Foreword: Joan of Arc's debut scene has been cut the most, so this chapter has to be posted, and it wastes my time revising. If you have seen it, you can skip it directly.

"Joan of Arc is her faith in kindness, humility, integrity and innocence. That's all she has. —said one theologian.

Rouen, the old market square

Like an elegy from the other side, she turned a deaf ear to the filthy words that came to her ears. It would be a lie if she didn't feel sad at all when she heard these words, but if they made her feel pain, they were exaggerated.

Fear, in other words, is just a concern. When she was determined to fight, she had put aside her shame and remorse, and even in this moment, she did not feel it.

She was dragged into the square, and the crowd of onlookers gathered around her. She walked straight, subconsciously clutching her chest, realizing that her cross had been stolen at some point.

The pillars of her heart left her, and grief slowly soaked her inside. While she was mourning, an Englishman rushed up and reverently handed her a crudely made wooden cross.

"Thank you," she whispered gratefully, and she had to look down at him as the man knelt before her, tears streaming down his eyes. Although some people will belittle her, many more people will cry for her.

If those foul words are foreign songs from faraway lands, then those sorrows may be the lullaby of mothers.

Her hands were tightly tied, and her back was pressed tightly against the wooden frame. With such bondage, no one would think she would be able to escape. The restraint is so tight that it is futile to let it go.

I couldn't escape being sent so far, she thought.

When her last indictment was read out during the ceremony, the torch lit the firewood beneath her.

The tongue of fire slowly licked her feet. For those gathered around her, burning a person's body with fire was the most horrific form of execution they could think of. The skin was burned by the flames, and the flesh and bones were burned by the fire. Only the name of God and Our Lady is chanted over and over again.

"Your prayers are lies. ”

She has been accused of this many times, and she has been insulted many times. She was powerless to solve the problem. There is no fixed right or wrong way to pray, they must always be the same, no matter who is praying.

She wanted to tell them that they were wrong, but she couldn't speak out. Instead, she sees her former life: her lovely hometown, her usual family, and a fool who abandoned them. But is she really a fool? Yes, she may have been.

After all, when she made such a choice, she had long expected such an ending to come. No one knows the final outcome better than she does.

If she had looked away at that time, she would have had a different ending at this moment.

If she ignores those voices, if she turns her back on the deathbed lamentations of the soldiers, maybe she will live a happy life as an ordinary woman, maybe she will get married, live a happy life as a wife, and live a happy life as a mother.

Such a future will belong to her, and nothing will change.

However, she put this happiness aside and ran to a completely different end. She raised her sword, put on her armor, carried the flag representing the glory of the country, and began her career as a horseman.

You must have known it was going to end like this, didn't you?

She has known it for a long time, and she has already realized it. Her efforts only mean that she will end up like this one day. Although many cursed her for being a fool and laughed at her stupidity.

But it saves more lives! I chose the right path.

Her visions of the past and her future faded away with the harsh reality that swept her away, and she was reduced to ashes in prayer as the flames around her burned her.

This is her last prayer, this is her sacrifice. Even if everyone in the world blamed her and betrayed her, she was sure at the last moment before she died that she had not betrayed herself.

There are no regrets, and there is no hope for the future. In the end she will get quiet.

Despite such cruel treatment, before her life came to an end and everyone was extinguished, her selfless prayers and uncomplaining thoughts still echoed in her heart.

Lord, commit yourself to this......

Her last consciousness was gone, and at the last moment of her life she was finally freed from the sea of suffering. Her sleep without dreams was over, only reality remained. But it's far from over. In the land where the girl's dreams turned into bubbles, the legend of Joan of Arc began to circulate.

- The search begins

- Searched

- One piece of matching

- Fit physique

- Lingge is suitable

- The pedigree is suitable

- Personality fits

- Magic fits

- Begin to temporarily seal the personality and insert the spirit of the Heroic Spirit by dependence

- Obtaining the consent of the original personality

- Begin to preserve the body in other areas

- Linggo inserted. Begin to work on the fitness of the Lingge and the physique.

- Started granting special abilities to classes

- Begin to insert information on all Heroic Souls and the necessary information up to the present age

- Other areas have been preserved

- Rank special abilities have been granted. Skill "Saint", choose to make the Sacred Relic Cloth.

- The necessary information has been inserted.

- Suitable for the completion of the job

-- The whole project is completed

- Servant Rank Ruler. Now the realm is over

Open your eyes. The summoning method is so unusual. The call for such a fragile connection to the present world is unprecedented. Could it be that the Holy Grail War, known as the Holy Grail War, was too unusual?

The current world has finally been completed, and there is no problem with all the indicators. But right now, this body is an authentic French girl. Furthermore, she also has most of the memories of this French girl. There are two personalities housed in one body, which is more appropriate than the so-called multiple personalities, but rather the unity of two personalities. Perhaps because of the girl's strong sensibility and devout faith, she admitted and fully accepted the girl who was housed in her body

"I'm going to borrow your body for now, Letitia. ”

The maiden called the bearer's name.

Thinking of the first thing to do, I went to say hello to my friends.

The girl got up from the bed and shook her friend who was sleeping on the next bed. The friend rubbed for a while, and finally rubbed his eyes after hearing the girl's whisper, and half-woke up.

"Well, what?"

Hearing this sleepy voice, the girl felt guilty in her heart for waking her up, and said in a clear voice:

"I'm going to get out of here for a while from today"

Maybe it was the serious *** who hadn't been able to understand the words before saying goodbye and falling back to sleep - after a few seconds, she suddenly lifted the futon and shouted:

"What did you just say?"

"I'm sorry for being so abrupt, but I don't have time."

"No, no, I don't understand what you say when you say that! It's so abrupt! Why do you say such things immediately after saying 'good night and see you tomorrow'!"

In the face of her friend, who was screaming in confusion, the girl told her with a sincere face, "This is a long trip", "This trip is absolutely necessary", and "There is no need to worry". The friend listened to her words dumbfounded for a moment, and soon nodded as if understanding.

"Got it. If you have to go, there's no way around it. ”

"Good. I'll explain it to the teacher. ”

"Well, then, good night. ”

"Okay, good night. ”

The girl didn't use magic to cast hints. But as a Ruler, she has the power to convince third parties of her words.

She told her teachers and classmates that she was going to be on the journey and made them understand that it was a necessary trip. Although the girl thinks it's a bit arrogant, it's also something that can't be helped. She sighed and put her thoughts aside.

Fortunately, the original owner of this body is now living in a student dormitory, far away from his parents. This is a trip of only about a month at most, and it should not be known to them.

The girl left the dormitory after putting the necessary change of clothes, passport, and textbooks in her bag. The original owner of this body, Latitia, is still a student. Girls from rural areas had never had the opportunity to learn to read and write before. Therefore, it is really strange to be able to grasp the knowledge of modern language as information with the Holy Grail.

"That being said, there is a limit to anomalies"

Originally, she didn't even need to borrow someone else's **, but should be summoned in the form of the present world on the urban battlefield like the usual servants.

This time, however, she was summoned in the form of attachment to someone else**, and the location was still her own homeland - this part of France still retains its former appearance.

Originally, the Ruler was to be summoned as the eighth Servant. But this time he actually became the fifteenth, which is probably the largest in the past Holy Grail Wars.

Was it because of this reason? Or was there any other reason? In any case, since he was summoned as a ruler, he had to take on the task of overcoming all difficulties. The girl made up her mind.

The maiden's real name is Joan of Arc. The rank of the servant is "Ruler", there is no Master, and he is the absolute administrator of the Holy Grail War.

In this way, Ruler took the night bus all the way to the airport and then flew to Bucharest, Romania. It would be nice to be able to transform into a spirit, but it seems impossible. She had no choice but to buy a ticket at her own expense. After that, I'll have to go to the Templar Church and the Magic Society to make a request, she thought about it, and her heart was a little gloomy.

On the plane, she sorted out the knowledge she had been given. Learn that the site that became a battlefield was the small Romanian city of Tulifis. The owner of that land is none other than the Thousand Worlds Tree, the host of this Holy Grail War. In opposition to this are the magicians who received the Clock Tower of Departure. The problem with the status quo is that this is not a seven-man fight, but a seven-man battle against a seven-man battle on an unprecedented scale.

It's no surprise that the aftermath of one-on-one combat alone has ravaged the surrounding buildings. The damage that would be caused if it escalated to seven against seven – an all-out fight between the two factions – is melancholy just to imagine.

Is this why I was summoned as a ruler? I was summoned by the Great Holy Grail, who was terrified of the scale and the utter flaws of war? I don't know, now is not the time to think about this.

Head to Bregast first and talk about it later.

Counting the transfer and waiting times, it took more than a day and a half to get to Henri Coande International Airport in Bregast, the capital of Romania.

It's just past noon, and the sky is unfortunatelyly cloudy. The sky covered by thick black-gray clouds is very fitting for the saying "you want to cry when you see it". Although it has been given to itself as knowledge, the airport built using the latest technology still looks very new to the eyes of the girl.

Maybe it's because I've been sitting and my waist is a little heavy. Half of the long journey to the skies was spent contemplating the Holy Grail War, and the remaining half was dedicated to prayers for a safe journey. Thanks to the knowledge she was given as a Servant, she knew exactly what kind of transportation an airplane was. However, when given knowledge and actually rided, there is no comparison. Honestly, why could such a piece of iron fly? She knew it as knowledge, but she didn't want to understand it.

It's great that it won't fall, she thought.

A girl with a bag on her face unsuspectingly walks around in the crowd, and this is the best place to start. But for some reason, no thief had the heart to attack her. They weren't scoundrels enough to step their dirty feet into clear water.

Tullyface is located in the northeast of here. You have to take some kind of transportation to get there. Do you want to take a bus or a ride?

As soon as he stepped out of the airport, countless lines of sight ran through the ruler.

However, there is no breath of a servant within a radius of ten kilometers in her enemy-seeking field.

Even the Assassin's "Breath Occlusion" can be neutralized, and the powerful enemy-seeking ability of the Ruler can't be perceived, but he can still feel the sight, which means-

"The magic of clairvoyance and the magic of magic. ”

The magic of observing distant things can be roughly divided into two means:

One is clairvoyance magic. It is a kind of magic that looks at a distant place through a crystal jade or a mirror. With some kind of medium, you can monitor the outside even if you are in a safe workshop. As a result, most of the magicians have mastered this magic trick.

On the other hand, the magic is to process small animals or a part of ** to create a magic that mimics a living body. You can share your five senses by establishing a causal line with your master. This is also preliminary magic for magicians in general.

Looking around at the gray sky, the ruler saw that countless pigeons were watching here. Most of those pigeons are demons, but in the eyes of those pigeons, there is no trace of rational light. Often, magicians give their hair or blood to the creatures that become enchanters, so that even if they can't speak, they should feel some kind of rationality.

But their eyes are pure pigeon eyes. It's just observing yourself, and you can't be wrong. Is it a hint to the pigeons and then manipulating them? That's a long way to go.

Ruler glared fiercely at the distant magic and looked in his direction and at the pigeons. She didn't have any magic in it, but the other side probably read the will conveyed in her sight.

The feeling of being watched by the magic of the distance disappeared, and the pigeons flew away.

After confirming this scene, Ruler gasped.

Basically, Ruler didn't come to fight in the Holy Grail War. Even so, she still stood in the position that she had to be judged by the master and the servant who broke the rules. For this reason, she must have the corresponding combat effectiveness.

There are only a handful of people who have experienced two or three Holy Grail Wars. Even if there were, no one had ever experienced the Holy Grail War with the manifestation of the Ruler. Just now, I'm afraid I wanted to estimate the power of the existence of Ruler.

"It's really, it's getting harder and harder to make judgments............

This Holy Grail War has only one big advantage for Ruler. The fourteen servants are divided into two camps according to seven people on each side, "black" and "red". That is, it is possible to avoid the fourteen people acting in silos.

Just imagining the scene of fourteen servants going their own way and going on a rampage is like a nightmare. If you don't do it, the whole of Tulliface will be destroyed.

"Anyway, we have to go to Tulliface first......"

She muttered as she searched for a bus to Tullyface. But there doesn't seem to be a direct shuttle bus to Tullyfus. There seems to be no other way than to go to the relay point of Sigeosoara and then turn to Tulliface.

However, the next train to Sighisoara will not arrive until tomorrow. In desperation, Ruler had to look around to see if there was a direct vehicle to Tuliface, and if so, to see if he could let the other party give him a ride.

Eventually, a scrawny old man with a peaked cap and glasses said yes.

"I'm really going to Tuliface next. ”

"So-"

"But, it's not like Sighisoara, it's not a tourist destination. There was nothing but a huge castle, but the castle was off-limits because it was private. If you want to learn history, wouldn't it be nice to have Sigeosoara, where Vlad III was born......"

"No, it's because Tullyface has relatives waiting for me. Can I trouble you?"

"Well, that's the case, that's fine. However, the assistant's seat had to carry fragile items and was occupied. So, can you go to the loading dock?"

"If you're willing to give me a ride, that's not a problem. Thank you so much. ”

"Pray God it won't rain. ”

After the loading dock in the back picked her up, the old man said with a smile.

"Okay, got it. I'll pray. ”

Ruler replied with a serious nod. If it doesn't rain, you can only pray for it.

Again and again, the sound of a clattering tin can sounded again and again, and I felt the vibration while looking at the passing Bucharest landscape.

Boom, the truck shook. At the same time, black flames began to emerge from the muffler.

"It's a little different from a horse. ”

Compared with the sporadic vibrations of the machine, there is a difference between the vibrations of the biological plane of the horse and the sporadic vibrations of the machine. Presumably because of the increase in speed and endurance, the corresponding loss of comfort. She remembered the white horse that galloped with her on the battlefield. It was a very good horse, but its whereabouts were unknown at the Battle of Compiègne, and it was probably killed or ridden by someone else.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and the wooden crates on the loading dock were clattering and shaking. Surprisingly, the speed of the car was the same as that of a horse. But that's just because the truck I'm riding in now is below average in terms of performance, and in the case of a horse, it's like it's getting old.

The biggest difference between a car and a horse is that the car doesn't run out of energy while driving. The truck kept moving at a slow pace towards Tullyface.

"Grandpa, how long will it take to get to Tulifaz?"

Ruler asked the old man in the driver's seat. The old man replied, humming a little tune:

"Well—it's about twelve hours at this rate, right?"

"Is it going to take that long?"

"Because I have to take a break in the middle of the way, I can't help it. ”

"I see, that's really no way. ”

Ruler, though a little depressed, thought about it and pulled the textbook out of her purse.

"It's a good time for a farmer's child like me to be able to get an education. ”

However, although the Holy Grail gave him the knowledge necessary for his life in this world, he did not even tell him the contents of the textbook. The knowledge of the girl who possessed herself is the limit of her knowledge.

"I don't understand it at all. ”

With a premonition of a bitter battle, Ruler began to bury his head in his math textbook.

PS: The definition of "knowledge of Leticia" is strange, if it is impossible to completely understand the textbook with everything she has learned, then the answer is clear, all the knowledge that has been acquired from the textbook Joan of Arc has not been obtained, so - illiterate. 8)