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In the flames of war, she holds the holy flag, and Joan of Arc is not afraid of the arrows falling like light rain.

"Is this the second act?"

Joan of Arc was riding a white horse in a speeding chariot. She no longer remembered where the war was, but it did not hinder the instinct left by her life experience.

Go forward bravely with the soldiers around you, and fight the enemy on the battlefield.

Even though he was suppressing his fear and screaming at the death of his companions, under this huge purgatory, the individual's emotions became even more insignificant.

"This kind of scene..."

No matter how many times she repeats it, what she wants to do will never change.Her path will not change.Her past will not change, and she will not regret the past.

Even at the moment of death, I will not give in.

She listened to soldiers begging for life, soldiers who argued that they should be killed without taking prisoners, and the many conflicts on the battlefield.

She also fought on the battlefield even though she was called a saint, and she was accepting the act of killing herself even though she was a saint.

The soldiers who died under her holy banner issued a condemnation:

"If it's a saint, why kill us?"

"Are you a saint like this?"

"We are not sinners, we are just ordinary people who stand in a different position from yours."

Joan of Arc silently listened to these voices of abuse, and accepted it calmly.What they said was not wrong, they clearly waved the flag to fight as saintesses, and agreed with actions that hurt others.These should not be the behavior of a saint, right?

In the past, the saint Martha subdued the evil dragon Taslaq with the power of mercy (physical).

What she is doing now is just defeating the human commander together with the human beings.

"That's true. I'm definitely not a saint, I just think so." Active in the middle of the battlefield, Joan of Arc said firmly to herself.She still thinks so even though she has an extremely devout belief, offers prayers to the Lord every day, and even becomes a being who receives revelation.

Joan transmits this voice to the people around her, and also to Caster outside the hallucination.Everything here is an illusion, but as long as she is in the arena under the malicious and dirty politics of human beings, she can't handle it as an illusion.

She still doesn't know that Shakespeare has been defeated, or simply thinks that as long as this illusion exists, Shakespeare is still alive.Joan of Arc didn't even notice that her own world had been invaded by a strange guy.

"In that case, why do you stand up?" The corpse killed by the arrow stood up.The bloody head, lifeless pupils, and tight purple lips look like evil spirits from hell.

But this is just an ordinary soldier who died not long ago...

It's still Caster's trick!

Facing the ghost-like corpse of a soldier, Joan said solemnly: "Even so, I firmly believe that this road is the right one."

Resolute will, as if possessing some kind of unavoidable convincing—the power of language.

The corpse disappeared silently in front of the great power of Joan of Arc, and then shattered all the illusions in front of it.They turned into dust, and disappeared together with the battlefield of blood, smell and gunpowder smoke.

Trampling on her helpless moral values, Joan finally couldn't help but get angry: "Caster, you still have a third act, right? Hurry up and start!"

【Eh? 】

Possessing Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm "First Folio", Weston has been observing the story of Joan of Arc for quite a while.

He watched Joan of Arc fight against the enemy in the battlefield in order to defend his motherland, and he watched Joan of Arc show a painful expression every time a companion or enemy fell down.Of course, in the act of praying on the battlefield, Joan of Arc is not as good as the Virgin Mary.

If you want to evaluate her, it is probably a [understanding of human suffering, but powerless. ], [In order to defend one's own country and one's hometown, one has to take up arms and participate in this process of human history that one knows is wrong. 】

She never had the joy of victory in her heart, she just felt sad for the animal [human] fighting against each other, and for the same kind fighting against each other.

It could be argued that she was a hypocrite, but Weston was touched nonetheless.

"Is this the result of the choice?"

Compared with all the choices made by Joan of Arc on Shakespeare's stage, knowing that those will usher in pain, but still struggling.Instead, everything Weston did looked like a clown who set off the opponent's highlight.

He successfully escaped from the illusion, defeated Shakespeare, and took control of everything here.

But as far as the result is concerned, it can only be said to be a "resignation" of one's own bad roots.

There seemed to be a dazzling light shining on the girl's body.

That was something he resolutely chose to give up because he couldn't get an answer in the last world.

In the midst of the hopeless race of humanity, Joan of Arc shone with the hope that humanity would eventually find a way to find the right path.

And he...has already given up on the so-called 'correctness'.

This momentary feeling of watching the other party's history made Weston feel a little inferiority complex of 'not as good as the other party', but this feeling was swept away in an instant.

Hold up Shakespeare's "First Folio", the third act Shakespeare arranged for Joan of Arc.

"Do you face the king's questioning after the victory in the third act? The burning execution in the fourth act, and the hellboy Gilles de Ray in the fifth act..."

Weston quietly crossed out the text of the third and fifth acts, and then made a continuation of the liberation of Joan at the end of the fourth act.

Of course, also with Shakespeare's pen.

Scene change——After the scene changed, Joan felt her body became heavy, and her feet were fettered.Her thin body was escorted from outside the cathedral to the square.The knights on the road were responsible for maintaining her execution, even so... The ignorant crowd on the side of the road cursed the 'witch' and threw rotten eggs.

Those who laughed at her, cast sympathetic glances at her, and those who wept to see her off—the ones who mourned her execution at Viemarche Square in Rouen were basically ordinary people.

After being tied to the cross, a man appeared in front of Joan of Arc.

The bishop, Pierre Cochon, was also a man who persisted in evaluating her as a heretic, and sentenced her to be burned at the stake during his lifetime.