"Poor woman, to this day you don't understand why you've fallen into this situation. ”

The strands of hair that filled the field of vision were like billions of poisonous snakes, and the dark purple lips seemed to mock, and they spoke in a low murmur between opening and closing.

In the middle of his eyes, his lips curled.

The sneering lips grew more and more strange, and finally turned into a sinister smile.

"Since you trust Charlie so much, I'll show you the true face of that king!"

In an instant, a large number of images and sounds poured into Jeanne's mind......

......

"That woman ......"

A splendid palace came to mind, and a man in a low hat was standing in front of a man sitting on a throne, humbly saying something.

But the man in the low hat spoke not French, but English, and Jeanne could barely understand it, and the man babbled a lot, frowning from time to time, and occasionally inducing, as if trying to persuade the man on the throne in front of him.

The man on the throne seemed to be hesitating, his hands resting on the throne, some hesitant strokes, sometimes quietly clenched into fists, sometimes stretched out, as if two fierce emotions were at war in his mind.

Finally, the man on the throne spoke......

"Then ......"

It was a familiar voice, a little unconfident, from his misadventure. In the past, the owner of that voice, Jeanne, had always been his king, but now, that voice said the last thing it should have said.

"Compiègne. ”

......

"Ahhhh!!!h

In the midst of the crowd, a heart-rending female voice suddenly sounded from the burning stake, and the figure looming in the flames seemed to be struggling in pain, but the throat wounded by the smoke made the voice look like the screams of inhuman monsters.

The crowd listened to the voice, and their faces were full of horror.

In this age when the mystery has not yet receded, it is full of all kinds of superstitions, and as a well-known saint, what will be the consequences of burning her? No one knows, and some people even instinctively take a few steps back.

"Don't be afraid! It's just a witch purified by flames. ”

Seeing this scene, some priests hurriedly shouted, listening to this voice, the crowd that had been frightened by the inhuman screams and retreated, only to stabilize and did not continue to retreat.

In the flames, the woman whom the priest accused of being a witch had long since been burned beyond recognition, and her body was full of scorched marks, but even so she did not die, as if some inexplicable force supported her.

The unrecognizable "man" opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

“......”

However, his throat had long been burned by the hot smoke and air, and he could not speak at all, only a strange roar.

She is not stupid, she has never lost a single defeat after dozens of battles, and the flag in her hand points to victory, but there are some things, even she herself is deliberately avoiding and not wanting to think about it.

Why didn't they send her troops when they sent her to the south of France? Why did the Burgundians somehow know her whereabouts and surround her? Why did the soldiers close the gates "out of fear" when she was fighting to the death and cutting off the back of the soldiers? Why did Charles have no intention of saving her after she was captured?

Are all kinds of accidents really just accidents?

Everything...... It's just that she doesn't want to think about it, she doesn't dare to think about it.

She has given so much to France, but how exactly does France repay her?

King...... Generals...... Marshals...... French people......

“......”

The "man" who had been burned beyond recognition opened his mouth wide, but even with all his might, there was only a faint dry roar in his throat, and his heart was full of anger and sorrow, and he couldn't say anything at the moment.

That's when ......

There was a touch of tenderness on his cheeks, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of pupils...... What a pupil it was, a pupil that swallowed everything like a black hole, and even light could not escape, so that there was no reflection at all.

Anger, despair, grief, resentment, resentment, jealousy......

All the negative emotions came to my heart, and that feeling even surpassed the body that was being burned by the flames at the moment, but my heart was obviously full of anger and despair of betrayal, but when I saw those pupils, all the negative emotions turned into an inexplicable sense of peace, as if I could be satisfied as long as I saw those pupils.

Jeanne ......

In the sight, accompanied by the deep voice, the owner of the pupil gently stroked her cheek, its hand was unusually gentle, as if it was treating some rare treasure, that only the darkness and no other pupils, the unrecognizable "person" seemed to see the peace and pity in the pupil.

"Are you angry?"

In the line of sight, only the dark purple lips could be seen opening and closing.

This was the third time that the owner of the pupil had asked, it had already asked Jeanne three times, once in prison, once when she was burned at the stake, and now again, the first two times Jeanne said she was not angry, but now she ......

"I ......"

The hoarse voice spoke incredulously, but she didn't know what to answer.

"Jeanne, if your kindness only brings you misfortune, then abandon your goodness. ”

The low and demonic voice sounded again, and there was a coldness next to the cheeks burned by the flames, and the owner of the pupil held Jeanne's face with both hands, and the pupils in front of him were getting closer and closer to him, so close that Jeanne could even clearly see any detail in those pupils......

It was completely pure black.

The pure blackness that devours all the bright, the great, the dark, and the depraved, since there is no escape from the light, how can anyone perceive the pure blackness?

Evil and sin are far from being such superficial things.

The things in front of us are also gods, good and good gods, and if there is no evil god for evil? Good tries to save the obsessed wicked, so why is evil not trying to save the stubborn and old-fashioned good people?

O obsessed good man, evil is not sin, but love for oneself, if good brings you only bruises all over your body, then obey the guidance of evil......

In my ears, the whispered voice spoke.

"Jeanne, do you love France?"

The woman's consciousness gradually blurred in the pure black vision, and she couldn't even hear what the owner of the pupil was saying, but instinctively said according to the will surging in her heart.

"Love. ”

Muttered, unaware that the invisible darkness was slowly seeping into her body.

"Then let your anger burn and burn those who have betrayed you...... Kings, generals, French people, they have betrayed you, but I will not abandon you. ”

In his ears, the demonic whisper spoke slowly, like the whispers of a lover.

"Let me trust, Jeanne, as Ramses once did, as Alexander once did, as Caesar once did, as Charlemagne once did, as King Arthur once did...... As so many kings have done, trust me, and I will give you power to take vengeance on those people. ”

"That Charlie should not be the king of France, what people need is you, an invincible Orleans girl, you who have received the apocalypse, you will be the queen of France. ”

The voice sounded in Jeanne's ears, the body that had been burned to the point of scorching was gradually reshaped, the owner of the voice had infinite power, even if there was an agreement that gods and demons were not allowed to interfere with this world, but it could always find many loopholes and do some small tricks.

Many kings have seen the master of the voice and have been able to establish immortal deeds, and now this maiden of Orleans has received such an honor.

Coming out of the stake, she will become the queen of France, because one of the two powers that dominate the world has already made such a decision.

This world is a chessboard, and humans are chess pieces, and gods and demons sit on both sides of the chessboard to decide the fate of mankind. Just like this girl, she was chosen by the gods and at the same time by the devil, whether it was for thousands of years or thousands of years, it was always the case, and the gods and demons were the only chess players.

The erosion of the girl is being completed step by step, and when the erosion is completed, it is the time when the girl becomes a new queen of fire.

But in the face of this erosion, the girl's fingers, who had already lost consciousness, moved, she instinctively hesitated, and she seemed to be unwilling in her heart.

"Why hesitate, you will be a far better king than Charlie. ”

In his ear, the whisper said.

"But this ...... What's the difference between me and the King?"

The girl, who had already lost consciousness, could not answer, and only a faint thought emerged, caught by the whispering owner.

Once, the King of England angrily declared war on the King of France for the inheritance that belonged to him, so a girl went out of the countryside to carry the banner for the suffering French people. But what is the point of what the girl has done in the past if she tries to seize the throne for the sake of her own anger?

"It doesn't make sense. ”

The voice owner whose consciousness entered the girl's body also felt all the memories and emotions of the girl in the past ten years, but the voice owner who felt all this just made such an evaluation.

The girl is silent, her consciousness is completely lost, she can no longer wake up, and the one who will wake up will be a French queen who is based on her, has all her memories, but has a completely different personality. It's like putting broken porcelain back together into another thing, the raw materials are the same, but they are already completely different.

And just when the owner of the voice was carefully feeling the girl's life in order to reassemble a new soul, the owner of the voice suddenly found something in the girl's memory, something that had been deliberately hidden......

"Impossible!"

Upon realizing this, the owner of the voice almost exclaimed.

......

In the underwater temple, the silent attendant stands beside the empty throne, she is the most favored daughter of the devil, the deceased soul who has followed the demon since the last universe, because the body has long since died, there is naturally no desire in the heart, only simple worship and belief.

The demon went to the stake to harvest the fruit she had cultivated for a long time, and she was stationed there, but when the demon screamed, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The pure white pupils were full of astonishment, as Norn, she naturally had the power to penetrate fate, the fog of time did not exist for her, and the gods and demons who were limited by the gamble could not see the future like her.

However, just now she saw a scene she had never seen before.

Future...... Gone.

Like a broken river, the river of time breaks in front of it and plunges into the bottomless abyss.