I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 417 I came here specially to see you
He still has the familiar white robe and white hair. Compared to this dark and humid dungeon, he is so pure and out of place here, as if he is in a parallel but non-intersecting world.

Joan of Arc thought at first that what she saw was an illusion, but soon, as the existence in front of her called her name again, she confirmed that everything in front of her was not an illusion.

Only then did she remember that there seemed to be two other beings in this world who knew her true name.
"My lord." Jeanne responded.

Xia Ya stared at her quietly, and after a moment, he asked softly.

"Do you want to leave? I can take you out of here anytime you want."

Joan of Arc fell silent, and then she replied, "I still have some things that I haven't finished yet."

"But it's risky."

"I still say the same thing, sir." Jeanne murmured softly, "If this war can solve all of this with minimal casualties, it will be the best choice for everyone."

Xia Ya stared at her for a long time and then said, "Are you doing it because of the mission I gave you, or because of your own wishes?"

"It's because of your mission, it's also because of my wishes, and even more, it's because of the expectations of the millions of people who died in this war!"

Joan's words were firm and without hesitation. In the dark and damp dungeon, her eyes were as bright as sparks.

Xia Ya's eyes also had some waves at the moment she finished speaking.
He slowly raised his hand, touched her forehead, and whispered.

"This dress will protect you"

As she finally heard these words in her ears, she slowly fell into unconsciousness.

"You appreciate her."

A voice came from Char's side.

Although in Jeanne's eyes, Xia was talking to her in prison.

But in fact, where Char is really located is in the courtyard behind the castle.

The castle is docked at Sailimu Lake in the northwest of Beichen.

This is Xia Ya's favorite place. It has both the vastness and blue of the sea and the tranquility and depth of the lake.

Every year, he comes here.

In front of him was an image formed by clouds and mist.

In the image, Joan of Arc is lying on an iron bed covered with injuries.

The place where he just talked to Joan was in her dream, which is also his ability.

"Her soul is very pure." Xia Ya whispered, "She is indeed very similar to Arthur."

He looked at Alicia on one side, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Death?" Alicia thought for a moment, then nodded, "Fear."

"I actually never had a concept of death in the past. It wasn't until my mother passed away that I began to fear the unknown." Alicia murmured softly.

She turned her head to look at Joan of Arc, "But I know that there are people in this world who are not afraid of death."

"She is actually afraid of death." Xia Ya said quietly, "Being separated from everything she was familiar with in life forever, entering a completely unknown place, or even completely disappearing from this world. How many people in this world are not afraid What about this nothingness?”

He looked at Jeanne.

"Many people have overlooked that she is actually just a teenager, so how could she not be afraid of death."

"But for this child, there are things more important than death." Xia Ya's eyes were full of waves, "She faced her fears and made a firm choice."

Alicia nodded, "She struggled for a long time on where Katyusha should be released. I thought this child had an indecisive character, but now it seems that as long as it is something she has determined, she will do it better than anyone else." All must be firm.”

"She may really die in this country." Alicia looked at Xia, "Will you interfere?"

"I rarely interfere with destiny." Xia Ya said.

Alicia stared at Char's side face, stars were flowing in those talking eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised an arc that seemed to see through everything. "Yeah."

Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes, and that existence had disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was just her illusion.

Only then did she notice a large bag of things placed in the dark corner on the other side of the cell.

She approached slowly and finally saw clearly that it was a dirty canvas bag.

It was then that she began to feel the biting dampness, even though the smelly, stained bag didn't look like a good sign.

But Jeanne couldn't help but wonder to herself that there might still be a blanket in the bag.

She knelt before the bag, which was tied at both ends, and she untied the knot at one end.

She opened the canvas bag, and under the dim light of the flickering candles on the aisle, it was vaguely visible that she was holding a doll's face, a fake doll model from a clothing store.

Then, a stench and nausea made her realize that it was not a doll at all.

She immediately covered her mouth and nose and dropped the canvas bag.

The deceased appeared to be an adult of unknown age, between 75 and [-] years old, and should have weighed less than [-] kilograms.He has long hair and a gray beard covering most of his thin face.

The hands were bony, and the nails were long and curved, resembling bird claws.

One eye is open, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are like overripe fruits.The mouth was slightly open, the tongue was swollen and black, and it was stuck between the teeth, showing signs of decay and pus.

"Don't be afraid, this poor guy can't hurt anyone anymore." A voice came from the cell opposite.

Joan of Arc looked around in the darkness, and then she spotted those bright eyes, watching her from the iron bed in the cell opposite.

Joan of Arc was speechless. Although he was indeed frightened just now, she did not feel scared because on the battlefield, it was commonplace for her to eat and live with corpses.

Compared to the corpses of those soldiers, she felt that the imperialists who wantonly took people's lives were more terrifying.

She murmured softly, "May you rest in peace under the glory of God."

"He is an atheist." The cell opposite said again.

"Even so, I still hope that his soul can rest in peace." Joan of Arc said.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's really rare for a beautiful girl like you to appear in a cell of this level."

"What's your name?" Jeanne asked.

"Fermin Sanders."

"My name is Jeanne d'Arc." Jeanne d'Arc said.

There was obviously a hint of surprise on Fermin's face, "This is really a familiar name. Have I traveled hundreds of years ago?"

"It's just the same name," Joan said.

"I once heard from those who came in that a very powerful person appeared on the battlefield in West France. She is also named Joan of Arc. So, are you the one I think of?"

Jeanne nodded, "I think so."

"Was West France defeated?"

"No, the war is almost over."

"then you."

"This starts with a more complicated situation, but the most important reason is."

Jeanne stood up slowly, and the original panic in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a glimmer of light that everything was under control.

"I came here especially to see you."

(End of this chapter)