Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

【This woman is a devil, a devil. 】

[Heretics are allowed to lead the army, and there is no one in France]

[But it's really amazing, commanding a country's army at the young age of seventeen. 】

【Ha, she must have used some kind of witchcraft to succeed. 】

Disdainful talking and laughing all around, swearing at her one after another, foul language filled the whole mind. It would be a lie to say that it wasn't sad at all, but it would be an exaggeration to say that just this made her miserable.

When the seventeen-year-old peasant girl accepted the trust of the French people, took up the sword in her hand, and was determined to fight, she had already put her shame and remorse aside. Her heart remained the same despite the people insulting her.

Fear is just a concern.

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

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

England at this time is not the legendary England, they do not have a great king Arthur, they are just a group of willful people for the sake of aggression.

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

Politics, always dirty...

During her temporary retreat, Joan was captured by the feudal lords of the Duchy of Burgundy, who sold her at a high price to the English, and England, in order to have an excuse to execute her, manipulated the Inquisition, adding heresy, Witch and so on.

The captured girl was tortured. Facing the hero of France, the angry English authorities tortured her inhumanely, but even if her clothes were torn and her body was dripping with blood, even if her bones were broken and her skin was torn, The saint remained unyielding.

Until, she was hanged on the cross and placed on the firewood pile, ready to execute the cruelest punishment in the Middle Ages—burning!

The broken body was dragged into the square by someone's long hair, the iron shackles creaked, the broken legs were in agony, blood flowed all over the ground, but the girl's expression was fearless and tenacious.

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

Just as she was mourning, suddenly an Englishman rushed over and reverently handed her the rough wooden cross in his hand.

"Thank you!"

It had been a long time since she had drunk water in her throat, and it was so hoarse that Joan herself found it incredible.

Hearing the saint's thanks, the English man knelt down on the ground, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, piously, as if he was watching the angel go away, crying bitterly.

Even if someone belittles her, ridicules her, and ridicules her, there are more people who will cry for her, whether it is France or England...

The hands were tightly bound with rough hemp ropes, and the exposed back was a wooden cross with barbs piercing into the skin, but the pain did 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, and in front of her, a priest with a sharp eared monkey cheek was reciting Joan's crimes.

When the last crime was read aloud, the executioner dropped the torch in his hand and lit the firewood pile. The raging fire snake immediately bit her clean feet.

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

"Your prayers are all lies!"

She was accused of this many times, but she couldn't refute it, because even her throat and lungs were covered in hot ash.

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

If she had turned her eyes away from those howling soldiers, if she had made up her mind not to look at them, wouldn't the ending be different? Perhaps now she is married and has children, is a wife, a mother, and lives happily as an ordinary peasant girl.

Some people laughed at her, some people cursed her, knowing that the result of her hard work would definitely come to such a tragic end, but she resolutely chose this path.

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

"My holy girl!!!"

When the consciousness was about to fall into darkness, the man's cry came.

The handsome and handsome man was kneeling on the ground, facing the fire that engulfed the girl, he could only cry bitterly, but he couldn't do anything.

Joan of Arc remembered him, that was the first general who followed him, Gilles de Rais... Yes, from today onwards, France can only rely on them.

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

"Lord, entrust this body...".

Chapter 0228 The girl next door

Opening her eyes, Joan sat up.

In her memory, one moment she was still being executed, and the next moment she was already sleeping on a soft bed.

During the period from her death to her resurrection, she was in the Hall of Valor, in that place beyond the time axis, where an instant is eternity, and eternity is an instant, and there is no memory to speak of the past.

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

This is an authentic French girl, her birthplace and Joan of Arc's birthplace have not changed much. At the same time, this girl is also a Catholic, but because she was born with a serious illness, she died in less than two years. After ten years of life, I returned to the embrace of the Lord.

The arrival of Joan of Arc was the moment of the girl's death. Because the injection of the soul affected the body from the inside out, the appearance of this body was exactly the same as that of Joan's life, and the serious illness in the body was cured at the moment of the injection of the soul. . Rather than saying that Joan of Arc is a heroic spirit, it is better to say that she has been completely resurrected.

Countless modern knowledge has been poured into her mind by Gaia, and she also has tasks assigned to her by Gaia.

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

That he, Joan, didn't know who it was, but she knew that as long as she arrived at the place, she would feel it when she saw that person.

"Is this my mission!"

Joan got up from the bed, her slender and beautiful body contained unparalleled strength.

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

"First, get out of here."

He stood 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 breasts of the girl.

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

The girl who died before was not very rich. She was an orphan and 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. There is not much money.

This pajamas is the girl's only pajamas. Although it is a bit revealing, after thinking about it, Joan put it neatly in the box. Maybe she will use it in the future. In the era of lack of supplies, Joan of Arc, like King Arthur, was a very frugal person.

After rummaging through the boxes, she found the girl's clothes, not many, even a bit rustic, but Joan still picked them up subconsciously, and stood in front of the mirror to draw.

Before picking up the sword, she was just a peasant girl wearing coarse clothes every day. Except for flax, she never wore those gorgeous silks at all. Opportunity for her to wear casual clothes.