It turned out that Perseus' eyesight was quite good.

There was really a city nearby, and at that time it was supposed to be called Castle, a semi-war fortress that had both military and life in one.

The name is Wallecourt, located in the Lorraine region of France, very close to Joan of Arc's hometown of Donremi, and is considered the home of Joan of Arc.

Compared with the peace in memory, there was a tense atmosphere in Wollekul at this time.

The city was heavily guarded, and the soldiers clenched their weapons and stared wide-eyed. It seems that it was the soldiers who had gone out on patrol to bring back the news of Joan of Arc's presence nearby.

Fortunately, the inspection of passers-by is not strict, and even urges the people at the city gate to enter the city quickly.

Perseus didn't dare to say much when he saw this. Because everyone is like this, asking for information at this time will only lead to suspicion.

The situation in the city is similar, people are packing their bags and ready to leave at any time.

This is a practice that will only occur when a fierce war comes, in case the city can't hold it, you can only go out of the city to flee for your life, and if you can live, one counts as one.

However, because he is not a professional soldier, he can also hear a lot of speech. After all, it is a period when the storm is about to come, and people's hearts are fluctuating, and people have a lot less to think about when they speak.

In a small square not far from the city gates, a man who looked a little bit of status stood on a high place and talked loudly.

"It's our fault, it's all our fault."

"It was we who abandoned the Holy Maiden, and the Lady became the Witch of the Dragon and came back for revenge."

"She killed Bishop Pierre, she killed His Majesty Charles, and now she is burning her anger against us again."

"She intends to eradicate us, the country that abandoned her!"

“……”

Joan of Arc paused slightly, but didn't say anything, just lowered her head so that her face would not be exposed in any way.

What a sane and strong girl, it is not for nothing that she would be called a saint.

There is no point in doing anything at this time, it is better not to do it and listen silently.

Perseus sighed helplessly, grabbed Joan of Arc's wrist again, and quickened his pace.

Although it was only a few words, it was enough to make Perseus speculate and judge the key to the peculiarity of the distortion of the times—the Dragon Witch, a woman who looked exactly like Joan of Arc.

This man is supposed to have appeared after Joan of Arc was burned to death and began to take revenge in the name of Joan of Arc.

Bishop Pierre Cochon is the Bishop who judged Joan of Arc and gave her the stigma of being a witch.

Charles VII was the king of France, but he deliberately sat back and watched his most important heroes being captured and burned at the stake.

The Dragon Witch was the first to kill them, burning them alive with flames. Then he summoned the dragon and attacked the whole of France indiscriminately.

Just looking at this approach, the man who talked was right. But when you think about it, there's a lot of it that doesn't hold water.

After Joan of Arc is captured, her allies, her subordinates, and the people who love her are all trying to save her, asking for money and money. After she was burned at the stake, countless people also missed her.

It's only a small group of people who really abandon her, and making such a move has long gone beyond revenge in the general sense, what do you think.

When he came to a conclusion, the girl who had been being held suddenly broke free of her hand.

Turning his head, he saw Joan of Arc taking two steps back, his eyes down fixed on the square he had just passed.

The man who had been talking loudly was beaten.

He was slapped hard by a middle-aged woman between thirty and forty years old, carrying a basket and dressed plainly.

Because of too much excitement and too much force, all the debris in the basket fell out.

"What do you know? Have you met her? Do you know what kind of person she is? If you don't know, don't make irresponsible remarks about other people's daughters - that kid is definitely not someone who would do such a thing! ”

The voice was so harsh, the tone was so firm, and there were tears in the eyes.

And Joan of Arc on the side of the square was the same, red-eyed.

It was only then that Perseus discovered that the woman had blonde hair as beautiful as Joan of Arc, with the same braids, and some resemblance between her eyebrows.

"Mom's ......"

Joan of Arc's murmur was soft, but it did not escape Perseus's ears.

"Sure enough......"

What kind of power could make this ordinary peasant woman stand up and defend the witch at the risk that the thousand husbands pointed out.

There is only one answer, maternal love.

This force has nothing to do with identity, nothing to do with status.

She is Joan of Arc's mother, and she believes in Joan of Arc and understands Joan of Arc better than anyone else. Even if everyone in the world says that her daughter is a witch, she will not doubt her woman.

The man who was beaten was blindfolded at first, because he didn't expect to be beaten, but after seeing that it was a middle-aged peasant woman who beat him, his courage became thick again.

"Don't, stop kidding, stinky old woman!"

not only scolded back, but also prepared a backhand to slap back.

Joan of Arc instinctively wanted to rush forward, but Perseus moved faster than her, twisted the man's hand, and said coldly.

"What kind of ability is it to bully women? Or are you an incompetent person who can't do anything but bully women? ”

"What did you say—"

The man who was poked in the sore spot was incompetent and furious. However, in front of Perseus, no matter how much he struggled and got angry, it was only in vain, and he was casually taken by the latter, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up.

"Look, it's an incompetent fellow. If you have this time to be pessimistic, you might as well think about how to resist or how to protect yourself - those wyverns won't stop eating you because of what you say. ”

"Wow~~~~~" The man shuddered.

Perseus ignored her, turned to the woman and said, "I'm sorry to scare you, are you alright?" ”

"No, no, thank you, sir." The woman bowed her head and thanked her, much like Joan of Arc.

"It's okay, go back early to sort out and prepare to transfer, it's not safe here soon."

Perseus helped the woman pick up the fallen objects and put them back in the basket one by one. At the moment of approaching, he lowered his voice and said something.

"You are right, ma'am. Be sure to trust your child, she will only save France, not destroy it. ”

"Huh?"

Without giving the woman a chance to speak, Perseus turned away. I just wanted to catch up, but I found that there seemed to be a familiar figure in the crowd.

In this moment, the man and the familiar figure had both disappeared, leaving only the woman standing alone in the square in a daze, making a dream-like sound.

Jeanne...... My daughter ......"

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