Dark Soul Moon

A cold voice came into Joan's ears.

Indifferent eyes emerged from the helmet, and the guard looked at Joan expressionlessly.

When Joan was about to say something, Beautricourt spoke first: "Please inform His Royal Highness, the lord of Vaucoulere, Beautricourt, is seeking to see her, and the saint blessed by the Lord is also in the team. "

"..."

The guard looked at the strange group of people in front of him: a woman dressed like a village girl, a knight in a strange armor, and a soldier with a dirty appearance.

Soon, a guard went to inform Crown Prince Charlie.

After all, it is a lord, and it seems to be a lord who came from a long distance.

Botrikul stood where he was, waiting for the crown prince to be summoned.

During this journey, he believed that Joan of Arc was a saint blessed by the Lord.

Because of the various strange things Joan of Arc showed along the way, including but not limited to——

By intuiting the traces of the Burgundians, he changed his route away from them.

When they got lost, they brought their group back to the right path in an unreasonable way.

After the food and water were exhausted, Joan could always lead them to find new sources of food and water.

Except for the time when the cultist was discovered earlier, everything was safe and sound along the way.

This was in the territory of the Burgundians, but Joan seemed to be hanging out at home.

The Burgundians didn't notice them at all.

Botricourt had to believe that Joan of Arc was really a saint blessed by the Lord.

After changing her original view, Botricourt found that Joan's demeanor, words and deeds were like a real saint.

He could see that Joan of Arc was just a village girl, after all, the shabby coarse clothes could not be faked.

The other party can calmly swallow hard-to-swallow food.

Only the gift of the Lord can explain how an uneducated village girl has become such a noble and holy saint.

Therefore, the unhappiness that happened in Vaucouleur has long been forgotten by him.

Soon, the guard who was going to report came over.

"The crown prince is willing to see you, come with me."

His gaze turned to the mysterious knight.

Nothing could be seen through the T-shaped gap in the helmet.

The armor on his body is not the style commonly used by French knights.

The lower body is just a pair of trousers that look defenseless.

However, the guards who had undergone severe training felt an unparalleled sense of threat from the opponent.

Once he dared to attack, he would die in an instant.

This is what he told him from his intuition that he had honed on the battlefield before becoming the crown prince's guard.

"Don't make any small moves."

The guard warned that even if he knew that the other party wanted to make trouble, he would have no power to resist.

Yet this is his duty.

Afterwards, the guard turned around and led everyone into a room.

There are many people in the room, and on a throne, sits a man.

That is Charles, Crown Prince of France.

"Everyone, be quiet. Let us, the lords from far-off Vaukleur, Botrikul, speak."

He clapped his hands, signaling for the others to be quiet.

It's just that the corners of Charlie's mouth curled up slightly, as if waiting to see a joke.

"Honorable His Majesty Charles, Lord Vauculel, Botricourt is here to see you."

Botrikul bent his waist and paid homage to the Crown Prince whom he was loyal to.

"I know you, a loyal lord who is surrounded by Burgundians but still loyal to the French royal family, so I am willing to meet you."

"Thank you, Your Highness Charlie, for your mind. Please allow me to introduce you to someone."

He motioned for Joan to step forward.

Everyone looked at this girl who looked like a village girl in coarse clothes.

Then, they whispered.

"What's the matter with this village girl? She looks like a village girl, but I somehow feel that her temperament is very noble."

"I don't know, could it be the illegitimate daughter of His Royal Highness Charlie?"

Her keen sense of hearing allowed Joan to hear the words of others.