[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

"Why don't you want to rescue her? You only need a sum of money! That's Joan of Arc! Don't you, as a king, know how much she paid for France/Lan/Xi?!"

News came from the front that Joan of Arc, the leader, was captured by Burgundy, and the Burgundians sent a letter to the king of France/Lan/West asking for a ransom.According to Francis' vision, everyone from top to bottom should have actively rescued Joan of Arc, but no one reached out to her.

Francis looked at him suspiciously, "Answer me, Charlie!"

"... She doesn't have that value."

A strong impatience appeared on Charlie's face. He didn't want to discuss this topic with anyone, and this unconvincing answer was too perfunctory, which aroused France/Lan/Sie's anger.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

There was suspicion in his tone.

"Enough! I know you like that girl very much! But don't forget! You are my country, not that witch's country!"

"——No, you're wrong." Francis Bonofoire heard his voice extremely indifferent, as if it had penetrated into fine shards of ice: "I am France/Lan/Sie, and Joan of Arc is my people .”

Being questioned one after another, the man finally turned his eyes away from embarrassment and roared loudly: "My decision cannot be changed! Joan of Arc can never be saved! She will bring war!!"

"Bring war? Ha! Bring war!"

Francis repeated this sentence, and finally sneered at the man sitting on the throne. He nodded calmly, his heart sinking continuously, seemingly without end.

"There is no second Joan of Arc in this world." Fa/Lan/Xi seemed to be amused by her assumption, and a frosty storm slowly gathered in her eyes. "If I am on the verge of death again, can I still count on you to lend a helping hand to me?"

Charlie's angry expression froze.

"I am disappointed."

Francis didn't look at him again, showing utter contempt in his expression, he turned around and walked out of this suffocating cage.

What changed him?

Is the supreme power?Or is it the loneliness and fear that accompany the throne?

As the leader of the country, she puts on a lofty posture, but she is still afraid of war, a girl who is afraid of God, doubts that she can't control the future, and looks forward to solving the problem through negotiations, even turning a blind eye to the status quo of the country and paying attention to the demands of the people. ignore it.

Such haughty men, ungrateful ones—

Unable to communicate, unable to coexist.

Francis traveled all over the nobles' territory, and with 12 points of perseverance, he begged everyone to lend a helping hand to save the girl, but no one was willing to give a penny of money.

He couldn't raise the money.

Francis despaired of his incompetence.

In the end, he had no choice but to reach out to the civilians with the cheek to collect the ransom.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you all!"

After a long war, the common people have become very poor.But even so, they are still willing to contribute their small savings just to help a young girl.

Francis, with red eyes, almost shed tears holding those thoughts.

"Please be sure to save that adult..."

Countless people have said that to him.

They put their hearts into his hands and rekindled his hope.

Joan's former subordinates and wounded soldiers in the capital heard the news and volunteered to escort Francis to the vicinity of Compiègne.

"You belong to the sky, and Joan of Arc belongs to France/Lan/Xi. Now, brother, I am going to save my hero."

The little skylark tilted its head and stared at him with round eyes full of curiosity, as if it didn't understand where its innate affection for him came from.

At that time, the injured skylark had recovered enough energy and had enough physical strength to support it to continue to survive in the wild.

"You don't want the girl who saved you to suffer, do you?"

Francis smiled softly. The skylark stretched its wings, circled a few times in the air, and landed on the edge of the window sill in a daze, standing there, singing.

"Go ahead and don't get hurt again."

As if aware of the inevitable separation, it finally flew high, chasing the blue sky and white clouds.

Dazzling light spread across the sky and fell on the man's golden hair, making his eyebrows and eyes extraordinarily bright.With the money and heavy expectations, Francis hurried to the direction where the girl loved by the country was captured.

Not as a nation, but as a man, with all his hopes—and now Francis Bonofova was going where she was, to rescue heroes in distress.

But Francis was still a step late in the end, because France/France/Science refused to pay the ransom for a long time, and Joan of Arc was handed over to England, which paid a high fee.

Britain and France are very different, fighting to the death for many years, Joan of Arc fell into the hands of the enemy, what will happen to Francis, just thinking about it makes Francis feel suffocated.

He can only pray, no one wants to humiliate her.

Joan of Arc was imprisoned in the church, accused of numerous crimes, and she was coerced into confessing her guilt.

Of course, the cunning girl would not plead guilty easily, and started a fierce verbal competition with the other party.

The bishop of England wants to prove that he is the messenger of God, and the enemy wants her to die because he wants to destroy the will of France/Lan/Sie, but Joan of Arc knows that only when she dies, France/Lan/Sie will True fighting spirit.

I want to seek justice for the innocent girl, and I want the messenger of God to wash away her grievances.

Scared?

Of course there was.

But looking at Fa/Lan/Xi's pure smile, Joan of Arc gradually lost her fear in her heart.

Bathed in such gentle and pure eyes, Joan of Arc couldn't suppress the desire to smile at all, and she couldn't remember being afraid.

She doesn't want him to get hurt anymore.

After the trial, she was returned to prison.

"You are more relaxed."

There was a cold snort from behind, and the girl turned around to see the person, a little surprised.

She said calmly, "It's you."

"It's me." Arthur Kirkland nodded arrogantly, noticing her pale face, "I want to see how the witch who has been criticized by words and pens will escape."

Feeling helpless at his answer, Joan smiled and shook her head.She really didn't want to escape here, but no one would believe this.

"Why bother you."

Time goes by bit by bit, Joan of Arc's life will end soon, and life is coming to an end.But her mood was unexpectedly calm, and she even had the mood to take care of herself carefully to make her blond hair look neater.

"What kind of eyes do you have! You can't escape, you will die on the stake."

Joan's eyes were still so calm, even faintly smiling.

"Bring the hay, please."

She complained in a declarative tone: "The accommodation conditions in your cell are too bad, but I am a person who can sleep comfortably with only haystacks, so I don't comment on it."

"The prisoners dare to pick and choose!"

Arthur was amazed by this, and he looked at her like a monster.

"Then... please give me a pen."

"Did you make a mistake, woman? How dare you ask the enemy for something? Do you have the self-knowledge of a prisoner?"

"Will you not give it to me?"

Jeanne nodded, but she was not disappointed.

She looked around in the cage, found a small stone, used it to draw a cross on the wall, and then knelt down reverently.

Joan of Arc would always feel restless if she didn't pray.

Arthur Kirkland frowned, staring at her with complicated eyes.

He couldn't understand her every move at all.

She took the initiative to throw herself into the enemy's siege before, but now she has fallen into the enemy's hands, and she seems to have accepted everything calmly, or firmly believes that she has not been given up-her attitude is too calm, neither ridiculing nor Do not attempt to attack.

It has to be said that this makes her full of weird mysteries.

But he thought of the origin of his name, and thought of a girl who also sacrificed, dedicated, and abandoned all of herself, and had to admit that human beings are really cute and admirable from the standpoint of eliminating the enemy.

By the time Joan finished praying, Mr. Ying/Guo behind him had already left.

Chapter 10