charlie and I am honestly surprised you bring it up."

"Why? It is the will of God, Mr. Francis."

"Perhaps...it's because before you appeared, I already had a premonition that I was about to be killed. Now that Charlie can take over, I really didn't think about it before, and it didn't feel real at all."

Joan of Arc listened to his words seriously, and then said: "Then you have to get used to changing your boss as soon as possible. If you go on strike again, I don't know if His Royal Highness will let you go..." She thought with a distressed expression. After a while, "Uh, then... try not to be so conspicuous? You are too high-profile every time you run!"

Hearing this statement, Francis stared at her for a moment, then suddenly turned his head away from her blank stare, shrugged his shoulders, and let out a suspicious chuckle.

"Mr. France/Lan/Xi!"

Joan blushed and stared at him with great displeasure.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I just think that Jenny, you are so serious when you say... poof!"

"I just hope you can live a little easier! I'm not encouraging you to skip work frequently!" Joan emphasized as if warning, "What's so funny?!"

"Oh, our hero can also play a little temper, which makes my brother think you are very cute. You are really an ordinary little girl."

"Originally." Joan looked at his increasingly joyous and unrestrained smiling face angrily, and felt that she was being perfunctory at will, "I come from Leidongmi, a village, and I do farm work every day."

"Ok, I know."

His smiling voice was unexpectedly gentle, with surprising warmth.

"You have always loved life very much, and you are serious, hardworking, and cute."

"Hey, hey..." The girl blushed at a loss and waved her hands in a panic. She still couldn't adapt to Mr. Motherland's enthusiastic praise.

"You deserve such praise, Joan."

Having received such praise, Joan was both happy and embarrassed, but she still thanked her frankly. "Thank you! I am very happy! Mr. Francis!"

She smiled, with a pure and brilliant light shining in her pupils, that kind of smile was really bright and moving.

"Just a moment, Mr. Francis."

Joan of Arc said so, and quickly turned into a church that she saw with her sharp eyes.

She looked up at the statue of God, bathed in the glory of God, and knelt down devoutly.

All the heat on her face subsided, and at this moment, all the embarrassing emotions and surging joy left her.

The girl was burdened with the sin of blood, and she dared not ask God for forgiveness. She only hoped that she could really allow Francis to live in peace.

That's enough.

She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and said a prayer in the darkness.

The girl's voice was like a clean and clear stream, which seemed to make the surroundings quieter.The benevolent God looked at her tolerantly, and the sun shone through the painted windows into the church, and the gleaming light became extra soft.

Francis approached Joan of Arc, looking at the girl praying, it seemed that she could only accommodate her in his eyes.

Joan of Arc in prayer is very beautiful.

Watching her gentle and quiet figure, the young man found her figure looming and almost disappearing from the spot in the next second. Uncontrollable panic suddenly emerged in his heart. He bent down and stretched out his hand towards the girl, passing it to the palm of his hand. The warm touch made him break out of the trance and return to reality suddenly.

"What's the matter with you, Francis?"

"...No, I'm fine." Francis let go of his hand at the right time, and he didn't know what happened to him, obviously she was here all the time.He secretly laughed at his worrying about gain and loss. This is a girl loved by God. Could it be that he is worried that God will take her away in this world?

"That's good."

Joan looked at him suspiciously to see if he was hiding something. "If you are uncomfortable, you must say it."

Then she bowed and saluted, ending the prayer.

"Let's go, Mr. Francis."

Francis smiled and asked, "What did God say to you this time?"

The girl blinked, with a gentle and modest smile on her lips, and said smoothly: "He told me not to be afraid, and please don't worry too."

Joan can't stay in the rear for a few days. She must go to the front as soon as possible and try her best to take back a little more land in France/France. Charlie is afraid of war. If there is no accident, this is her in France / West last time.

"When Feather recovers from the injury, you should be back. I am full of confidence in the girl of God."

Feather is an injured little skylark that was accidentally rescued before, and it is also the national bird of France/France/Spain, and it is now kept by Francis.

Joan of Arc didn't answer his question, but just sighed, "Why did you just give someone a name so casually?"

"That's not important." France/Lan/Sie asked with a smile: "The important thing is, Joan of Arc, what do you want to do after the war is over?"

"Huh? Me..." Having already thought about the answer to the question in just a few seconds, Joan replied without any hesitation: "If there are no accidents, I will continue to be by the Lord's side, to accompany the Lord. By your side."

"...Little Joan of Arc is so cunning, but there is nothing I can do about it because God is more important than me." Francis looked at her normal face and sighed pretendingly, "Now a bird has to be in front of me, I'm not happy."

Jeanne widened her eyes in surprise.

"That's why you are? Feather will cry when he hears that, right?"

"This is a matter of principle."

It was rare for him to persist in a serious manner, but Joan couldn't laugh or cry, this earnestness was misplaced.

"You are the most important."

"……what?"

"You are the most important thing to me."

The girl showed a big smile, her heart was full of love for him, so she was able to express her passionate heart, and wanted to convey it as much as possible.

"Your future is the goal I have worked so hard for until now!"

Fa/Lan/Xi, who was shocked by these words, was speechless for a long time, and could only look at the girl fixedly.

Joan's hair was blown up by the wind, and the smile on her face was exceptionally bright and full of joy. That flawless happiness was no less than her beautiful face, like a pure white swan dancing lightly, of course Glittering man's eyeballs.

This upright and awe-inspiring girl, her smile is exactly what France / Lan / Xi wants to protect.

Ah yes, being loved by such a girl, France/Lan/Xi wants to return her equal love, isn't that a matter of course?

France/Lan/Sie began to think about the future, and when the girl took off her armor, he would definitely walk through the village with Joan again, step across the fields, go to the festival in the town, and happily watch the beautiful scenery.

At that time, she must be the most beautiful girl in the audience.

Chapter 8