Sylvia also had a dream.

I dreamed that I seemed to have become an ordinary girl in the countryside, growing up carefree.

She has three older siblings than her.

She would chase and play with them in the fields while they were doing farm work, until she was covered in mud.

She also has a mother.

She learned from her about the existence of Jesus and decided to offer daily prayers to God as a Catholic.

"If there are no accidents, I hope to be able to pray like this until I return to the arms of the Lord."

She said to her mother.

At that time, the mother just stroked her head with a gentle smile and said.

"The Lord will hear your prayers."

At that time, she was also very happy.

Of course, she didn't know whether the Lord had heard her prayers.

However, one day, she heard the voice of the Lord.

Yes.

She, Joan of Arc, heard the voice of the Lord.

"O man, why do you fight so much..."

The Lord sighed like this, and the sound of the sigh reached Joan of Arc's ears.

At that time, Joan of Arc was seventeen years old.

So, Joan of Arc knew what was the cause of the Lord's sigh.

Because, people are at war.

France, England, and Burgundy, which was later added.

These three nations, in Joan of Arc's time, have been fighting each other for decades.

How many people died in the longest war in history, which is approaching a century, as the struggle between the three nations resulted in deaths?

Joan of Arc didn't know.

I'm afraid, no one in the whole world knows, right?

But...

"The Lord knows..."

That's right.

Even if people don't know, the God who watches everything in this world in heaven surely knows.

That's why God sighs.

So, from that moment on, Joan of Arc decided.

"I'm going to stop this."

That is, not to save the world.

Nor is it about saving the world.

The existence of the saint in later generations was only because of a sigh at the beginning.

Under such circumstances, Joan of Arc said goodbye to her family and left her hometown.

Just a little girl from the countryside, she went through many twists and turns to liberate Orleans in central France, which was trapped by the war, and finally gained military power.

At the helm of the army was a seventeen-year-old girl.

I'm afraid that the do-gooders who don't know the truth will only see her as a mere symbolic and decorative existence, right?

However, the soldiers who followed her would invariably refute this claim.

"If it's just a symbol, just wave the flag and shout in the rear."

However, this girl was not in the rear, but at the front.

"If it's just a decorative existence, then it won't go to war."

However, she thought that as a bannerman, she should be at the forefront, and even if she never pulled the holy sword from the scabbard at her waist, she still fought.

"You don't know how long we, looking at that flag, have been watching it in order to catch up."

As long as she is there, then, no matter what, France will not be defeated.

That's how people trust her.

Then, she liberated Orleans and became a hero of France.

She then retrieved the Dauphin Charlie and triumphantly returned to Reims to assist her in the coronation ceremony as King of France.

However, the sighs of the saints were not heard either.

"Ahh

In order to stop the war, the holy woman went to the battlefield.

In order to protect the French people, the saint killed many of the generals of the enemy country.

Her hands were already stained with blood, and she never thought of herself as a saint.

"I'm just a sinful man..."

So, Joan of Arc knows.

"One day, I will definitely be punished..."

This punishment will come soon.

"You witch!"

"Ominous symbol!"

"You must be executed!"

"You don't deserve to live in this world!"

Once upon a time, the cheers and praises that surrounded Joan of Arc began to turn into swearing and resentment.

In order to end the war, Joan of Arc fought until she finally fell into the hands of the enemy and was pushed to the execution table.

She was known to be a devout believer, and tried to call her a witch, a heretic, and an evil person, and burned her to death in the fire.

"Your prayers are just lies."

"Your battles have brought a lot of disasters."

"You can't be favored by God."

"You don't have a devout faith."

The judges of judgment declared this, and finally, Joan of Arc was tied to the cross and a fire was lit.

Feeling the tongue of fire devouring her body, Joan of Arc truly thought so.

"It's wonderful..."

I was finally punished.

"Lord..."

I entrust this body to you.

……

In the radiant space, Sylvia awoke.

My heart is full of sorrow.

"I'm sorry."

Joan of Arc apologized to Sylvia as if she knew what had happened.

"You've seen something boring."

As she said this, Joan of Arc had a guilty look on her face.

The spirit and memory of the two are shared.

Since Joan of Arc can learn about Silvia's memories, then Silvia can also know about Joan of Arc's past.

This kind of mutual enjoyment even overrides the dream between the master and the servant.

If Fang Li only dreamed of Minamoto Yorimitsu's past, then Sylvia experienced Joan of Arc's life with empathy.

Unfortunately, there never was.

Because, Silvia knows, Joan of Arc leaves this world with contentment and returns to the arms of the Lord.

Grief, just your own.

Because, even if she empathizes, as long as she thinks that it is not her own experience, but the life of this girl in front of her, Sylvia can't help but feel sad.

"You could have lived happily as an ordinary girl."

Sylvia said.

Jeanne d'Arc smiled at this.

"No way, that's my choice."

There is no regret in the voice, only tolerance and broadness.

Sylvia finally understood.

"Why you are called a saint, I finally understand."

Silvia's words were exchanged for only Joan of Arc's wry smile.

The reason is also very simple.

"I never considered myself a saint."

Hasn't Sylvia felt this kind of thought?

"What a pity." Sylvia chuckled and said, "Actually, you should be like an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life, living in an ordinary house, and talking about ordinary love." ”

"In love... Is it...? Joan of Arc smiled a little embarrassedly, and said with a slightly red face, "Also... It's not that I haven't thought so, but... But that's too extravagant for me. ”

Seeing Joan of Arc's somewhat embarrassed expression, Sylvia understood again.

Really...

"The saint is just an ordinary girl..."

It's just that this girl is carrying too many things.

If you can...

"If I could, I really hope she could have a normal relationship..."

Silvia, who understands how wonderful it is to be in love, hopes from the bottom of her heart.

"That's right."

Sylvia suddenly laughed happily.

"Just do it."