"Click~"

The iron door of the cell was opened, and a group of soldiers walked in and took Joan of Arc with them.

Through this familiar, dark, damp corridor, Joan of Arc made her way to the hall once again.

Malfoy was already sitting behind the table waiting for her, a flash of sarcasm in his gloomy eyes.

In front of him sat a document.

The soldier pressed Joan of Arc to sit in the chair across from him.

"Let's see." Malfoy said.

Joan of Arc did not hesitate, but raised his hand to look through the document in front of him, which was the armistice treaty signed between West France and Prussia.

The treaty was detailed, and Joan of Arc looked at it in detail. Eventually, she saw the names of President Cartier and Malfoy at the end.

But there is no name about her.

"Pss!!!ss

Malfoy, on the other side, finally couldn't help but laugh, and laughed quickly.

"Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, you told me the other day that you have nothing to fear except treason."

"But what if your country abandons you?" A sarcastic smile hung on Malfoy's lips, "You did your best for West Franc, even risking your life to go into Berlin alone to negotiate with my father, but how did your country repay you?" ”

"After the armistice was signed, they abandoned you and abandoned you in what everyone calls purgatory.

It's like a piece of garbage that has been completely reused. ”

The smile on Malfoy's face grew even more wanton.

"Joan of Arc, do you regret it, do you regret giving everything for this country?"

However, the smile on his face soon stopped, as she saw that Joan of Arc's expression did not change, and only silently closed the file in front of her.

"Thank you for telling me all this, and thank you for letting me know that everything I have worked on has paid off."

"And then? Aren't you desperate? Are you angry? Malfoy got up and slammed his anger on the table, suppressing his anger and saying, "Don't pretend to be calm in front of me, Joan of Arc!" You can't fool me. ”

Malfoy had commanded several battles a few years earlier, almost all of which ended in perfect victories.

This is also the reason why he was able to become the commander-in-chief of the battlefield of Verdun, and not only because he was a prince.

When he first became commander-in-chief of the Verdun battlefield, he was so proud that he would lead Prussia to victory in the war, and that he would succeed in taking over his father's throne in the future.

However, reality ruthlessly gave him a blow.

Joan of Arc's Verdun defense line was like a wall to the sky blocking their attack.

On this battlefield, he gained an unprecedented sense of frustration, and it was precisely because of his defeat on this battlefield that he led to a series of troublesome things later.

Malfoy had always known what kind of man he was, sinister, cunning, greedy, selfish, suspicious and distrustful.

Compared with his own interests, even if he imprisoned his father, even if he paid hundreds of thousands of lives.

He never felt that there were any really good people in this world, even those who seemed friendly on the surface, but behind the scenes, they might have extremely dirty thoughts.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc's existence ruthlessly shattered all his cognition.

Her existence is like a mirror, perfectly reflecting his opposite, his ugliness.

Her brilliance, her excellence, made Malfoy, who thought he was excellent, so incompetent.

This is also the source of his anger.

He longed for the glorious Joan of Arc to be revealed, and for the angel on high to fall into the earth.

So after the successful signing of the armistice, he immediately brought the documents to Montjuic.

But everything is the opposite of what he thought.

Joan of Arc's calm was like a slap in the face that was incomparably loud in the face.

"Why should I be angry?" Joan of Arc asked rhetorically, "It is the people of West France that I have saved, not the politicians of West France, and what the politicians do is their business."

The armistice was signed, and the people of West Francand would no longer be affected by the war, and they would no longer have to worry about a shell being dropped in their faces one day, and that was enough for me. ”

Joan of Arc's eyes were calm, "I understood a few years ago that it is impossible to get all the things I want, and if I want to get something, I have to let go of something at the same time. ”

Malfoy stared at her, trying to see the fear in her eyes, but the truth was, he couldn't see it at all.

He had never seen such clear eyes in his life, even though she had been in such a dark prison for some time.

"Aren't you afraid?" Malfoy said in a deep voice, "Do you think this piece of clothing left by Tesla can protect you from death?" ”

In Malfoy's opinion, the military uniform with special functions to protect Joan of Arc should have been made by Tesla.

But Joan of Arc didn't bother to explain anything to him.

"Of all the vile feelings, fear is the most important." Joan of Arc replied.

"You may die, and you will be executed in public." Malfoy continued, "Aren't you afraid of death? ”

"Fear." Joan of Arc nodded undeniably, "But I have a clear conscience, and I will die naturally." ”

The jailers who had been standing straight around seemed to be moved by these words.

They looked at each other, and it seemed that they could both see emotion in each other's eyes.

Malfoy took a deep breath and slowly straightened up, no longer anger in his eyes, but not appreciation, as if he had completely lost interest in a toy.

He said, "Call the chief justice, and take her down." ”

The soldier who followed Malfoy in on one side bowed.

"Yes."

"Take her to the room above and prepare her dinner." Malfoy said.

The soldier understood what Malfoy meant, nodded, and motioned for the rest of the jailers to leave the room with her.

Instead of taking Joan of Arc to the lowest prison where she had lived before, they began to walk up, where the jailers lived, more staff quarters than prisons.

However, the place where she lived was on the top floor, which was supposed to be the warden's room, and it was very delicately decorated, with carpets, beds, and even a quaint wooden wardrobe.

This may be Malfoy's hospice care for Joan of Arc, or maybe he wants Joan of Arc to feel the beauty of life, and then die desperately with a desire for life.

Fort Montjuïc was originally used as a war fortress, so the windows are small, but there is a large window that overlooks the sea in the distance.

However, this window is bound by a grille made of iron bars, but even without these grilles, there is no way to escape through this window, because it is too high, on top of a tower.

"Your dinner will be brought to you after about seven o'clock in the evening." The soldier dressed in military clothes saluted Joan of Arc and slowly retreated.

"Snap"

The door then closed, and Joan of Arc could clearly hear it locked.

She looked around and took a few steps forward, the anklets on her feet that bound her escape with a crisp sound as she moved.

She came to the window and looked out at the ocean through the glass between the iron grilles.

Dark clouds are thick in the sky, clouds and mist pull the wind and waves towards the shore, torrential rain pours, thunder roars, and petrels soar in the air against the wind and waves.

Joan of Arc watched the storm in the distance, Joan of Arc's hometown was near the Meuse River, which was quite inland, and her family was not wealthy, and her range of activities was basically impossible to leave the town until she was a teenager.

When she was sixteen years old, she and her younger brother had a dream, that is, when they grew up and had money, they would go to the beach to see the blue and vastness of the sea.

Now, she can see the sea at any time, but the person she agreed to watch with her is no longer alive.

Death is the most painful thing in the world, and in just a few years, she has experienced many deaths.

In the army, she met many interesting and lovely people, whose names remain in Joan of Arc's mind to this day.

Lu Ke, an eighteen-year-old boy who has just been admitted to the Paris Academy of Arts, has a dry smoking gun in his hand, his daughter has just given birth to a granddaughter to Old Brown, and Gus, who is humorous and always wants to marry the widow owner of the flower shop in front of his house.

None of them are famous heroes, and the people who know them are limited to their family and friends.

They are just a humble creep on this battlefield.

But they are also like the people who died in this war, they are people who have their own families, people who love them, people who have their own lives, flesh and blood, who have lived in this world.

But they all died in this war.

And for the careerists who started this war, they may be just a pale number on the war report, and they are insignificant.

Joan of Arc had read a lot of battle reports, or rather, in those days at Verdun, she could see an incomparably large number almost every day.

And in this war, the number of people who died in this world may be counted in millions or even tens of millions.

And among them, how many have lost their husbands, their fathers, and their sons?

Joan of Arc did not dare to dwell on the magnitude of the sorrow.

Blood and tears are not enough to depict the cruelty of one ten-thousandth of this war.

At times, Joan of Arc often fantasizes about what these people would be like without this war.

If it weren't for this war, Luco would have continued to attend his art school, one of the best art schools in West France, and after graduating, he might have become a good painter and more people would know about him.

He painted a self-portrait of himself, and he was indeed very talented.

If there was no war, Brown Sr. would have been able to hug his little granddaughter. He often took out photos of his granddaughter on the battlefield to see what he liked, and maybe he would quit smoking because of his granddaughter in the future.

And the Gus who wanted to marry a widow.

Joan of Arc had heard him talk about the woman, who was very pitiful, and not long after the marriage, her husband died on the way up the mountain to hunt, and with a daughter who was not yet three years old, he opened the flower shop with the help of relatives.

Orphans and widows live very hard, and they are often bullied. Gus and she have a crush on each other.

The woman could have ended her bullied life and started a good life again

Jeanne d'Arc herself, or perhaps her family, can take a stroll along the beach

But the good thing is that all the pain and sorrow will end today.

All will live a good life and move in a new direction.

Just have to pay. Some insignificant price

(End of chapter)