Egil made up his mind that it wasn't too early to see if it was getting dark. It was better to hurry up, and took Sonia and the two of them over, and the two went straight to the palace, a palace that was exquisite and magnificent, and looked slightly similar to the church. It was built when Joan of Arc was canonized as Duke of Syria. Egil felt that since he was already a nobleman, it was not appropriate to live in a prayer room or something like that. So such a palace was built specifically for Joan of Arc. Although Joan of Arc has nothing to do with this kind of thing. But since it was Egil's heart. Then she had no choice but to accept it.

It's just that, after moving in, Joan of Arc felt that something was wrong. Because the house was bigger, there were more maids who cleaned and served. The decoration of the house is also too ornate. So Joan of Arc carved out a room in the palace, redecorated it according to the previous prayer room, and moved in. After hearing such news, Egil felt a little crying and laughing. At the same time, in my heart, I also added a little respect for Joan of Arc.

Although Joan of Arc's austerity is completely different from Egil's attitude towards extravagant life. If you want Egil to guard an area of less than twenty square meters and live with steamed buns every day, it is better to kill him. So, the more you can't do this kind of thing, the more you will have respect for people who can do it.

"It's almost there, so you'll go play with Maria in a moment. I and Lady Joan of Arc have matters to discuss. At that time, he walked into the palace and took Sonia with him, and took Maria with him. Egil then opened the door to the room where Joan of Arc was. Then close it. Lock it up. Then he turned around - and then froze.

Joan of Arc, dressed in a nun's robe that she hadn't worn for a while, sat quietly on a chair next to the round table. In her hand she was holding a silver cross that Egil had given her. Motionless, I don't know what I'm thinking.

"Why did you put this on again?" asked Egil, half reproachful, half concerned. Since her expedition to Eastern Europe, where Joan of Arc served as Marshal of the Norman Empire, she spent most of her time wearing modest robes, shirts, and military cloaks. Such a soldier-like attire - if not for physical reasons, perhaps armor. And the original nun robe has been put somewhere else. Speaking of which, Joan of Arc has been doing this for several years.

Hear Egil ask. Joan of Arc didn't speak, didn't move, didn't react, her eyes drooped, looking at the ground, not Egil. Her attitude made Egil feel a little uneasy.

"What the hell is going on, is there anything you're not happy about?" After a moment, seeing that Joan of Arc had not moved, Egil secretly screamed in his heart. But he still pretended not to know anything. Xiaobu ran to Joan of Arc, took her hand, and asked her like this.

“...... Well. Joan of Arc quietly withdrew her hand and stood up. Look directly at Egil. That look, that gaze, as if looking at a stranger.

"I want to congratulate you, great Emperor Egil. This time, you have finally united the whole of Europe. Immediately afterwards, Joan of Arc said something that confirmed Egil's fears. I hid it myself, not wanting Joan of Arc to know, and the fact that he had destroyed France was finally known by Joan of Arc.

Speaking of which, Egil is also self-inflicted. The bad thing is the 1009 Declaration that he announced a month ago. This decree regulated the feudal relations between the Norman Empire and most of the countries of continental Europe. Naturally, Joan of Arc would not have been unaware of such a big matter, and when she saw that there was no shadow of the Kingdom of France in the decree announced by Egil, but an extra duke of Aquitaine, she knew that something was wrong. And when she knocked on the side, she learned from others what had happened in the last year or so. After knowing that Egil had destroyed the Kingdom of France and divided the territory into three, he almost fainted. ...,

As if Egil was afraid, although it had been a long time since he left the Kingdom of France. But Joan of Arc still has a very special affection for that country, but in normal times, she buries this emotion deep in her heart and does not show it. This time, however, after hearing about it. This emotion bursts out, making Joan of Arc as irritable and dangerous as an angry she-wolf.

"I ...... You listen to me. Seeing Joan of Arc like this made Egil, who was accustomed to the gentle and gentle saint, feel very uncomfortable. It's just that Egir's eyes rolled, and he felt that with his eloquence, it should be no problem to fool Joan of Arc. Just fool things out today. Be careful not to get into France in the future. That's fine.

But this one is difficult. Or rather, something completely impossible.

"Just for power and money, and to satisfy your vanity—that's what you are! I've seen through you!Demons, executioners, murderers!" Joan of Arc interrupted Egir with great agitation, and then pointed at Egir's nose and cursed hysterically.

"I admit that there is some personal utilitarianism in my series of military operations—"

"--Not some, all!"

"-But!" Hearing Joan of Arc arguing like this, Egil raised his voice, "Is it not good for the French to do this?!Is it not good for Europe? They don't have to starve or freeze, they don't have to worry about war and conscription. Don't be oppressed by your lord. They don't have to worry about going out once like before, and when they come back, they find that their whole family has been killed by bandits, soldiers, or some other reason!"

"Excuses—all excuses!!" Joan of Arc shouted with great emotion.

"I'm telling the truth!" exclaimed Egil with great emotion.

Then, immediately afterward, an emotional Joan of Arc pulled out the dagger she pinned to her waist. against his own neck. Seeing Joan of Arc looking like she was about to commit suicide, Egil was terrified. He didn't dare to say anything more, his eyes were fixed on the dagger in Joan of Arc's hand.

"Everything is negotiable, Joan of Arc - you put the dagger down first, and we'll talk about it-"

"-Shut up! I won't trust you anymore! I'll just ask you one thing now, are you willing to restore France again, and if you don't, I'll die!"

"Do you know how ridiculous what you are talking about?!Let France be restored?!After this matter spreads, what will the European countries think of me?! A faint king who goes back on his word and doesn't understand what it means to be trustworthy?!

"I don't care! or you promise me, or I die—" Joan of Arc was mentally prepared by this time. She also knew that the conditions she had put forward were ridiculous. Egil would not have agreed no matter what. However, it was the last and only thing she could do for France. She was ready to do it, when Egil rejected her again-

Egir then drew his saber, known as the Saber that Rips the Blade of Life. Like Joan of Arc. Aimed at his own neck.

"Okay. Egil said calmly, "I can't agree to your terms. I can't bear to let you die because of me. So I've decided, I'll be with you. ”

“...... What nonsense are you talking about?" said Egil, which in turn scared Joan of Arc.

"As I said, when you die, I'll kill myself. Egil looked at Joan of Arc very seriously, and his expression did not seem to be fake. ...,

"Don't lie to people-you-"

I have lied a lot, but this time I absolutely not. Because I love you. Joan of Arc. ”

Eventually, Joan of Arc looked at Egil and stared at him deadly, as if trying to find his flaws and let himself see through them, and the man across from him was just bluffing. In this way, you can easily die without worrying. But not at all, Egil looked directly at Joan of Arc, and the two looked at each other, and Joan of Arc couldn't find any flaws in him.

In other words, what Egil said was true.

Joan of Arc dropped her dagger and threw herself into Egil's arms, crying bitterly. It was as if to bring out all her distress, sorrow and unwillingness to cry. It was the second time since she met Joan of Arc that Egil had seen her cry like this, the first time was when she was wounded by a French Philip arrow and could no longer enter the battlefield to fight, so she felt that everything was lost. And another time, it's now.

Joan of Arc cried like a little girl. Egir withdrew his saber and held Joan of Arc in her arms, letting her tears wet her chest. Gently, as if he were holding some precious treasure, as if he were holding some fragile object, he was holding Joan of Arc.

"I don't want to go to war anymore. At that time, after Joan of Arc had cried enough, her eyes were red and swollen and she snuggled up in Egil's arms, and whispered to Egil, "I don't want to kill anymore." I don't want to see the fire anymore and hear the cries of women and children......"

"Don't think so. You know, Joan of Arc that we take the lives of ten people today in order to protect a hundred people tomorrow...... Well, if you don't want to, just don't go to the battlefield. At first, Egil thought about trying to persuade Joan of Arc again. But looking at her pitiful appearance, Egil was really speechless. I had to agree to her.

In this way, from joining the Norman Empire, at first, as a nun, she participated in the battle against the Eastern Romans, then withdrew due to physical reasons, and then because Egil had no generals available, she became a Norman marshal, a duke of Syria, and a prince of Naples. And now, because I am tired of the conquest, I have left. Joan of Arc has had its ups and downs. I can't take any interest in the world anymore. At night, Egil just hugged her, comforted her, and let her sleep peacefully, instead of doing what she loved to do......

Since it's a nun, let's be like a nun.