[Comprehensive] Why am I not dead yet?

【The girl Jeanne who exchanged opportunities finally stepped into the castle again.However, it was not the blond princess who was thinking about it day and night, but the male crown prince who greeted her - she was very familiar with that young face, and it was the future Charles VII.

The girl who exchanged this opportunity with something crucial has pale hair and light golden pupils. She forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart. After some conversation, Joan finished what she wanted to say. , I finally couldn't help asking the question I wanted to ask the most.

After listening to her doubts, Charlie showed an extremely complicated expression.

"Now I feel that I can really believe what you say." He rubbed his face and replied in a low and hoarse voice: "I do have a younger sister named Sandra, but she suffered from high fever when she was seven years old. Relationships are sick."

Joan's expectant expression froze on her face.

——No, this is not right.

……where is she?

Where is my king?

With such doubts in her arms, she stepped onto the battlefield again.

She brought the victory of the war, became a saint in the applause of much attention, and received flowers and praises from the people on the back of a white horse.

And... the ending of being tied to the stake at the age of 19, which came from the betrayal of Charles VII.

—Another betrayal.

From the gods, and the country. 】

The one who was welcomed into the hall by the head of the guard Leslie was a thin and tightly wrapped figure.

Everyone just whispered in small voices, focusing their attention on the person who came.

Standing among the crowd, the child took off his leather hood with trembling fingers, revealing his tired face underneath.

——The face of the young visitor named Joan of Arc was just a frail child of fifteen or sixteen years old after taking off the cover. His hair was pale and his eyes were light gold. Elegant and beautiful, those eyes carefully looked around, and finally settled on Leslie.

"Where is Your Highness?" His voice became ethereal and hoarse because he hadn't drank water for a long time, and it matched his appearance with a somewhat indistinguishable sense of confusion.

The child's voice was very small, and there was a subtle tremor in his voice.

Others would not think too much when they heard this trembling, but because this child appeared in such an environment that was completely opposite to his status, he couldn't stop his petty air of trembling and shrinking, and everyone looked at him even more. contemptuous indifference.

"Your Highness is here, you can find it yourself."

The Duke of Brenta's voice was very flat. He turned sideways and raised his hand, raising his chin: "Your Excellency, please."

Joan just nodded to him, and then her eyes fell on the gathered crowd.Lift your feet and walk unswervingly in a certain direction.

The originally tightly packed crowd gradually separated a path for him, and countless curious or suspicious eyes fell on his back, like thorns on his back.

But he doesn't care.

——He has walked this road many times, from curiosity to longing, then from longing to fear, and the last remaining thing is the numbness of despair.

At the end of this direction is the seat belonging to the "King".

But the man sitting on the throne wearing the royal blue king's cloak was not the one he was really looking for.

Joan of Arc stood firm in front of the throne, with a dazed expression on her face, her eyes had already become moist unconsciously, and the gaze she watched Charlie became more intense and complicated, and then he closed her eyes forcefully.

The eyes of the Duke behind him turned cold, and he turned his head slightly and whispered something to the chief guard beside him.

Immediately afterwards, the child made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations.

He raised his hand slowly, making a gesture that seemed to be a hug.

Then, he grabbed Charlie's cape!

He actually reached out and tore off the king's cloak that Charlie was wearing, and hugged him tightly!

"You! What are you doing!"

Charlie was startled!Subconsciously stood up from the chair and glared at Joan who was hugging the cloak tightly!

"You are very honorable...but you shouldn't be wearing this...only this, it should never be yours." The cold eyes of Joan who was holding the cloak tightly just now were fleeting, and she shook her head sadly and stepped back step.

After he finished speaking, his originally gentle tone suddenly became extremely tough, and even his light-colored eyes became sharp and fierce, like a ferocious beast whose territory had been invaded: "I'll ask again ! Where is she, Your Highness!?"

Charlie choked suddenly, and was frightened by the phrase "His Royal Highness" in his words for a while, and his whole body shivered.

...does it really exist?

...the messenger of God.

The Duke of Brenta also showed surprise on his face, making people block the head of the guard who was already preparing to act, thoughtful.

"... Then you have to find it yourself, she is here."

Charlie simply didn't continue to sit on the throne anymore, not to mention that his expression was obviously relaxed after jumping off the throne, but the action of reaching out to grab the cloak was once again dodged by the opponent.

Joan of Arc hugged the cloak in her arms and buried her face in it, her expression seemed to be a little calmer.

...a familiar scent on the cloak.

It's her scent.

It is the fragrance of the king.

He raised his head and looked around anxiously.

That person is here!

Joan of Arc crossed the gathered crowd, her thin shoulders brushed against the luxurious and delicate clothes of those people with delicate expressions, and finally found the princess standing on the steps of the narrow aisle at a very hidden corner, looking out of the window in a daze .

——The beautiful golden long hair, which is more dazzling than the sun, is loosely scattered on her back, and she is wearing a very loose and comfortable robe. The level - she should be the king of all eyes, but she can easily hide her aura and sense of existence, and hide herself from the crowd.

Joan could no longer look away, and his breathing began to become heavier: joy, excitement, happiness, longing... His complex emotions were intertwined into tears in his eyes, and he moved in that direction with a complex expression that almost seemed to cry And took a big step without hesitation——!

In an instant, several icy iron objects suddenly crossed his neck and stuck him there.The icy sound of swords and swords intertwining startled the screams and whispers of the bystanders, and made the princess who was staring out of the window in a daze finally turn her head and look over.

She stood there with a flat expression, looking at him from afar.

The king did not go down the steps.

"...Surprisingly, you can find me like this?"

Lian Su, who had covered her breath, was in a daze all the time. She turned her head only when she heard the voice, and was a little surprised when she saw the expression of Joan who was stuck there: "Are you so sure that I am the person you are looking for?"

He just stared blankly, with hot tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and then he spoke again. Joan's voice was hoarse and turned into a flutter in the wind: "Yes...my king, my majesty, I'm here for you... I am willing to swear to you with everything I have at this moment, this time, I am only here for you."

"……yes."

Amidst the terrified and disturbed voices of countless people, she walked down the stone steps slowly, raised her hand and waved away the guards holding Joan with their weapons.

Then in the next second, the thin child rushed up and hugged the emperor's slender waist!

Everyone screamed and shouted, and the whole hall instantly became a mess! ! !

"--Quiet!!!"

The princess's suddenly high and cold voice made the messy group of people stop reflexively.

She was at a loss as she raised her arms, because the child knelt on the cold stone steps and buried her head in her arms, with his cheek against her belly, hot tears had already soaked her thin robe.

"My lord... my lord..."

The soft sobbing and crying, as well as the poignant and humble gesture as if he had finally found a lost and recovered treasure, made Lian Su very reluctant to stop his crying. He hesitated for a long time with the arm raised in mid-air, and finally fell down, holding On the top of his head, he patted lightly.

Joan of Arc hugged Her Royal Highness, sobbing and crying, but her contented expression was like a poor cub who had finally returned to its nest after being wandering and lonely for a long time. This soft and slender body is his final and only reliance.

[After being betrayed by the new king, he returned to the starting point again; as the price of returning, he should follow the will of the gods and once again raised the flag to bring victory to the country.

"I will dedicate victory and this country to the gods."

...But what Joan didn't know was that his beloved king became the sacrifice that the gods really wanted this time.

——At the moment when the queen put on the crown, the god lowered a dazzling holy light from the top of her head.

Under everyone's astonished gaze,

In the roar of the saint's collapse,

In Wang Lengran's eyes,

……god,

took away the king. 】

"...all back down, duke, and you too."

The princess waved her hand and repeated her order again. Her hand was still on the top of Jeanne's head, and she patted it gently as if to comfort her.

The young man who was kneeling in front of her suddenly stood up and put his lips close to her ear. The hot and dry lips of the young man pressed against her ear, bringing out hot breaths and hoarse whispers. Only then did he realize that the young and thin child was almost as tall as himself after standing up: "...My lord, I have something to say to you—only you can hear these words."

Lian Su seemed to be lost in thought, whether to agree to his request to be alone.The Duke looked into her eyes anxiously, and stopped him loudly: "Your Highness, this is absolutely impossible! At least please let Captain Leslie accompany you..."

"It's ok."

The princess patted the "Holy Maiden" Joan of Arc's thin shoulders, and waved her hand comfortingly at the Duke: "It's just a little girl, there's nothing to be afraid of."

And the child standing next to her lowered her eyelashes docilely, looking at a docile and obedient obedient look, those light-colored pupils looked at the princess's back, and there was only one word in it, which was hidden layer by layer by him. Under the docile and soft admiration.

--mine.