"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 that she had to look down at him as the man knelt in front of 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 all 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.

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The maiden named Joan of Arc was undoubtedly dead, burned to ashes by the raging fire.

However, not long after being killed by the flames and losing consciousness, the girl miraculously found herself "alive" again.

To be precise, it can't be regarded as alive, but has become a heroic spirit, and has been re-summoned to this world as a servant.

It was on the land of France, where she had fought, the land of her beloved homeland, Donrémi.

“……”

The moment I opened my eyes, my consciousness was still a little drowsy, and my brain was a little confused.

It seems that there is a problem with memory and cognition, and the situation is not usually serious.

Fortunately, the ability to perform normal activities is still there, and the most basic cognition is also there - she is here to participate in a Holy Grail War.

"Anyway, let's go gather information first, maybe something will come to mind."

The girl who became a servant said this. Experienced in many battles, she knows the importance of intelligence and is familiar with how to gather it.

Luckily, the summoned location was not a deserted wilderness, and there were not only people nearby, but also soldiers.

It hasn't been long since he was burned to death, and the soldiers should still recognize themselves as the former commander, so that they can easily obtain information.

"Excuse me."

The girl gathered herself up and walked towards the soldier who was on patrol.

As she thought, the soldier recognized her face.

“！！！ Joan of Arc? ”

Joan of Arc was about to admit it, but heard the soldier scream in horror.

"Dragon, the dragon witch is coming, oh~~~~ The enemy is coming, it's the dragon witch!!"

The Witch of the Dragon?

What is it?

The witch, Joan of Arc knows, is considered heretic by the Holy See. She was burned at the stake in the name of a witch.

During the Anglo-French War, she heard a revelation from the Lord, left her hometown at the age of seventeen, led an army, and defeated the British invaders again and again.

It took only two years to regain the Orleans area, but the good times were short-lived, and in a battle she was captured by the enemy and tortured because she was framed.

Because she has always insisted that she has heard the revelation of the Lord, the Holy See, which supports Britain, has done everything possible to deny her, hoping to identify her as a witch.

Although he did not give in to the end, the bishop forcibly accused him of being a witch and decided to burn him at the stake.

However, this is only one side of the Church's words, and the people and soldiers of their native France, as well as a considerable part of the British people, are willing to believe that they are not witches.

And what's going on with the dragon in front of the witch? I don't have a dragon-related name from beginning to end.

Just when Joan of Arc was wondering, the soldiers had already set up their formation.

Seeing the familiar formation, Joan of Arc could be sure that this was the army she had brought out, and she was even more reluctant to clash with them.

"Wait, wait, I'm not—"

"You can't be wrong, I've seen this face, she's the Dragon Witch. Everyone is prepared, even if she dies, she can't set foot in our hometown! ”

"Oh!!"

The soldiers replied in unison, their voices full of tragedy, they were sure that they would die.

"Listen to people—" Joan of Arc grew more and more confused, trying to explain.

But the soldiers didn't give her a chance to explain, and the spear in her hand stabbed hard, and Joan of Arc had no choice but to resist.

Probably because of his concerns, he obviously had the power to defeat the gun array, but Joan of Arc was slow to make a move, and was forced into a disadvantage.

Seeing this, the soldiers attacked more and more fiercely. In that way, it is not like treating the former heroes and commanders, but like treating enemies who do not share the same sky.

"What the hell is going on???".

"Don't pretend anymore! What you do, you know. ”

The commander sneered and rushed forward with his gun.

"Well, it looks like you won't listen to me no matter what I say."

Joan of Arc pursed her lips, as if she had made some kind of decision.

But before she could put it into action, a violent wind and sand suddenly rolled up on the battlefield, blowing so that people couldn't open their eyes.

In the wind and sand, a figure quietly approached, grabbed Joan of Arc's wrist and turned to run.

By the time the wind and sand had stopped, Joan of Arc was gone.

"Captain, what are we going to do?" A soldier asked.

"A few of you, send the news back, and the others will be on guard with me."

The captain gritted his teeth in anger.

"And said that it's not a witch, this is obviously a witch's means! I was really blind before, how could I follow such a witch! ”

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