In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

This is a miracle of the soul, a mystery of the present moment.

It is also a miracle mixed with magic—the primary and secondary elements are reversed, and the essence is no longer the same.

[And under this force that repels magic, the ordinary, mystical things from the past truly pose no threat to you whatsoever.]

...

After a while.

Autumn leaves carpeted the ordinary courtyard. Outside the open door stood Gilles de Rais, a knight in silver armor, his expression solemn and dignified. He glanced at the figures sitting opposite each other in the courtyard out of the corner of his eye. Although he was still full of curiosity, he quickly looked away when he recalled the shocking scene of Joan of Arc's attack. He was mindful of his duty as a knight.

Gilles de Rais's observation of what had just happened was truly perilous. At this moment, Joan of Arc had not yet fully entered the battlefield, displaying her miraculous, unrestrained, and invincible prowess. Moreover, her physical condition in normal times was that of an ordinary person who had not mastered magic—she was unable to withstand the sudden attack.

Fortunately, Vic Towar stepped in.

the other side.

Lu Kang, inside the courtyard, leisurely observed the young girl who had come to visit him, his gaze unwavering, and he was secretly amazed.

The young French saintess, with her dazzling blonde hair and bright, orchid-like eyes, had her braided hair hanging lightly, adding a touch of rustic charm to her spirited young face. She was tall but not very tall, and her petite figure appeared strikingly different in the dark purple uniform dress she wore. Her full waist appeared even more slender. She wore no armor, only her battle skirt, which hung straight down and gently pressed against her seated hips. The slit revealed her shapely, straight legs, and her tight shorts accentuated her delicate curves.

Such a youthful face combines gentleness with vigor, and just looking at it can make people feel friendly and fond of it.

With such an attitude, it's no wonder—

“No wonder it attracted the attack of the English assassins.” Lu Kang’s gaze swept over them, then he calmly looked away and took the lead in starting the conversation.

"Hmm... um?"

Joan of Arc seemed to snap out of her daze and instinctively looked over.

He looked at the young man in front of him.

The young man, with his handsome face, looked at her with a questioning gaze... Joan of Arc instantly realized her rudeness and quickly said, "...I'm very sorry, it was my rudeness!"

Is this girl daydreaming...?

Lu Kang's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, and the opening remarks he was about to make about pretending to be a 'peerless master' vanished without a trace.

One of the great pleasures of projecting souls, simulating history, and weaving reality lies in 'playing tricks' before the epic heroes of history—just like last time, before Nicholas II.

Although it was for resources... the existence of heroes is itself a kind of 'resource' for this world.

He intended to repeat his old trick.

Now it seems.

Compared to Nicholas II, Joan of Arc, who was still immature and had not yet truly stepped onto the battlefield at this time, was perhaps more like his princess Anastasia.

Silently adjust your strategy.

Lu Kang was about to say something.

But then Joan of Arc suddenly spoke first: "Um... Mr. Vic Touval, are you a god or an angel?"

Lu Kang: "?"

Lu Kang remained silent, his face full of confusion.

Joan of Arc, perhaps realizing her wording was somewhat problematic, corrected herself: "Or perhaps you have also seen the 'archangels' under the Lord's command?"

"Do I look a lot like one of those indescribable, thousand-headed, thousand-eyed Cthulhus?"

To complain like that in front of a devout believer might provoke hostility.

Lu Kang still spoke up.

One should be serious when facing serious people, and spontaneous and unrestrained when facing innocent and pure people—and Joan of Arc was undoubtedly that kind of innocent and pure person.

Hearing Lu Kang's words, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she corrected him: "Angels aren't Cthulhu, and they don't look like that. They're just like humans, only more beautiful and more sacred than ordinary people..."

"Just like you and me?" Lu Kang raised an eyebrow.

"..."

Joan of Arc couldn't quite understand whether this was praising the angel, praising herself, or exaggerating her.

The blonde girl choked up instantly.

There was no way to respond.

Despite her relative immaturity, the girl was ultimately devout and fair, and she nodded in the end.

"Just like you and me!"

He pretended to be serious, but a slight blush crept onto his face.

Lu Kang smiled, his mood becoming increasingly good—this simulation was facing either 'fake girls' like François Plelatti, who appeared beautiful on the outside but had actually lived for an unknown amount of time and had serious personality problems, or all sorts of enemies. It was rare to see a real beautiful girl, and this feeling was real and wonderful.

If he stayed like that any longer, he'd start to wonder if he'd become as beautiful as a sow!

Even if his heart is firm.

Life still needs some variety to truly be called 'life'.

At that moment, the future Saintess of France suddenly realized: "Does Victor Tuval already know who we are?"

She stopped worrying about whether Lu Kang was a human or a god.

Her intuition, inspired by divine revelation, told her that she should come to him.

Then she will come, whether she is a human or a god.

"of course I know."

Lu Kang also suppressed his smile, letting the topic return to its proper course: "I am the 'Prime Minister of the Mountain,' the all-knowing—the miracle girl who predicted England's defeat, my full name is 'Jeanne d'Arc,' and Mr. Gilles de La Mothe at the door, if you have time, please give my regards to Ms. Isabelle."

Upon hearing this, Gildre, who was guarding the gate, turned around, surprised and thinking to himself that this hermit really knew Isabel.

Then consider the 'miraculous' power it just demonstrated.

It no longer surprised me in the slightest.

As fellow practitioners of the mystical realm, it's perfectly normal for them to know each other—but what exactly is his/her identity? The power to perform miracles... could he/she be an agent of the 'Holy Church'?

Is the Church also planning to get involved in the war between England and France?

I wonder what their attitude is towards Joan of Arc, the one who 'listened' to the Lord's revelation?

Although I did not personally delve into the mystery.

But Gildre, as the heir of an ancient family, was not entirely unaware of these matters.

Upon realizing this, Gilles de Rais's gaze towards Lu Kang changed, becoming more cautious.

Joan of Arc, who knew nothing about these things, remained completely unprepared.

She simply said, "Can you really know what's happening in the whole world just by sitting in this village...?"

"You are indeed very capable, Mr. Viktorval."

"I am even more convinced of my choice to come here—I, Jeanne Darc, here ask you to listen to the Lord's revelation with me."

"Help me to save France from its suffering and its people!"

Without hesitation, and without going around in circles.

Instead, they made their intentions clear from the start.

They've laid out all their cards.

Joan of Arc's behavior at this moment was by no means the actions of a mature politician or military leader... but she was never a politician or a military leader.

A passionate young girl who simply wanted to save her hometown.

Since ancient times, true feelings cannot be hidden; only clever tactics can win people's hearts.

Looking at the girl's attitude, you suddenly remembered a very old popular saying.

You think to yourself, no wonder Joan of Arc was betrayed at her end.

That's the kind of hardship that naive and pure idealists are likely to suffer.

Faced with her invitation and request, you did not hesitate—over the years, when you returned to your hometown after your travels, it wasn't that no other nobles had come to invite you, but you had 'persuaded' them all to return.

To some extent, you're holding out for a higher bidder—but in reality, you're waiting for the girl in front of you to arrive.

Jeanne Darc, who will be recognized as a saint by the Church in posthumous times.

[And if you want to extend your influence into the church, using her as a starting point is the perfect opportunity.]

Yes, you've never forgotten that.

[I have never forgotten the various difficulties I face in reality]

Although you don't want to join the church directly.

However, there are many ways to have an indirect influence on it.

Of course, you haven't forgotten your true nature as a 'magician,' and that inherent tendency to be driven by self-interest.

【so】

"Now that you say so."

"Then let me hear what you call the revelation of 'the Lord'!"

This is the compensation you deserve.

[That's your opinion]

Chapter 54 Not God, but Orleans: The Beginning of Miracles (Major Revision)

Ultimately, you failed to hear the will of the 'Lord' that Joan of Arc spoke of.

[Although you are indeed very interested in the 'Lord' of the church that exists in this world, and your memories before transmigrating tell you that the 'Lord' of this world truly exists—even though the miraculous power used by the church today does not come directly from the 'Lord,' but from the foundation they created based on the faith of believers worldwide, at least the 'Lord' did give Solomon the Ten Commandments, and that is undeniably true.]

Although Joan of Arc did not hide the fact that she received revelation from the Lord, you have also completely replicated her past experiences with the angels.

But you did not get what you wanted.

Joan of Arc comforted you, saying there was no need to rush, and that as long as you remained devout to the Lord, the Lord would surely hear the voices of the world and respond.

However, you know that you have absolutely no devout thoughts towards that so-called 'Lord'.

[No emotion, just technique]

There was no piety, only 'utilitarianism'

Even if you were once a priest from a monastery in your first simulation, you were destined never to become a true believer in God—nor did you ever need to.

Although you were unable to hear the so-called 'Lord's' revelation, you still keenly sensed something was amiss. During this time, Joan of Arc told you about the appearance of the holy angel she encountered when she first heard the Lord's revelation—majestic, holy, and towering, with a roaring and unrestrained sound, a fiery aura blooming high above, and an indestructible body like steel.

[That's an angel? The 'Angel of Virtue' is an angel too, right?]

You silently complained to yourself, sensing something was wrong, but didn't say anything.

You no longer dwell on this.

Regardless of whether the revelations Joan of Arc heard truly came from the 'Lord' of the Church, and regardless of whether the 'angels' she saw were truly the angels of mythology—she will be recognized as a 'saint' by the Church in later generations.

This is enough for you.

[Enough for you to obtain sufficient 'resources' from her to complete your further deductions about the mystical, and enough for you to use her as a base to build your influence within the church.]

You left with her the village where you were born, grew up, and lived for nearly ten years after your adolescence.

You have arrived at the outskirts of Orléans Castle, which is under siege by English troops at this time.

You know this is the first problem Joan of Arc needed to solve as she was just starting out, and it was also her first step in saving France.

And you, too, have seen the 'capital' that the French Saviour held at this stage.

...

As night deepened and the campfires flickered, their crackling sounds mingling with the howling evening wind, Lu Kang, clad in a heavy, black scholar's robe, stood there. He glanced at the blonde girl before him, who was now wearing not only a uniform battle skirt but also silver plate armor and a protective rhomboid headgear. He then looked at the sparse tents and the rustling of people around him, his expression silent.

"Is this the kind of people you can command?"

Lu Kang remained silent. In the first simulation, he had served as the First Minister, who held multiple ministerial positions during the late Tsarist period. Although he had never actually set foot on the front lines, Lu Kang understood that on the battlefield, the number of people and the quality of soldiers often determined the outcome of a war to the greatest extent. And right now, just by looking at the scene, he could see Joan of Arc's predicament.

The number of people was no more than a hundred, and there were only a dozen or so soldiers of the 'knight squire' class wearing short armor. The rest were all farmers who were obviously recruited from the surrounding area.

How can such an army fight a war? How can it win a war?

Seeing Lu Kang's speechless expression, Gilles de Rais, standing behind Joan of Arc, hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. He opened his mouth, wanting to say that this was actually an army they had managed to assemble with great difficulty—the current Crown Prince Charles was far away in Chinon Castle in southwestern France, and in addition, he had not been crowned king after the death of King Charles VI of France. Even as the sole heir to the French royal family, his control over the front lines was still weak.