[FGO+APH] Vive la France

When Lisa (the reincarnation of APH Joan of Arc) became Joan of Arc, she held high the banner of victory for love and for the country.

——In my heart, the so-called saint is just an ordinary girl.

CP Fazhen, the second set haunts, deputy CP Mozart X Miss Queen.

Short try.

Originally, there was a requirement for a dividing line in APH, but it was not used here, so I apologize for that.

The cover itself, the source of the picture is Baidu, and I apologize for the intrusion and deletion.

Content tags: fantasy, magic knight and sword boy, historical drama

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lisa Brown (Lisa·Brown) [Jeanne d'Arc]┃Supporting actor: Francis Bonnefoy (France/China), Marie Antoinette, Mozart, Mash Kyrielight, Gu Dazi (Fujimaru Tachika) ┃Others: Everyone loves France, FGO, fate, Fazhen, APH, first love will go well

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☆、Reading Requirements

【Attention】：

Prescribed separately for emphasis.

This article is FGO+APH, and the world view is a bit chaotic, so the second setting haunts.

Take part of the historical materials and part of the brain supplement.

It’s okay if you haven’t watched APH, as long as you know the setting of country anthropomorphism; the hero Francis (France) and the heroine Lisa are set as the reincarnation of Joan of Arc in APH.

I read an article about Jeanne d’Arc before, and continued the setting, that is, after traveling to France, Lisa went to the University of Paris [-] in France. By chance, she learned that she was the reincarnation of Joan of Arc, and Also in love with Francis.

This is a setting, no complaints are allowed.

The timeline is a year after Lisa meets Francis.

Follow the plot of FGOChapter 1, have you never played FGO... Well, as long as you know that it is due to deviations in human history, you need to correct it. If you haven’t even read fate, I don’t know how to popularize the knowledge of heroes and masters. Anyway, this Not a regular Holy Grail War.

This article is short, I predict it should have an open ending, I will try my best to be sweet.

Deputy CP Queen Mary x Mozart, that's right, Miss Queen's first-class attack method must be attack.

The author has something to say: the fate work next door, Kawen, has since moved to this side.

QAQ after my fgo has no stamina.

If you want to see more fate works, please click the column, and I opened a card at the bottom of the column that fgo has drawn so far. If you are interested, you can go and watch.

☆、Prologue·Like in a dream

Lisa thought she might still be dreaming.

She looked at her own reflection in the lake, with golden hair, wearing purple and silver armor, a long sword inlaid with a cross on her waist, and holding a flag in her hand.

It was certainly not how she looked as an American Lisa Brown, but she had seen it.

in a dream.

Once by chance, she learned that she was actually the reincarnation of the famous French savior Joan of Arc in history. The night after confirming this, she dreamed of such a girl who called herself Joan of Arc. She has spoken.

That was a dream a year ago, and she has never forgotten it.

As an international student in the history department of University Paris [-], she had read a lot of historical materials, especially... after she knew that she fell in love with that adult.

However, she never thought that this piece of French land was so unsightly.

In the smoke of gunpowder and the flames of war, the soldiers supported each other, their bodies were covered with cuts and bruises, and their brows were full of exhaustion and despair.

She couldn't see any prosperity in the country.

If this is really during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, if she is really Joan of Arc, then why is this land so devastated?

Even if the English army invaded, even if there may have been guns in this era, it would not be possible to cause such a large amount of damage. There are traces of being burned by flames everywhere on this land, leaving a pitch black.

What made Lisa feel even more desperate was that when she tried to ask in French the specific situation of the fleeing mother and child, the woman who was pulling the clothes of the son in her arms was half-speaking, and when she looked up to see her appearance, she uttered There was a miserable scream and wail.

The little boy in her arms was about ten years old. His left leg was completely amputated, and the dirty clothes still had traces of being attacked by artillery fire. Hearing his mother's screams, the boy didn't know where he came from. Somewhere pulled out a dagger and threw it at her.

Obviously his small body was trembling with fear, but he still said resolutely: "Get out of France! You dragon witch!"

...Dragon Witch?

The boy's curse attracted a lot of onlookers. They were all ordinary citizens, their clothes were dirty and had many holes, and their faces had similar desperation. Some people saw her as if they saw a devil. They fled wildly, but more of them picked up the weapons at hand, or sticks, or clods, or pebbles, and threw them at her vigorously.

While smashing it, he cursed:

"Leave our hometown!"

"The witch must die!"

"My son died because of you!"

"Catch her! Catch the witch! Catch and burn this heretic!"

That way even if you are afraid, you still hate resolutely.

It seemed to be a counterattack by someone who had put all his eggs in one basket and had no way out.

Lisa could see French soldiers approaching not far away, so she could only hold on to the flag in her hand and run away.

She didn't know what was going on.

The flag in his hand is printed with the iris coat of arms, which is the symbol of the French royal family.

Behind the robe he was wearing was a big cross.

She continued walking in the direction she was running away from, and everyone she met called her the "Dragon Witch" in surprise, either fleeing or attacking.

Among them, a man dressed as a soldier wailed at her: "Lord Jeanne! I used to be a member of your banner, why did you make a wish to the devil and destroy our hometown? This is not what you wanted to be with us when you were alive. Is there a common guardian?"

While she was in a daze, more soldiers rushed towards her.

Lisa didn't even know how she escaped from so many people's pursuit. Her current physical fitness surprised her. If it was the real her, she would definitely not be able to do this.

She couldn't continue to lie to herself.

She became Joan of Arc.

Not the protector of the country, but the witch of the dragon.

The meaning of this name, when Lisa saw the dragon, she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

Soldiers are fighting the dragon.

Those hovering and flying in the sky are creatures that cannot exist in the human world.

"The Wyvern is here again!"

The wailing of the soldiers never stopped.

But their attack never gave up.

Too cruel.

The first row of soldiers who were swallowed by the dragon's flames had just fallen, and the second row of soldiers stepped on their corpses and continued to attack.

Tears and still thrusting forward, crossing the cross in vain, shouting: "Vive la France!"

God bless France.

"This is our hometown!"

"Get the dragon out!"

In front of him is a piece of hell on earth.

It is so cruel that even watching it is a sin.

Dragon Witch.

If these dragons were summoned by Joan... Is she going to destroy this world? !Is she going to ruin France?

...Is she going to kill...that lord?

The thought made Lisa shudder.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward holding the flag in her hand.

If this is a dream, she should be able to wake up after dying; if this is real, she has no way to watch so many people die.

The remnants of her body made her movements incredibly nimble. Even wearing the blood-stained black robe she picked up when she was on the road to avoid panic, she was still able to jump high and chop down heavily.

The wounded dragon wailed, and the banner's attack was stronger than she knew it would be.

Lisa turned back to avoid the gushing flames, and thought coldly that it would be worthwhile to fight the dragon.

At this time, the French army behind them launched shells, and the shells aimed at the wings of the dragon. Lisa quickly cut off the dragon falling from the sky.

A strange thing happened, the killed dragon did not leave a body, but turned into spirit particles in the air and dissipated away.

Suddenly cheers and applause sounded behind him: "This unknown warrior killed a dragon!"

"The dragon was killed!"

"God hasn't abandoned us yet!"

"God Bless France!"

"My lord, we are holding on!"

grown ups?

Thinking that she had already covered most of her face with a black veil, so that her identity would not be discovered all at once, Lisa couldn't help but want to look behind her.

"In order to defend this place, everyone has worked hard. Please put away the bodies of the dead compatriots so that they can return to their families." He still gave orders in an orderly manner, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is a request, "There is also a fort that needs to be checked, all wounded should be treated quickly, and those who have not rested for more than ten hours must stop! I still need Guys, please don't hold back."

Sensing Lisa's gaze, this man—perhaps it is more appropriate to say that he is a young man, smiled at Lisa: "Miss, if it weren't for your help, my people would have died and injured more. For this reason, I thank you as France—may I know your name?"

Lisa stared at him blankly, and the exclamation and discussion of the soldiers next to him, "What? This is a woman?" could not be heard clearly at once.

This person is...

This gentleman—

He is France, and France can also refer to him.

Francis Bonofova.

The man she had seen in her world, the man she met on her first trip to France, who called himself "Brother France", and... the man she and Joan both fell in love with.

Compared with the future, his current face is much more immature, and he has lost a lot of weight.

If the former is due to the fact that they grew up more than 1000 years apart, then the latter...is it because France has been destroyed a lot?

These dragons, these monsters.

wounded masses.

Corpses of soldiers.

Broken walls.

These are all caused by the Dragon Witch.

As a country, he must hate the culprit of all this, right?He destroyed his people, his country, and himself.

Lisa turned and ran before he could reach her.

Can't let him know who she is!

In her panic, she didn't notice that her golden braids were flying and shaking in the air.

Francis, who was about to catch up, stopped. The sudden stomach pain made him squat down, but he still stared at the direction Lisa was leaving.

"...Janede?" He murmured the name softly, refused the support of the soldiers on the side, closed his eyes, and then opened them. There was a flash of emotion in his eyes, perhaps mixed with suspicion and joy. , “Where is General Gill now?”

He has a guess.

He hoped his guess was right.

The author has something to say: I really feel that human beings are too painful.