Egil looked at Joan of Arc's longing gaze, slightly speechless. It seems that I have come to Joan of Arc to seek solace for my soul. It's not here to comfort Joan of Arc's heart. That's pretty good, though...... Forget it, whatever.

So Egil organized his language a little and said to Joan of Arc: "Do you think the current Catholic Church can represent Jesus Christ?"

Joan of Arc shook her head: "I don't know. ”

"What, then, do you see?" asked Egil, "Indeed, there are many of the clergy who are insentious, who live in poverty, and who are unusually religious. But more than that, it's all scoundrels. They ate the best food, drank the best wine, and lived in houses called monasteries, which were actually huge castles and palaces. Possess a large number of fields and other assets for them to splurge. They're not enough, they're going to collect tithes, they're selling indulgences, and they're damning it, these bastards don't pay me a single copper plate of taxes -- I mean the state!"

Had it not been for the last word, Jeanne d'Arc would have regarded Egir as a good cynical theologian......

"You may have some truth in that......" Joan of Arc nodded, adding the words "maybe" and "some" to her language: "The corruption of some of the clergy is indeed a fact. But do you want to deny the whole church because of that?"

"Of course not. Egil shook his head: "As I said, there are good and bad priests, and you can't generalize about them - but, Joan of Arc, you have to know one thing: no matter how much a priest hates another priest, how much he wants him to die." But when outsiders, I mean other nobles, knights, or theologians and the like, accuse that priest. The other priest would still say good things about him. for they are one. They think that only a clergyman can accuse another clergyman. Only the Pope can judge whether a priest is guilty or not.

So maybe you just want to deal with one, or a few, or just that part of the corrupted clergy. But you'll find out eventually. On your opposite side stands the entire Holy See. ”

Egil snorted lightly, looking disdainful: "So, if you want to completely change all this, the so-called compromise, cooperation or reform are meaningless and cannot succeed. The only way to do this is to completely destroy the old one -- and build a new one! In this way, we can create a better, more in line with the people, and closer to God's will (and more conducive to my rule) church!"

Joan of Arc was stunned when she heard Egil say this. Destroy the Catholic Church and then build a new one? Is he crazy? Or is he going to have trouble with all the believers in Europe?

"So, Joan of Arc, what do you think?" said Egil, who spoke a little too much, and suddenly felt a little dry. Of course, it may also be that it was caused by Joan of Arc's angry outfit.

"That...... Honestly, Joan of Arc didn't expect Egir to say such a surprising thing to her, and then held her hands and asked her how she was. She didn't expect that Egil, who didn't seem to have any theological muscles, would actually be able to answer her question. She just wanted to complain. It wasn't as ambitious as Egil to change the entire Catholic Church or anything.

"This ...... Alright, alright?" Joan of Arc replied.

"Sure enough, do you think it's good?" Egil directly raised the meaning of what Joan of Arc meant by two orders of magnitude. Then he looked at Joan of Arc with bright eyes: "I knew that you would definitely support me." In that case, there will be no problem. ”

"What's not a problem?" asked Joan of Arc curiously.

"The question of overthrowing the Holy See and then forming a new, genuine, pure Church. Egil said as a matter of course.

“...... Uh, does this have anything to do with me?" Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but say something.

"How can it be okay?!" Egil looked surprised, "because you are the best person I chose to establish this church." ”

"Me?!"

"Yes, Joan of Arc. Because you have the power to convince everyone in the world. Egil said, "Even a heinous king like me, after meeting you, has a tendency to be influenced by you, and you say, aren't you the best candidate?"

"But...... But I ...... "Joan of Arc was not at all mentally prepared for it, and was told such a thing by Egil in a very embarrassed state." It's a mess in my heart, and I don't know what to do.

"So, Joan of Arc, are you willing to do your best for the sake of this world, this unlovely human being, and this extremely twisted world? Even if you cost your life for this, you were willing to stand up and fight for France in the worst circumstances. So do you still have the courage to do that?"

"I do—but I—"

"Will you believe me, Joan of Arc?" asked Egir, interrupting Joan of Arc before she could finish.

"I ......" Joan of Arc really wanted to say something like "I don't want to believe." But her intuition told her that if she really said something like this, something very bad would happen. And that's absolutely, absolutely worst-case scenario.

"I do. Finally, Joan of Arc replied.

"Then peace of mind. Leave everything to me. Rest assured, the world will get better and better. Egir said this as he walked over and hugged Joan of Arc gently.

"Don't let me down, Egil......" Joan of Arc finally gave up thinking and hugged Egil gently, leaning on Egil's not very broad shoulder, and whispered, as if in a dream.

In this way, the two were immersed in a rare sense of happiness. A little more time passed - until a very childish voice came from the door.

"Lady Joan of Arc, I've brought my clothes. It was bought from the neighboring village and cost twenty-five copper plates...... Huh?"

Fourteen years old, little nun Maria opened the curtain and walked in, and saw Sister Joan of Arc, whom she admired so much, and her former owner, His Majesty King Egil, who looked very handsome, hugging each other with her eyes closed......

"Spoiled. Egil thought about hugging her a little longer, and then took Joan of Arc to the bed. However, it seems that this plan should not be implemented. Looking at the little nun's curious expression. Egil coughed and then said, "Sister Mary, did you see anything just now?"

"Hmm. "The little nun didn't know if she was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. Completely ignoring the threat implied in Egil's tone, he nodded very generously and admitted: "I saw it just now, Your Majesty and Lady Joan of Arc are hugging each other. ”

Egir was silent for a moment, then continued: "Actually, I was discussing something related to theology with Sister Joan of Arc. In that gesture, you look like we're hugging each other, but that's actually the result of my discussions with Sister Joan of Arc. ”

"Is that so, Lady Jeanne Arc?" asked the little nun, curiously turning. And at this moment, Joan of Arc could only nod her head red-faced and admit it.

"Oh, then, what theological question is being discussed?" asked the little nun, by saying this.

At this point, Egil had completely recovered from his awkward state. For the Norman king, who usually treats lies as bread for nothing, such a moment of effort is enough for him to think of many very good excuses. So Egil was not at all defeated by the question of the little nun. Instead, he replied very calmly: "It's about the theory of the Trinity." You know the so-called Trinity, but what about the state of the Trinity? Sister Joan of Arc and I are practicing that. ”

"Oh. The little nun nodded: "That's why we have to hug each other, right?"

"That's right. Egil nodded.

"But isn't it supposed to be three people in the Trinity?" asked the little nun.

"Because Sister Joan of Arc and I were also improvised. So there wasn't much preparation. But there were just two of us in the tent. Egil replied without hesitation.

"Oh. I see. The little nun looked suddenly enlightened: "Then can I participate in it?" although I don't know much. But I guess I can help a little bit. Three people are better than two. ”

"Aha......" Egil laughed, though the last bit of laughter was a little out of tune because Joan of Arc pinched his back hard. But it worked out quite well: "Okay, you can wait until you're a little older to talk to us about the Trinity." ”

So Joan of Arc worked harder behind his back.

"I'm not small anymore. Many of the girls my age are already married. The little nun complained.

“...... If you think about it, this era is actually quite good. Also, don't try so Joan of Arc, I can't help it. Egil muttered in a low voice.

So Egil's temptation this time was ruined by a lovely little nun who had reached the legal age of marriage. However, it cannot be said that Egil's tentative behavior this time is completely useless. He came up with at least two answers: first, Nun Joan of Arc, who belonged entirely to him (and not to God), would support her in some of the more intense things he did against the Catholic Church. Second, the nun of nuns is a fool.

That's it.

(To be continued.) [