In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

This wasn't the daughter he knew, and it wasn't his favorite Jean.

"Son, what happened..."

The girl shook her head,

"I can't say it casually, because the fate has been doomed from the beginning. Once it is said, no one can guarantee the final result."

"But some time ago, you were still laughing with Luo An."

"It is because of this that I understand that time is running out, and I cherish every minute and every second. I want to save everyone in the world, including ourselves."

"Huang Miao! Huang Miao!"

Uncle Jacques could not accept such a wording at all,

"Let! I warn you to take back those words of yours!"

As a father, who would choose to believe that his daughter, whom he had raised for more than ten years, suddenly told himself that he wanted to save the country or something?

But I don't know why, looking at his daughter's unfamiliar appearance, Uncle Jacques's heart was filled with panic again.

He was afraid, afraid that everything the girl said was true.

But even so, he will not easily agree!

Only today, it is destined to not have a good atmosphere.

"The Lord will shine on each of us, Father."

"If Loon told me this now, maybe I would agree that a man goes to the battlefield to fight for the country, that's a hero, but what are you a woman?"

"Father……"

Let Dalke bend her knees slowly, she buckled her head on the ground,

"I'm very happy to be my father's daughter. But I've been Joan of Arc from the moment my fate has been opened. I want to change this war, for the country. So I want to have my father's blessing, like Like those who go to war for their country."

Uncle Jacques looked at such a daughter, but his throat was stuck and he couldn't speak.

This era is very chaotic, and there are wars everywhere. It is very common for children from ordinary families to join the army, but this does not mean that it is also a common thing for women to join the army.

He looked at his daughter, who had made up his mind completely, and couldn't say anything against it.

As a father, he didn't want to veto his daughter's determination, but for the life of the other party, he should veto it.

After a long time, he eased his emotions and let out a long sigh, his eyes were a little foggy, his tone was trembling, and he was more reluctant.

"Child, have you really made up your mind..."

Isabelle also covered her mouth and crouched down to support her daughter,

"Son, this country...does it really need you to save..."

Compared with Uncle Jacques, Isabelle is obviously more emotional and has some confidence in her daughter's words.

"Yes, they need me."

"Then even if we agree, what about Lon? What will he think?"

Girl... No, it should be Jeanne who smiled.

"I'll make it clear to him."

PS: It feels a bit abrupt, but I think about the fifteenth century and it's no problem to go to the battlefield.

17. Can you bless me?

"Finished?"

When Jeanne came out, Luo An was already sitting beside the haystack at the door.

The small house next to them was where they had been together for a few years.

It's just that Luo An's tone is somewhat ironic now.

Joan of Arc came to him and sat down as usual.

"Ah."

She nodded.

Papapa

Loon clapped his hands,

"It's amazing that you actually persuaded your parents to join the army. You deserve to be, Jeanne."

"Lon, you know these words are useless."

"Yeah, it's useless, after all, no one would say to touch a person who wants to die."

"London."

He didn't answer, but looked at the girl's chest,

"Remember your thirteenth birthday?"

The girl's hand was on the cross on her chest,