[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

This is the battlefield of the gods. The girl called by the gods is in command of the army that defends the country. She can always give the most suitable marching route. The power given to her by the gods made her never give up even in the most desperate times. , the girl of God, resolute, brave, hiding her cowardice and heart, waving a flag to guide her army.

The air over Orleans was filled with the smell of blood, smoke, flames, and the groans of the wounded.But they won, and the faces of the survivors were still stained with blood and dust, but they smiled and cast their earnest eyes on the saint who brought them victory—their saint, Joan of Arc, Called by God to bring France back from England to God.

This was the first time Gilles Dries met the girl who changed his life. In the long years after that, he always felt that this was an encounter beyond the instructions of fate. Don't retreat, use those firm eyes, and the never-falling flag to inspire the soldiers to bring victory to France.

It was a girl who puzzled him and fascinated him. She was brave and resolute on the battlefield, and she was so kind and flawless after the war. Giles was fascinated by her. At first he thought it was just a respect for the girl of God. After Erles, he saw Joan praying for the dead, regardless of friend or foe.

He is kind, flawless, brave, and resolute girl.Joan is not literate, and sometimes she would blush for such things, but Giles felt that it was nothing at all, even if she didn't know how to read those gorgeous words written on pieces of paper, isn't she God's favorite Miracle yet?Gilles doesn't think so.

Love is more violent and painful than imagined. Under the tyranny of his grandfather in his childhood, he grew up as a gloomy, shrewd, but unscrupulous young man. Even if he married his cousin, he didn't know what true love was. Love and marriage—but the presence of Joan of Arc makes all the difference.

She is so radiant, so people can't move their eyes away, so people are revered from the bottom of their hearts.Giles had never seen such a woman before, so that when he realized it, he noticed that he had put this girl in the deepest place of his heart with a more tragic and painful feeling.

Gilles de Lais loved Joan of Arc, not with the affection of a believer.

Because Joan of Arc is a saint, she is destined not to marry and have children like a 19-year-old country girl. Because Joan of Arc is a saint, she will never shrink back and cry even when faced with soldiers' doubts Trembling, you have to pretend not to care, because Joan of Arc is a saint, so Gilles' feelings for her were desperate from the beginning.

Fighting alongside her and saving France from England with her was once Gilles' greatest wish and pride—even though his inner feelings for Joan could not be exposed to anyone. Both a man's love for a woman, and far beyond it—Giles loved Joan with a purer and nobler feeling.

The bad news came when he was not by Joan's side - he should have followed her, and would have been by her side no matter what, but he didn't anymore. For this reason, he blamed himself so painfully for countless days and nights to drive herself mad-Joan of Arc, the saint who led France to extraordinary victories, was captured at the Battle of Compiègne.

The most ridiculous thing is that the reason is to protect the group of warriors who locked her out of the city gate—what a ridiculous irony, when she became famous and famous, she was betrayed by what she wanted to protect.She was imprisoned in the tower of Rouen, and tried to escape many times without success.

Why didn't anyone rescue her, why didn't anyone support her to rescue her, why didn't even God save her—the flames that shot up into the sky swallowed the girl's delicate body, and her face was pale—Gills cried bitterly to the sky Stretching out his hand, this was his last desperate prayer to God.

He prayed in pain: God, please save that girl——

The hoarse cries echoed over Rouen for a long time after the rescue of Joan of Arc failed. Together with Joan's prayer, they were forgotten by God.

His saint was tied to the stake and burned, his Joan of Arc prayed to God holding the cross in the fire, and his saint forgave the executioner who lit the flames.Even after death, they pushed aside the coals to display her humiliated, charred body, and lit the flames again.

Unforgivable!Unforgivable!

Whether it's the English who insulted Joan, or the French who betrayed Joan!And the god who took Joan as an abandoned son!All in all, all in all!Unforgivable!

Don’t you say that there are gods in this world? !Then let him punish me!Don’t you believe that God will save the world?Then let him save you!Your despairing cries are blasphemous hymns.Your dying prayers are the loss of God's power, the more you believe, the more joyful he will be laughing in the sky!

The noble Marshal of France has fallen into a devil.

Joan of Arc stepped on the flame that Leisa ignited on the lake, she glanced back gratefully at the queen who was standing on a high place and looking at everything, but the latter didn't look at her, Saber was blessed by the fairy of the lake, all who can be in the lake Walking on the water, she and Lancer were responsible for killing those wriggling tentacles, but its value-added speed was much faster than they imagined - this thing cannot be allowed to go ashore, and a path must be opened for Joan before it goes ashore. the way.

Saber doesn't know the story of Joan of Arc, and she doesn't know what happened in the Hundred Years War between England and France. She just thinks that this girl is subconsciously admirable. She is willing to help her. Out of the glory of chivalry, she is getting closer and closer. As long as the core of the sea monster can open a way for Joan——

"Please leave quickly!" Joan of Arc shouted at this time, Saber and Lancer knew that she was about to activate her treasure, and quickly evacuated from the battlefield. Raised her hands, "Lord!" She chanted as if praying, "Give me this—" The red flames rapidly expanded, danced, and violently jumped up, just like the execution that burned her life The fire of Joan of Arc disappeared, replaced by the fire that burned everything, the noble, shattered brilliance that reflected the entire Weiyuan River and the sky above it red, that is all the treasures of Joan of Arc——

The Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus.

The past that condensed her last blood, tears and prayers.

She still remembered the moment when she met Gilles for the first time, that man was handsome, intelligent, shrewd, and resolute, always fighting by her side, but his eyes would pop out when he was excited--well.She still wants to laugh when she thinks about it now—the days when she fought side by side with Gilles Dries were the most untrusted and difficult years for her.

But he was by her side, never leaving her - for Joan of Arc, this was the happiest thing, because of the existence of Gilles, she was able to fight on the battlefield without any worries.

I don't know when it started, the saint who accepted God's will, God's paintbrush began to have a strange feeling for her comrades in arms - it's not that Joan didn't know what this feeling was called - but, she knew it was Not suitable, because she is the saint of the Lord.

In the Battle of Compiègne, when her final escape failed, she finally understood that it was time for her to go—she finally came to the end, and the Lord summoned her back, in the most tragic and mocking way.

——Even so, Joan is still a believer in God, and she doesn't feel resentment or anything for it—that's what she was born for, nothing else, she is a weapon in the hands of God, now , she has completed what she needs to complete, and the rest will be delivered to the rest.

But she didn't expect that her death would cause such a result to her comrades-in-arms. When they met again, it would become such a tragic result. A ray of light penetrated into the Sea Demon and shone on Gilles Dries, who had his eyes closed. Holding his treasure made of human skin, he slowly raised his head. The radiance was like When he and Joan received God's blessing together, they were bathed in the same light.

Even if that blessing was later viewed by him as a curse.

But—that was the most dazzling brilliance in Gilles's desperate and joking life—even if he was crowned with various honors in the future, he could not once be compared with this place in the mortal dwelling of God, The honor he received was shoulder-to-shoulder—he stretched out his hand, as if he was trying to grab something, tears filled his eyes.

"Jeanne—" He never had a chance to say it in his life, and now he can't say it anymore, she will be annoyed, for everything she has done, the bloody hand can still hold her and reach out hand?

When we meet again, you are still the holy and noble saint of God, but I am already a blasphemer with blood on my hands—Joan of Arc, are you sad?Is it hard to forgive me?

i love you

"Let's go back together."

At the end of his consciousness, he felt a pair of hands that were as cold as in his memory, but strong and gentle, holding his. That gentle voice, as if it had gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes, said to him——

Let's go back together.

Like before, only this time—

I will not leave you alone again.

"God—" Tears welled up in the eyes of the blasphemer.

what's wrong with me.

My Joan of Arc, we can finally go back together.

Gilles Dries, my comrade in arms.

I do not forgive your sins, as a saint of God.

but--

Even if you have to burn in the karmic fire of Crimson Lotus, I will continue to accompany you—as Jeanne d'Arc.

The author has something to say: let’s talk about it first, don’t read the ghoul party...

This is left by the author who was so disgusted by Tongfu Shazi and Monk