The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

Finally, Shirou came to Jeanne d'Arc, and under the girl's resentful gaze, he reached out his hand and pinched her chin.

"It is very bad behavior to judge others without authorization after thinking that you have invincible power."

"What do you want to do?"

Joan of Arc had just experienced the feeling of being stabbed in the back by someone she trusted, and now she was in an extremely bad mood.

"Don't you want to know what kind of person I am? Soon, you will know."

Shirou who said this, looked at the girl in front of him who was captured by him, and felt that the saint who looked a bit fierce just now seemed much more pleasing to the eye now.

Then, Shirou raised his hand, and the command spell that he had never used before began to shine.

Seeing the scarlet light shining, Jeanne's eyes were once again filled with despair.

"Use the power of the command spell to make Ruler incapacitated."

The feeling of weakness quickly spread throughout the body, and Jeanne felt that her whole body was filled with a feeling of weakness. Her body seemed to have lost all strength and suddenly collapsed.

Shirou put his arms around her slim waist and held her in his arms, ignoring the saintly girl's unwilling and humiliating glare.

The hostility caused by what you are doing cannot be eliminated by talking.

"That's it for today. Let's see you next time, Miss Kallen."

Shirou waved to the silver-haired girl, then turned and left with Saber.

Kallen was left standing there, looking at his back hesitantly, feeling a little empty inside for some reason.

The girl didn't understand. She had clearly repaid the other person's kindness, so why did she still feel so lost?

Raising her hand to touch her heart, Kallen closed her eyes.

……

As the long night passed, the outline of the basement that Shirou had dug out beneath his home gradually emerged.

The light streaming in from the room gradually made the darkness underground gradually become thinner.

Although all entrances have been tightly sealed, the intrusion of light cannot be blocked.

Places that should have been sealed in darkness will be blessed by the sun as day and night change.

"Ha ha……"

Whether it is a door or a window, it is meant to allow something to come in and out.

Even with a tight seal, it would be impossible to fill all the gaps and serve their purpose as pathways.

If you want to completely escape from the sun, no entrance should be prepared in the first place.

If you like darkness, you should dive underground until you reach the abyss of no return.

"Ugh..."

Joan's voice of pain haunts the basement.

This basement is not perfect.

Whether the sunlight can reveal all the secrets without any worries, or the basement simply loses its concealment.

"Uh... Orihara Shirou... ugh... if you act like this, you will definitely be punished by heaven...!"

The uncontrollable pain made Jeanne unable to control her voice.

Shirou would naturally not do anything too outrageous to her, but it would be different if someone else did it.

"How is the situation?" Shirou looked at Jeanne's appearance and asked Medea beside him.

"This is not a harmful magic. I just wanted to weaken her will and give her a small punishment. However, I didn't expect that her resistance to magic would be so high. If I hadn't continued to use the magic of the Gods to exert a weakening effect on her, , it’s hard to force her into this situation.”

Medea chuckled lightly, and the corners of her lips painted with purple lipstick outlined a touching arc at this moment.

"That's right, then let this saint think slowly and calmly." Shirou nodded.

"Leave it to me." The witch smiled.

Saber, who was standing behind them, looked at Jeanne who, although she was not suffering at the moment, seemed to be being tickled while being restrained.

Still unable to move, he was in a 'torture' state. Even though he was made uncomfortable by the other party's command spells several times last night, after understanding what kind of person this saintly lady was, he still felt sympathy for each other.

"Wouldn't it be good to do this..."

"It's just a small lesson, don't worry." Medea replied.

As she spoke, the witch turned her gaze to the saint who was clenching her teeth and enduring.

tick tock...tick tock...

Beads of sweat slid down the girl's forehead and dripped down her chin.

Just looking at the lips tightly closed in shame, the cold basement seemed to heat up.

For Jeanne, who has lost her Noble Phantasm "Luminosite Eternelle", Caster's Age of Gods magic allows her to avoid damage due to its "Anti-Magic Power: EX", but the negative effects are constantly being superimposed on the magic. It penetrated into her body.

"If we continue to use the command spell, I think it won't take long for the saint to be completely used by us." Medea said to Shirou.

However, Shirou shook his head slightly.

"If she does that, it will completely melt her rationality and completely break her."

"I see, Master, you really have a unique interest in women in distress." Medea smiled charmingly.

Shirou could feel the hidden meaning in her words.

"Oh, yes, otherwise I wouldn't have kept you here." Shirou deliberately approached Medea's pointed ears that are unique to elves and said to her.

Suddenly, half of the cheeks under the hood were flushed.

If you lift up the half-covering hood at this moment, you should be able to see the woman's blushing cheeks.

However, Shirou also knew that enough was enough. If he did this when the two were alone, Medea might just let Shirou admire her with a symbolic resistance. After all, Shirou had already seen her face.

"Let's go...it's daylight."

Shirou glanced at the sunlight coming in from the exit and spoke.

After taking one last look at the saint who was struggling to support her spirit, she left the basement.

Perhaps because of his curiosity about this saint, Shirou had a somewhat unexpected dream at night.

It was about the witch trials that this saint encountered during her lifetime.

Chapter 56 Flame and Cross

April 1431, 5.

Located in a clearing where executions are taking place.

The girl with blond hair tied into a ponytail was wearing a gray robe and walking barefoot on the soil of Rouen.

The surrounding spectators watched in silence as the French hero walked step by step towards the stake.

Many of them didn't even know what was going on. They just gathered in the market square out of curiosity. Then they saw the girl wearing a three-cornered hat with the words "Betrayer, Degenerate, Heretic Witch" being killed by the executioner and two Soldiers escorted him to the square and burned him at the stake.

No matter what happened, to the people here, it was just a lively scene.

Just to watch the scene where witches defined as "heretics" were burned to ashes by the flames of God, for these people, it was both cruel entertainment and spiritual purification.

Except for Joan of Arc's whispered prayer and the crisp clang of ankle shackles, no one cheered, no one discussed, and no one reprimanded. It was like a silent mass.

Everyone was staring at the burning rack, waiting nervously for that moment to arrive.

"Father, can you let me hold the cross?"

Jeanne asked cautiously.

"This……"

The priest hesitated for a moment, but looking at the French girl's pleading eyes, he finally agreed softly.

"Ok."

After handing the cross to Joan of Arc, the girl held the cross tightly and showed a relieved smile. This time she walked onto the scaffold without any hesitation.

Seeing such a scene, the priest couldn't bear to turn around, not daring to see what was about to happen next.

Joan of Arc stood in front of the burning rack, holding the cross tightly with both hands, slowly closing her eyes, and quietly listening to the church pronounce her crime.

"After the evaluation of the doctors from the University of Paris, Jeanne d'Arc has committed twelve serious crimes!"

"When you were 13 years old, you claimed that the archangels St. Michael, St. Margaret and St. Catherine appeared in front of you and gave you revelations. The priests announced that this was because you had worshiped Satan since you were a child and weaved such a big lie to deceive you. People’s hearts.”

Jeanne lowered her head and looked at the green grass growing from the cracks in the wooden platform without saying a word.

The bishop proceeds to proclaim Joan's guilt.

"You claimed that your king understood that she was sent by God, so he entered the palace with you to discuss. You said that an angel holding a crown bowed to the king and handed the crown to the Archbishop of Reims, who in turn The princes and lords have previously delivered it to your king."

"The priests declared this unbelievable, Jeanne d'Arc, you worship the devil, you are cunning, paranoid and arrogant

, actually weaving this lie that damages the dignity of angels. "

"You said that you put on men's clothing according to God's will and still wear men's clothing today. You wear men's clothes, have men's short hair, and go against the nature given by God to women to participate in the Holy Communion."

"The University of Paris declares that your wearing of men's clothing is blasphemy, despising the sacraments, contrary to God's will, the Bible and the teachings, and in the name of divine revelation, you seduce others to worship your idols."

After hearing these words, Joan of Arc still lowered her head and said nothing, just thinking of the past years on the battlefield.

“How can a woman fight?”

The demoralized French soldiers could only get some comfort by laughing at Joan of Arc, a peasant girl.

But she just smiled, cut off her long hair with a sword, and then jumped onto the horse lightly, skillfully like the most heroic knight.

"For France!"

She once galloped on the battlefield, but in the end she was captured while trying to let the civilians escape from the rear, and was even betrayed by her own kingdom.

"The twelve counts are conclusive. We are convinced that you are a false saint and a follower of the devil. You have blasphemed God and His saints, despised the sacraments, and violated sacred laws. You are inciting and bloodthirsty. , judge of religion!”

The bishop looked at Joan of Arc with a stern expression.

"Without a doubt, burning at the stake! In the name of God, I will show you my last mercy, Jeanne d'Arc, do you have any last words?"

The girl raised her head, looked at the people and the bishop around her, and said calmly:

“God will punish the guilty.”

"And that person is you now!" the bishop said sternly.

As the bishop finished reading the final verdict, the torch was thrown over and began to burn at Joan's feet.

For those who think the disappearance of the body is the most terrifying thing, this should be the most severe punishment.

The flames gradually burned the skin, scorched the flesh, and incinerated the bones, but Joan just kept chanting the names of God and the Virgin.

Countless people have told her, “Your prayers are hypocritical!”

Joan of Arc only felt incredible at such remarks, because in her opinion, there is no difference between true and false prayers. Prayers are just prayers, and their essence will not change because of the different objects of prayer.

Although she wanted to say this, her throat was no longer able to make a sound.

At the last moment of her death, the girl's eyes suddenly flashed past scenes, a simple village, an ordinary family, and herself leaving all these behind.

If I had covered my ears not to listen to that voice, left the soldiers who would have perished, just escaped from the battlefield and lived an ordinary life, maybe I would have lived a life free of suffering.

But if she had to do it all over again, Joan of Arc knew that she would still make the same choice.

Because this is who she is.

"Whether my choice was wrong or not, many lives were saved because of it. If so...then it was not a mistake."

The flames rose into the sky and spread into a sea of ​​​​fire in an instant.

The crackling sound covered up the whispers of the crowd of onlookers.

In this noisy environment, the girl's beautiful face showed no fear, and she spoke with the most sincere piety and faith.

"The glory of the Lord be with me!"

The flames ignited and the girl on the cross disappeared in the flames.

No matter the past scenes, the impossible future, or the cruel reality, they all turned into ashes.

In the raging flames, the girl did not scream and left without a trace of regret.

The people who heard Jeanne d'Arc's words reacted in horror and spoke out in horror.