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You soon realize the truth.

[The priest's identity comes from the betrayal of Domremy Village. ]

[As for the fact that he and Joan of Arc were married, it was probably speculated by Plerati - she really had this ability.]

【You clearly know this is going to be a very difficult question to answer.】

however--

But things did not develop in the direction that Ian worried about.

When Joan of Arc heard this question, she did not hide her feelings at all, but nodded very seriously.

"You're right."

"I...did marry my adopted brother."

As soon as these words were spoken, the noisy crowd quieted down.

Everyone looked at her with an extremely surprised expression, as if they had stopped breathing - because no one thought that the girl would directly admit such a thing.

And Ian even more so.

Although he really wanted to openly acknowledge Joan of Arc as his wife.

But at the same time, he also knew how serious the consequences would be if he said such words.

But now——

She laid it all out in the open.

What does she want to do?

Ian's worried doubts didn't last long.

Because Joan of Arc soon revealed the answer to the mystery.

Her eyes slowly swept over everyone present.

The sound, not too loud but loud enough for everyone present to hear, echoed through the faded trial scene.

"You may think that I am a traitor, or that I have no sense of shame."

"but--"

“I remember hearing the Lord say something.”

"There should be no fear in true love, because love is perfect, but fear involves punishment. Those who fear punishment cannot be made perfect in love."

"And for me, such complete feelings are sincere and unique."

"so--"

"Following the Lord's will, I no longer fear the punishment caused by love, nor do I want to hide anything anymore."

"I love my foster brother as much as he loves me."

"..."

[You didn't expect that Joan of Arc would use the content of the doctrine to refute the attack from the Inquisition.]

But you are happy.

[Because you know this is the most effective way - she is using her own understanding to fight back against the enemy in front of her.]

【Along the way, she is no longer the cowardly and timid stepsister. 】

【and--】

[This can be considered a confession from her heart. ]

[Although the situation is a bit embarrassing, it still makes you feel warm. ]

Jeanne's words caused everyone present to whisper.

It must be said that the statement she quoted was indeed a perfect counter-attack to the words of the Tribunal.

Once again the mood of the crowd changed.

What they said at this moment might not be exactly the same, but they all vaguely revealed the same meaning.

——"It's not that hard to accept that Joan of Arc married her adopted brother."

— "This is permitted in the Lord's teachings."

This is definitely not the effect the Inquisition intended to achieve.

They soon abandoned the idea of continuing to attack Joan of Arc over the issue of marriage.

The despicable gaze scurried across the remaining parchment, and soon summoned many new accomplices.

"Why are you organizing a war and destroying the friendship between England and France?!"

"You are blaspheming the Lord's name!"

"But the Lord never told me that friendship means setting foot on a friend's territory and then making the people living in that land live a life of inadequacy."

"I'm just trying my best to prevent this from happening."

"..."

"Why would you wear something so conspicuous in the middle of a war?!"

"The Lord should have said that being humble and low-key is a quality that every one of us should have."

“But the Lord also said, take up your weapons and drive out the enemy.”

"So-called conspicuous clothes are just a manifestation of my determination."

"..."

[The court raised many questions.]

[And Joan of Arc did not refute——she was just stating her feelings. ]

【But this is already a strong enough response. 】

[The theologians of the Inquisition were speechless by the illiterate blonde girl, as if she was the one who had studied theology for decades.]

They had to ask the final question.

"Jeanne d'Arc."

“Since you insist on using the Lord’s teachings to refute our words in every statement…are you trying to prove that you have received the Lord’s grace?”

This is a question that is fraught with pitfalls.

According to the existing doctrine, no one is allowed to admit that he has received the grace of the Lord.

If Joan of Arc admitted that she had received grace, it would mean that she was a heretic who did not understand the doctrine at all;

But if she admitted that she had not received grace, it would prove that the previous doctrinal refutations were all nonsense.

This is a mortal problem.

Even Ian had no idea how to respond.

however--

Such questions are meaningless in front of Joan of Arc.

She clasped her hands together, as if praying, and then spoke in the most sincere tone:

"I... don't know if the Lord has ever really bestowed any gift."

"But if I hadn't—"

“I hope the Lord will bless me at this moment.”

"And if I had——"

“I hope the Lord will enable me to improve in this area.”

"I want to save the France I love, and spend the rest of my life with the people I love."

This was the girl's most sincere wish from the bottom of her heart, which directly shattered the extremely despicable question from the Inquisition.

All everyone could see was a devout believer and a person who loved France.

as well as--

A wife who deeply loves her husband.

How could a girl like this be someone who needs to be judged?

The square fell into deathly silence.

It silently announced the failure of this verdict.

[The court of inquiry urgently stopped the trial - they felt that if it continued like this, Joan of Arc would probably overturn the perceptions of all English people.]

[Under pressure, they had to release her temporarily. ]

[In full view of everyone, you and she reunited in the square.]

"Brother~"

"Jeanne."

Under the gaze of thousands of people, the two kissed deeply.

A death trial seemed to have passed just like that.

but--

Is it really?

Plerati was standing on the tallest building in the city.

The wind blew her hair, creating waves of purple.

She raised the ancient book in her hand.

Suddenly——