In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

I don't know what it means.

A smile formed at the corners of his mouth.

Black's Archer, although I don't know the reason for your fall, it must have been an extremely painful memory.

But even so, you shouldn't take your anger out on innocent people.

Some things cannot be done.

His eyes closed slowly, and as the last sea of ​​blood swallowed him, a burst of light dissipated and drifted away.

If there is still a chance, I really want to have a serious fight with you.

166. The beginning of the story

On Joan's side, after she came to the inside of the Hanging Garden, she ran straight to the position of Amakusa Shiro Shizhen.

There were no obstacles on the road. However, at the moment when the destination was about to be reached, the surrounding space suddenly changed.

It's like changing the world.

But her consciousness is still clear.

Is this - - - Red Fang Caster's Noble Phantasm? She looked around nervously. Although she is very good at magic, Caster's Noble Phantasm is still a bit special.

Just when she was thinking about whether there would be a battle later, there was a burst of changes around her.

When Joan realized it again, the surroundings had completely changed. There were countless dilapidated houses, and those chimneys emitting a little smoke. She suddenly looked at her hands strangely.

Those flags and sabers have also disappeared, and have changed into the simple civilian clothes she used to wear in the countryside.

This is...her hometown.

It is also the period when all stories begin.

"Please! Please make me a cross.

With a childish voice, under the house in front of him, the boy lowered his head sincerely and made his request.

...... Joan of Arc's mouth unconsciously brought a smile.

Everything in front of me is Loon's childhood.

so cute.

She thought so in her heart, but she was a little surprised what the other party was doing.

Remember one——this is the thirteenth birthday, right? In the next scene, the other party came to the blacksmith shop to help out day and night, sweating all over his body every day, just for this little gift.

Joan of Arc knew that the other party was not someone who did manual labor.

So it was like this, was that the way the cross was made? Joan of Arc didn't feel guilty because of this, but she was only full of happiness,

"Caster, if that's all you want to show me, then there's no need. I don't need anyone to tell about the matter between me and Leon.

"No, no, the fun has just begun, and these are just a small part of what you don't know, Mrs. Saintess.

The picture changed again, ushering in the day when she embarked on the journey.

In the corner of the house where no one cares about, he put down the wedding dress and clothes he had prepared for years, and burned them with the flames.

There was only one ring left hanging on her chest. And Joan of Arc knew that in today's village, all the people had gone out, and they were all seeing her off.

But in this corner, no one paid attention to his existence, no send-off, no blessing, nothing.

Carrying a little money and clothes he had prepared, he just left the village. Joan of Arc noticed Lopin's eyes.

Those emotions are reluctance, but also determination.

She lowered her eyes again.

Are these the experiences of Leon?"

No, no, my lord, you are still thinking too simply.

The man named Luo Ang just embarked on his journey today. A journey that belongs to him, a road that he walked on for the one he loves.

The picture changed again and turned into a world of ice and snow.

In front of Joan of Arc, a map was displayed. It was a legend.

And in this icy and snowy land, Luo Ang huddled into a ball and hid under the shade of a tree. His whole body was frozen stiff, and his body almost lost consciousness. However, this was only the first day, and the road was full of difficulties. tortuous.

Joan saw it all.

The same is true, as it goes deeper into the forest, the picture slows down at this moment.

Joan's eyes were full of surprise.

She wanted to reach out and touch him to warm him, but she couldn't do anything.

These are hallucinations and 2. She knows this.

But at this moment, even if it is clear, I don't want this to happen.

"B

The low growl of the wolf.