Silvia also had a dream.
To dream that I have become an ordinary girl in the countryside, growing up carefree.
She has three older brothers and sisters.
She would chase and play in the fields with them when they were working on the farm, until the whole body was covered with mud.
She also has a mother.
She learned about the existence of Jesus from her and decided to pray to God every day as a Catholic.
"If there is no accident, I hope I can pray this way until I return to the embrace of the Lord."
She said this to her mother.
At that time, the mother just stroked her head with a gentle smile and said.
"The Lord will hear your prayers."
At that time, she was also very happy.
Of course, she didn't know whether the Lord heard her prayers.
However, one day, she heard the voice of the Lord.
Yes.
She-Jean heard the voice of the Lord.
"Human, why are you fighting like this..."
The Lord sighed like this, and the sound of the sigh came into Jean's ears.
At the time, Joan was seventeen years old.
Therefore, Joan knows what the Lord's sigh is because of.
Because people are at war.
France, Britain, and Burgundy later joined.
These three countries have been fighting with each other for decades in the days of Joan of Arc.
In the longest war in history that is approaching a century, how many people died in the struggle between the three countries
Joan did not know.
I'm afraid, no one in the world knows, right
But…
"The Lord knows..."
That's right.
Even if people don't know it, the god who looks at this world in the sky must know it.
Therefore, God will sigh.
So, from that moment on, Joan decided.
"I want to stop this."
That is not to save the world.
Nor is it to save the world.
The existence of later generations called the saint, its source, at the beginning was only because of a sigh.
Under such circumstances, Jeanne bid farewell to her family and left her hometown.
Just a little girl from the countryside, she went through many twists and turns to liberate Orleans in central France trapped by the war, and finally won the military power.
The commander of the army is a seventeen-year-old girl.
Those who do not know the truth may only regard her as a pure symbol and decorative existence, right
However, the soldiers following her would refute this statement without exception.
"If it's just a symbol, just wave the flag and shout in the back."
However, this girl is not in the rear, but is fighting bloody on the front line.
"If it's just a decorative existence, it won't be on the battlefield."
However, she thought that as a banner, she should be in the forefront, even if she had never pulled out the holy sword from the scabbard around her waist, she was still fighting.
"You don't even know how long we watched that flag in order to catch up."
As long as she is there, then, in any case, France will not be defeated.
That's how people trust her.
Then she liberated Orleans and became a hero of France.
Then, she found Prince Charles, and returned to Reims triumphantly, assisting him as the king of France in the coronation ceremony.
However, people did not hear the saint's sigh.
"Ah, since I killed so many people..."
In order to prevent the war, the saint stepped onto the battlefield.
In order to protect the people of France, the saint killed many generals of the enemy country.
With blood in her hands, she never considered herself a saint.
"I'm just a sinful person..."
So, Joan knows.
"One day, I will also be punished..."
This punishment came soon.
"You witch!"
"Unknown symbol!"
"You must be executed!"
"You shouldn't live in this world!"
Once upon a time, the cheers and praises surrounding Joan began to become curses and resentments.
In order to end the war, Joan has been fighting, but finally fell into the hands of the enemy and was pushed to the execution stand.
People know that she is a devout believer, trying to name her a witch, heresy, evil, and push her into the fire to death.
"Your prayer is just a lie."
"Your battle has brought many disasters."
"You cannot be favored by God."
"You don't have a pious belief."
The priests of the trial declared this, and finally tied Jean to the cross and lit the fire.
Feeling the tongue of fire devouring her body, Joan really thinks so.
"This is great… "
He was finally punished.
"Oh God… "
I trust this body to you.
…
Silvia woke up in the radiant space.
My heart is full of sorrow.
"Sorry."
As if she knew what had happened, Joan apologized to Silvia.
"Let you see something boring."
With that said, there was an expression of guilt on Joan's face.
The spirit and memory of the two are shared.
Since Joan can learn about Silvia's memory, Silvia can naturally also learn about her past.
This kind of mutual enjoyment even overrides the dream between the master and the slave.
If Fang Li only dreamed of Yuan Laiguang's past, then Silvia had experienced Joan's life like empathy.
Unfortunately, there has never been.
Because Silvia knew that Joan left this world with satisfaction and returned to the embrace of the Lord.
Sorrow, just my own.
Because, even if she felt the same, Silvia couldn't help feeling sad as long as she thought that it was not her own experience, but the life of this young girl who was in the same body with her.
"You could have lived happily as an ordinary girl."
Silvia said like this.
In response, Joan merely gave a smile.
"No way, that's my choice."
There is no regret in the voice, only tolerance and magnanimity.
Silvia finally understood.
"Why are you called a saint, I finally understand."
Silvia's words were only exchanged for Joan's wry smile.
The reason is also very simple.
"I never considered myself a saint."
Hasn't Silvia felt this kind of thought
"It's a pity." Silvia said with a chuckle: "In fact, you should be like an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life, living in an ordinary house, and talking about ordinary love."
"Is in love...?" Joan smiled embarrassingly, and said with a blushing face: "Also... I didn't think so, but... But that's too extravagant for me."
Seeing Joan's expression of embarrassment, Silvia understood again.
really…
"The saint is just an ordinary girl..."
It's just that this girl is carrying too many things.
If you can…
"If you can, I really hope that she can have a normal relationship..."
Silvia, who understands how wonderful it is to love, hopes so sincerely.
"correct."
Silvia suddenly laughed happily.
"Just do it."