"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm really sorry for putting everyone in danger."
Back in Bordeaux, St. George first apologized to Fujimaru Ritsuka and others.
His firm eyes and elegant smile on his face gave people a particularly safe feeling.
"Especially this warrior. I can feel it. Are you a dragon slayer?"
Giorgios smiled slightly and saw through this at a glance.
Probably, this is the so-called peer gaze.
Legend has it that Saint George also slayed a dragon, probably because he felt this special smell in Siegfried.
Even if not, just by looking at Favna's vigilance towards him, you can understand. The person who can make that huge evil dragon frighten to this extent must be a dragon slayer of considerable level.
Siegfried nodded: "I have a certain fate with that Fafnir. I was the one who killed him when he was alive."
He changed his usual modest tone and used a rare affirmative tone.
Probably for him, slaying a dragon is an ordinary thing. If he has done something extraordinary, he will be humble and not take credit. But if he has done something ordinary, there is no need to be overly modest.
Joan of Arc looked ugly all the way.
He was also silent after returning.
Indeed, as Yagi Yusei previously suspected, it is not the Joan of Arc but the Infernal Affairs. Indeed, there are two Joans of Arc in France.
One black and one white.
Inexplicably, I thought of the Chinese Tai Chi diagram.
And probably because she saw this with her own eyes, Joan of Arc never looked very good.
Looking at herself like that, Jeanne was a little confused about who she was at first, and now she is even more confused. She always felt that she was not the kind of person who would be angry because of such things, but looking at her face that was too similar to herself
Face, she thought again, maybe that person is also her...
Seeing this, Giorgios said comfortingly: "Joan of Arc, you don't need to worry too much about that person. As long as you stick to your heart, that's all."
"Well...but, a weak person like me has been holding everyone back. I really feel guilty about what Joan of Arc is. As a servant, I am not perfect. I am like someone who has just entered the battlefield.
Just like people, they are anxious and uneasy...it is really unseemly."
Joan of Arc sighed, probably because she saw the vengeful black self, and became more and more suspicious.
After all, she now has strength but not strength, reputation but not reputation (she was smeared by Jeanne d'Arc, France even thought she was the Dragon Witch), and she finally obtained the revelation of God, but in the end, the revelation of God wanted to destroy Jeanne d'Arc.
Chaldea's group. But no matter how she looked at it, Chaldea's group were not bad people.
This was the first time Joan of Arc doubted God's revelation. Moreover, it was the opposite kind of doubt. She didn't think everyone in Chaldea had done anything wrong.
She almost wondered if she had been brainwashed, or if she was not a Joan at all?
"It's okay, Miss Jeanne."
Surprisingly, it was Matthew, who had always been very shy about expressing himself, who stood up.
"I have just become a Servant and have very little battlefield experience. But even so, the Servant in my body is telling me that it's okay. Moreover, seniors don't fight because they are strong. I also say no.
Okay, but seniors should... have to do it this way, have this sense of mission, right? So there is no problem. Yagi-senpai also said, if waiting doesn't make things better, then take action first. Zhen
Miss De doesn’t need to worry about that kind of thing.”
Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little embarrassed to be praised by Mashu like this. He smiled and nodded heavily: "That's it! Miss Jeanne! Please give me more advice!"
"Is it necessary to have a sense of mission to do it? It turns out that it is like this... I really benefited a lot."
After muttering these words, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba nodded thoughtfully.
Ever since France became a singularity, to be honest, he has always been frightened by the enemy and did not dare to confront them head-on. He only thought that the enemy was too scary and too powerful, which made him feel cowardly.
It wasn't until I joined the anti-evil dragon front led by Robespierre that things got better.
Thinking about it now, I am afraid that Robespierre also had the same fear? However, the sense of mission of building a beautiful country transcended fear, so he stood up and always showed leadership.
When Second Lieutenant Bouwanaba escaped, he did not see the end of Robespierre. In his mind, the great leader who always smiled confidently should have met his end with a smile.
Instead of fearing, take action first.
He looked at the Chaldean group thoughtfully, always feeling that he understood something, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't sort out any clues.
Seeing everyone comforting her, Joan of Arc forced out a smile to reassure everyone: "Thank you everyone, I feel much better. I at least have some understanding of this era, take a good rest, and let's discuss how to fight back! Here
This is the last of the four enemy-controlled areas. Once this place is liberated, the only thing left is Paris, which has turned into a magical city. Come on, everyone!"
Joan of Arc shouted "Come on" with some embarrassment, hastily ended the meeting, and was the first to leave the venue. Martha narrowed her eyes, sighed helplessly, poked the ground with her cross stick, and chased after her with her bare hands.
passed.
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"well……"
With a long sigh, Joan of Arc revealed a side that was not like a saint at all. She rolled into a haystack, turning her neck and waist, and her joints made a rattling sound. While moving her body, she
Rolling around in the hay to your heart's content.
If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.
The saint who saved the country, the hero of France, could actually roll around in a haystack like this.
Moreover, considering the location of the nearest haystack, this is actually the hay room of the stable. The sun shines through the window, leaving a clean and warm area. Joan of Arc lies on it and rolls around twice, wearing holy blue and white clothes.
The nails were covered with finely chopped hay. The smell of soil and feces from the nearby stable could be smelled in the nose. However, this smell was definitely not pleasant, but it made Joan feel unexpectedly relieved.
She can clearly recall her father, a taciturn French farmer. She can also clearly recall her mother, a French peasant woman who is also taciturn but very attentive.
Joan of Arc, who was born in a farm family since childhood, can only find fragments of her past memories in a place with a very rural atmosphere, and feel at ease. There is a... yes, a feeling of going home.
The shock of encountering Black Jeanne, the shock of being face to face with her, was an unexpected shock to Jeanne, and she still can't accept it to this day.
I also need some mental relaxation.
At this moment, the door to the fodder room was violently pushed open.
Joan of Arc was startled, and she rolled around and got up. The battle flag in her hand turned into reality and was protected in front of her.
It wasn't until she recognized the person's identity that it was Martha, who was also called a saint like her, that she breathed a sigh of relief.
However, she soon realized that she must be looking disheveled now, and her face quickly turned red. She quickly sorted out her messy clothes and patted the hay off her body.
"It's okay, don't worry so much!"
Surprisingly, Martha did not reprimand her for not looking like a saint, but came over to help her remove the hay from her hair. The withered yellow color was mixed with her golden hair, making it difficult to detect.
"Um, Lord Martha?"
Realizing that her tone was a bit rough, Jeanne sounded a little surprised.
"Okay, okay! I understand! I just can't get rid of the feeling of being a peasant woman! What's the big deal! Why, does a saint have to be gentle and generous? Ah?"
Martha frowned and spoke in a slightly rude tone. This rudeness gave Joan of Arc a sense of intimacy. Yes, Saint Martha, before she became a saint, was also an ordinary peasant woman!