[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

Crown Prince Charles was officially crowned in Reims on this day, and there were six French/Lan/Spanish kings named Charlie before him, so he was Charles VII.

"The girl of the gods made a special trip to crown this king, and made extraordinary contributions to France/Lan/Xi..." The new king's expression inevitably showed a little arrogance, "Now this king intends to make you a nobleman. Germany."

Francis, who rarely wore formal clothes and stayed honestly at the coronation ceremony, even frowned. What was Charlie thinking?

Joan of Arc looked at the high-spirited king, as if she had seen the future of France/France/Sea, so she smiled slowly, with joy hidden in the corners of her eyes and brows, and countless tolerance and expectations condensed in her eyes, but the girl still He rejected his proposal, and only asked His Majesty the king to exempt the village of Ledongmi from taxes.

She knelt down on one knee and said from the bottom of her heart, "May God always be with you, Your Majesty."

"you……"

Charlie looked at her with complicated eyes, before nodding in agreement after a long time.

"Is this going?"

Francis sent Joan of Arc outside the city, where the soldiers who were going to go to the front line with her were waiting there.

The girl who was equipped with horses put on the armor again, which made her look a lot sharper.

"Yes, I'm leaving you." Joan nodded with a smile, looking at his messy blond hair, couldn't help stretching out her hand to straighten it for him, the bottom of her eyes was so gentle that it was almost Cold and calm, "...you must take good care of yourself."

At the same time as she finished saying this, she watched her hand lifting the other's hair, and seemed to realize something, she was stunned, and when she touched Francis' smiling pupils, she immediately retracted it like an electric shock.

"I--"

The heart constricted belatedly for a moment, and the girl lowered her head anxiously, beating herself over and over in her heart, feeling embarrassed by her stupid behavior.

Ahhhhhh Janet! !How can you do such a thing! ! !

This is embarrassing!

Maybe it's an illusion... Francis thought, he seemed to see the lingering mist in her pupils.

For some reason, he always had a feeling of uneasiness, which made his heart flutter and hard to land.

This made Francis very confused.

He looked at Joan seriously. The girl who was gently arranging her clothes just now seemed to be embarrassed by her bold actions.

The icy feeling on the Silver Knight's body was instantly diluted, and Joan of Arc stammered and hesitated for a few seconds, trying to cover up her obsessive behavior in a serious manner.

"I, I... um, Mr. F/L/S... I'm very sorry."

As if feeling the girl's panic, her cheeks were slowly stained a little crimson correspondingly.

Unnaturally meeting the man's unusually focused eyes, Jeanne heard him say: "...don't worry, I'm listening."

He suppressed the panic in his heart, and focused his attention on Joan of Arc. There seemed to be beating musical notes flowing in his rare and serious voice, and a wonderful movement was about to be played.

"I'm sorry...no, I'm glad."

"Ok?"

Francis leaned over and smiled, waiting patiently for her to finish speaking, his eyes sparkled with flawless brilliance.

"what?"

Looking at his calm appearance, Jeanne gradually calmed down the turbulent emotions.

This is her country.

The girl swears allegiance to him, fights for him, and tries her best to achieve her goal.

At this moment, bathed in the gentle gaze of the motherland, the supreme courage came from nowhere and filled the girl's body. Joan couldn't restrain her desire to smile at all.She raised her face, joy was written all over her face, her pale pupils seemed to be soaked with starlight, she stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her hand to give him a gentle hug.

"I'm very happy that you can give me your blessing, really, really, very happy!"

Francis froze.

Her smiling face was as bright and moving as the most beautiful morning sun, which was dazzling, and she could not refuse to dispel the faint haze that fell on the man's heart.

So he also chuckled softly, with a touch of helplessness and habitual laxity.

"Little Jeanne...you are really a child."

There is a little doting in Francis' eyes, so tender that it seems to drip water.

Joan put her hands behind her back and tried her best to control herself not to lose her composure, and she must not show the slightest abnormality. She finally responded with his brightest smile.

This is the last time, of course we have to leave the best impression on him.

After the coronation of Charles VII, Joan of Arc still advocated attacking Paris and retaking his part, but Charles held the opposite idea.

He wanted a truce, and he did, which led directly to Joan's death.

Joan never returned to the royal city since then, she fought at the front, and Charles secretly negotiated a truce with Burgundy until she went to Compiègne in May of the following year.

"We can't count on reinforcements." Joan of Arc stood on the top of the city wall, looking into the distance with a calm mood, and the enemy's crowded army was reflected in her vision.She was silent for a while, then her tone became heated, "Now! Who wants to fight me out!"

"Jane?"

The girl turned her head and showed a sassy smile. She understood the doubts of her comrades-in-arms, but said firmly, "Marshal, we have no reinforcements."

As an aristocrat, Gilles de Ray, who has been immersed in intrigues and schemes all year round, heard such words, and subconsciously had many guesses in his heart, and each of them was particularly frightening. "How dare they!"

"I know it's a trap, but I still want to involve you in it...I'm sorry."

"No, Joan of Arc, we are the French army, and we deserve to die in this battlefield—but you are different."

"What's the difference between me?" Joan of Arc's pupils showed little smiles, and Jill could see a nearly transparent heart through her eyes. "Me too, comrade."

Under the banner of the girl, the hopes of too many people are condensed, and she bears countless longings about the future.

"Don't stop me, Marshal, at least don't let everyone's efforts go to waste."

"You are so stubborn."

The man who is a frontline general always feels helpless against her insistence, and this time is the same, he will never force her to submit.He restrained his trembling body, and was inexplicably proud and proud of the choice he made for the Orleans girl.

This time, it will definitely win a big victory.

"I still have you as my backing."

She said this with a smile.

Soon, in battle after battle, surrounded by the enemy, they gradually fell into a bitter battle, and Joan of Arc would not expect the arrival of reinforcements at all.

It seems that they got Charlie's promise and were determined to win. The British army, which was still retreating steadily some time ago, colluded with the Burgundians, and now they all changed their decadent style. They and the French/French/Spanish The army seems to have switched sides.

"All return to Compiègne! This is an order!"

Seeing the struggling comrades fall one after another, Joan can be said to have given the last order in her life.The French/French/Spanish soldiers acted decisively, supported the fallen comrades in arms, and obeyed the leader's will.

Feeling uneasy in his heart, the man asked Joan loudly, "What do you want to do!?"

However, the girl just stood in the crowd and smiled brightly at him.

"Marshal! This task is entrusted to you! You must protect everyone!" Jeanne smiled, looking at the rapidly retreating troops, with a relaxed smile in her tone. "Don't worry, I'll be back with you soon."

Jill was very anxious and wanted to go to her, but the crowd blocked his way.

The girl in armor turned around, holding a flag and wearing a holy sword, and she walked against the current like a stroll in the garden. She passed among the soldiers and stood quietly at the end of the army to ensure that everyone would return to safety fortress.

Just when the last person finally retreated from her, Joan finally moved.

She did not follow back to the city, but walked towards the enemy's thousands of troops.

Not only the British soldiers, but even their companions stared in surprise, and everyone present turned their attention to her.

"What are you doing? Come back!"

"Marshal! Marshal, please think of a way!"

"Shut up! Continue to retreat! Do you want her efforts to turn into water!"

The man who had placed high hopes almost roared at the top of his lungs. Regarding this matter, he must be the most unacceptable person. "Who do you think she made the sacrifice for!?"

The heavy haze fell on the head suddenly, and the French/French/Sai soldiers had no choice but to suppress their reddened eye circles, and executed the orders stiffly and mechanically.

Joan of Arc still had such a leisurely attitude, she seemed to be unaware of what happened behind her, she slowly walked to the front of the enemy's army, facing the weapons raised by the enemy to guard against her, the girl was even rich Yu Yu smiled.

"Would you mind letting me go?"

"Let her in!"

After a brief silence, the enemy general in the rear gave an order.

"Thank you."

It was as if some force dispersed the crowd and made them fall into silence. No one spoke, only the sound made during the movement, and everyone was silent.

Joan of Arc was alone in this way, surrounded by thousands of armies.

At this time, all her remaining troops finally withdrew.

In such a quiet and solemn scene, inexplicable tragedy and pride permeated everyone's heart.

Even if they were enemies, or in other words, it was because they were enemies that the British army respected this girl even more.

Even if she took countless lives and brought death to Britain, as an enemy, Joan's courage and courage are indeed a witch worthy of respect and admiration.

Leading France/Lan/Xi, repelling them time and time again, destroying their psychological defense -- like a girl with divine help.

"Witch Joan of Arc, why did you come here?"

The blond girl was tall and straight, she was calm, just standing there was enough to shock everyone.

The sun seemed to admire her, the world was impressed by her, and the breeze sang its praises.

"—this is God's guidance."

Chapter 9