Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

[This woman is a devil, a demon. 】

[Even if the heresy is allowed to lead the army, France is no longer there.]

[But it's really amazing. I commanded a country's army when I was only seventeen years old. 】

[Ha, that must be the witchcraft she used to succeed. 】

There was dismissive chattering and laughter, swearing against her one after another, and foul language filled my mind. It would be a lie if she was not sad at all, but it would be too exaggerated to say that it made her miserable.

The peasant girl, who was only seventeen years old, accepted the trust of the French people, held the sword in her hand, and determined to fight, she had already put her shame and regret out of her mind. Even at this moment, she was criticized by all people as a prisoner, and by all The person insulted her, and her heart remained unchanged.

Fear is just a concern.

In 1337, England invaded France. Since then, the war has been on and off for a hundred years.

In this context, Joan of Arc was only born as an ordinary peasant girl, perhaps a hero made by the times. When France needed a hero most, this young girl stepped forward and took charge of the army commander at the age of seventeen. Zhiquan, as the national hero of France, began to resist the invasion of England!

England at this time is not the legendary England. They don't have a great king, King Arthur, but just a group of willful and arrogant people for aggression.

Under the leadership of Joan of Arc, the French army defeated England steadily. Just when the later Catholic saint showed her military talents, she was betrayed...

Politics is always dirty...

During the temporary retreat, Joan was captured by the feudal lord of the Principality of Burgundy. They sold her to the British at a high price. In order to have an excuse, England put her to death, manipulated the Inquisition, and added heresy, Names such as witches.

The captured girl was tortured. Facing the French hero, the angry English authorities tortured her brutally and brutally, but even if her clothes were broken and her body was dripping with blood, even her bones were broken and her skin was torn. The saint still never surrendered.

Until, she was hung on the cross and placed on the firewood, ready to execute the cruel punishment in the Middle Ages-fire!

The broken body, long hair pulled by someone, dragged into the square, the iron fetters creaked, the broken legs were painful, blood was flowing all over the ground, but the girl's expression was fearless and tough.

Being thrown at the firewood pile like rubbish, her trembling hands touched her chest, but the cross there was no longer, this was her last soul sustenance, but at this moment, even this sustenance was gone. .

Just as she was mourning, suddenly an Englishman rushed over and handed her the rough wooden cross religiously.

"thank you!"

It had been a long time since her throat had drink water, and the hoarseness made Joan feel incredible.

Hearing the saint's thanks, the English man knelt on the ground, tears streaming out of his eyes, pious, as if watching the angel go away, crying bitterly.

Even if someone would belittle her, would mock her, would ridicule her, but more people would cry for her, whether it's France or England...

The hands were tightly tied with rough twine, and the bare back was a wooden cross with barbs pierced into the skin, but the pain would not even make the girl groan.

The binding was so tight that even the executioner was afraid.

The girl lowered her head, no one knew what she was thinking about, and in front of her, a priest with a pointed ear, monkey-gill, was reciting Joan's guilt.

When the last charge was read aloud, the executioner dropped the torch in his hand and lit the pile of firewood. The raging fire snake bit her smooth feet for the first time.

Under the high temperature, Joan's consciousness gradually became blurred, his skin was burned by flames, and his bones were burned by flames. Only the people around him shouted the name of God over and over again.

"Your prayers are all lies!"

She has been accused of this way many times, but she cannot refute it because even her throat and lungs are covered with hot ashes.

When she abandoned her lovely hometown, her ordinary family, and stood up for the country, she already knew that she would get this ending.

If she averted her eyes from the howling soldiers, and if she refused to look at them cruelly, the ending would be different, right? Perhaps now she is married and has children, is a wife, and a mother, and lives happily as an ordinary peasant girl.

Some people laughed at her, some people cursed her, knowing that the result of their hard work, she would have this tragic ending in the end, but she resolutely chose this path.

Only in this way can more lives be saved! Moreover, she still has those who follow her and believe in her subordinates.

"My holy girl!!!"

When the consciousness was about to plunge into darkness, there was a man's bitter cry.

The handsome man was kneeling on the ground, facing the fire that swallowed the girl, he could only cry, but could not do anything.

Joan remembered him, that was the first general who followed him, Gilles de Les...Yes, starting today, France can only rely on them.

The holy girl closed her eyes, and at the end of her life, she made the last, selfless, and unrepentant prayer.

"Lord, commit to this...".

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Opening her eyes, Jeanne sat up.

In her memory, the last moment she was still being executed, the next moment she slept on the soft bed.

From her death to the resurrection, she was in the Hall of Heroes. In that place beyond the time axis, the moment is eternity, and the eternity is the moment, the past without any memory.

After moving his body a few times, twitching his legs and feet a few times, there is no problem with this body.

This is an authentic French girl. Her birthplace has not changed much from that of Joan of Arc. At the same time, this girl is also a Catholic, but because she was born with a serious illness. After ten years of life, he returned to the embrace of the Lord.

The advent of Joan of Arc was the moment when the girl died. Because the infusion of the soul affected the body from the inside out, the appearance of this body was exactly the same as before. The serious illness in the body was also improved when the soul was injected. . It is not so much that Joan is a hero, it is better to say that she is completely resurrected.

Gaia was filled with countless modern knowledge in her mind, and she also had the task assigned to her by Gaia.

"Go to Fuyuki City, find a magician, resist the Six Kings, obey all his orders, and help him win victory."

That Joan of Arc doesn't know who it is, but she knows that as long as she reaches the place, she will feel it when she sees that person.

"Is this my task!"

Jeanne drew up from the bed, her slender and beautiful body contained unparalleled strength.

To a certain extent, Gaia is the Lord she serves. She naturally has no meaning to Gaia's commands. This is a saint who will perfectly abide by her position and strive to fulfill her promise.

"First, get out of here."

He got up from the bed, walked to the mirror, and stared at his body.

Wearing a transparent pajamas with suspenders, in this warm season, there is nothing else, from the half-covered pajamas, you can clearly see the beautiful **** of the girl.

Taking off the pajamas on her body and folding them neatly together, with her naked body like this, Jeanne began to tidy up the room.

The girl who died before was not very wealthy. She was an orphan. She grew up in an orphanage. Thanks to the welfare of modern developed countries, although she was seriously ill, the girl would not starve to death, but she was able to spend it. There is not much money.

This pajama is the only pajama of the girl. Although it is a bit revealing, after thinking about it, Joan of Arc neatly puts it in the box. Maybe she will use it later. She is a farm girl and lives. In the era of lack of supplies, Joan of Arc, like King Arthur, was a very thrifty person.

Those who rummaged through the cabinets found the girl's clothes, not many, even a little rustic, but Jeanne still picked it up subconsciously, standing in front of the mirror and drew with her brushstrokes.

Before picking up the sword, she was just a peasant girl who wore coarse cloth clothes every day. Except for linen, she did not wear those gorgeous silks. After joining the army, it was a day-to-night battle. She only needed to wear armor, not to mention. Opportunity to let her wear casual clothes.