In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

"Mom, was I created? Facing Joan's gaze, Lily looked at it curiously.

Her memory also started after she met Loon. Although she did not forget about Astolfo and the others, all her previous memories disappeared. It was Loon who did it.

Those memories in the cultured blood were not easy to remember, and Luo Ang simply didn't keep them at all, only letting her remember the time when she was rescued by Astolfo.

She didn't look so depressed, but looked at her body curiously.

Joan looked at her like this, and then smiled softly, um, life is created, and Lily was also created by me and my father, what's wrong?" "Nothing.

Lily raised her small face and showed a cute smile, then looked curiously at the armor on Joan's head.

Then she stretched out her hand, but she couldn't touch it because of the distance. Joan of Arc lowered her head slightly to let her touch it.

"What is this?" "This is the armor you need to use in battle.

"It's so beautiful. There are some little stars in the eyes of the latter, and he seems to be very envious of Joan's armor.

Joan of Arc was also a little proud, "Of course, this is a gift from Lopin.

Lily's envy in Yinshen couldn't be suppressed at all, and she looked like she wanted it very much. Joan touched the armor with some hesitation, "But as for Luo Ang, it should be possible to make it again? Wait until he comes over Let's ask together later.

"Is there anything else you want?

Lily thought of the flag Joan raised to protect her at that time, it looked really handsome.

"Then I will ask Dad to help you make another one at that time. It was only at this point that Joan remembered.

Once the Holy Grail War is over, both she and Leon will disappear.

What will Lily do when the time comes? Let Leticia ask her to help her raise her up? She clenched her hand tightly. No, this is her own child, this is her and Leon's child.

Joan of Arc and her daughter are living in harmony here, anyway, Luo Ang doesn't know, to be honest, he really wants to rub Lily's face.

Just kidding, who doesn't like my own daughter.

And let that silly girl definitely not bring much money, the money consciousness in that guy's head has long been clear to Loon.

After returning to the castle, Vlad originally planned to give him a reward or something, but Leon didn't want it, and used it to blame Astolfo and Siegfried. After all, without these two people, in a sense, the child would will not appear.

But soon, after the rewards were over, Vlad agreed, and following that came a task for him and Fiore.

"There have been many murders in Sighisoara. The dead are all magicians who are good at magic, and their hearts have all been dug out.

We suspect it is the Ripper. I am very relieved for you two. Is it okay to entrust this investigation task to you? It is up to you to decide how to deal with it when necessary.

Jack the Ripper? Isn't this the famous British serial murderer? This heroic spirit is really weird.

But wait, Sighisoara? He hasn't gone to see his daughter yet, why did he send a mission again?" Speaking of which, what's the use of a magician's heart? Luo Jing asked curiously.

How many people are odd

Looking at him strangely, "Isn't that the center of everything? What's the use of asking." Then, Jack the Ripper, who swallowed all this, has a lot of magic power, isn't it?

"Well, it should be." "That's it."

The corner of his mouth raised, "I see, leave this matter to me.

After making a simple decision, Loon and Fiore planned to pack up and head towards their destination.

124. My wish has always been so small but hard to achieve

This is a road with no end in sight.

At the end of the road, there is nothing.

Someone once asked him why he took this path in the first place. The man didn't speak, just smiled.

Maybe he made a wrong choice, maybe he should have died in that accident to save people, or maybe he shouldn't have chosen Joan from the very beginning.

But now, standing in front of the woman he loves, holding the power to execute her, he finds that he can't do anything.

The whole world has betrayed her.

Those gods, those people, all those she saved.

Those who are by her side have nothing left, so what else can she lose.

No more, nothing more.

Even her most peaceful self is now on the opposite side.

Maybe you must think so, Jean.

He knows this, he knows it very well.

He should scold her, he should hold her clothes and tell her that these are not worth it, these people are not worthy at all.

All those who survived and watched you die are not worthy of these redemptions. They were born slaves, and they will only be slaves for the rest of their lives.

And you one- Jean Dalk.

You shouldn't deserve me to do these things. If you are still like this at this point, then from the very beginning, when I was asked to make a choice in that white space, it was a wrong decision to choose you. .

But after seeing the other party's appearance, all his words were still stuck in his throat.

....If even I deny her at the last moment, then what is left in her life...Yeah, he also has nothing, his own body, his own soul, everything he enjoys in life , all disappeared with that trial.

What was left of him at last? The wails of the undead that tormented countless nights.