Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

'Bless my lord, France shall always prevail! '

'...'

Countless people put their hands together in front of their chests and bowed their heads in prayer.

Joan of Arc, who was standing in front of the carriage, glanced around and let out a little breath.

"Is that... okay?"

She was actually... a little surprised.

"So I am so important to France?"

Joan of Arc, who had been betrayed by the upper-class French nobles, was actually not quite sure about this point, after all, she had been betrayed... Even if she didn't hold any complaints and hatred in her heart at the moment, it was inevitable that she would shake the meaning of her own existence.

A saint is also a human being, not to mention that in essence, Joan of Arc is just a girl who came out of the countryside.

Embrace the miracle.

But there is still the purity of a girl.

"Of course, you are Joan of Arc—" Luo Wei, who was sitting next to Joan and leaning against the edge of the carriage, smiled.

He glanced at the eyes full of eager anticipation in the eyes of the people next to him: "The Hundred Years' War between England and France lasted 110 years, the first 100 years were the 100 years of French humiliation, and the next 16 years, since Joan of Arc was held in Orleans. The moment the flag is hoisted—”

"France is starting to counterattack."

"Of course you are important to them, more important than any noble or king."

"The nobles will betray you."

"But they won't."

"Yeah..." Joan of Arc sighed: "The people at the bottom may not all be kind, but they are all pure people."

at this point.

She is deeply moved.

That's why I resolutely took that step in my hometown of Orleans back then, and raised the banner of resisting the invaders as a country girl...

then.

Until now.

She never regretted her actions.

Even when facing the stake at the end, even at the end, when facing the verdict read out by the 'judge'.

There was not much wavering on the girl's face.

The iris flag fluttered high.

Back then, she went out from here.

And now, she is back again.

As a Heroic Spirit, as a Servant, as a hero left in the history of mankind... start here again, and save France.

Yes,

Here is both 'Orleans'.

Hometown of Jeanne Darc.

"Is this Miss Joan's hometown?" Fujimaru Tachika poked her head out from the carriage, her short red hair was fluttering in the wind, and the girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

She had also studied the deeds of Joan of Arc in history books.

Now I finally see it with my own eyes.

Now we have finally come to the most critical juncture in history.

The girl was quite excited... However, when she poked her head out and saw only an ordinary medieval city scene, she was a little disappointed.

Matthew also poked his head out.

In the carriage, only Siegfried was sitting upright, slowly wiping the epee in his hand.

"This is reality." Rowe squinted his eyes.

but no matter.

They came to Orleans.

It is not far away from Paris, the capital of France and at the same time, the core of the singularity.

The capital, once lost to the enemy but recovered by the former Saint Joan of Arc, was once the residence of the French nobles, but now it has become the den of the Dragon Witch.

The Dragon Witch occupied Paris, imprisoned all the upper-class nobles in France, and took the capital as the core to control the entire French territory.

However, Luo Wei's plan was very successful, because they have been acting as the "Dragon Witch" all the time, so the Dragon Witch has not noticed anything at this moment,

She didn't realize that the surrounding area had already fallen into the control of the real Joan of Arc.

She is still full of confidence.

Be confident that you own the entire singularity.

Confident that he can easily crush all enemies.

confidently...

"Humph."

In the golden hall, the silver-haired girl in black and sitting on the big seat suddenly opened her eyes.

"Ah, my great saint girl, what's wrong with you?"

In front of her, a maniac-like voice sounded, a man in a black robe, thin and pale, Gilles de Ray stepped out of the shadows, his protruding eyeballs were rolling and bloodshot.

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit of a nightmare—"

The Dragon Witch glanced at Gilles de Rai coldly, her attitude was as usual with a bit of disdain: "It's just a nightmare."

"Both Vlad III and Beowulf have left Paris."

Gilles de Rai grinned: "It is said that recently, outside, it is very lively."

"lively?"

The face of the Dragon Witch moved.

"Perhaps the group of nobles are plotting something again..." Gildre's gums were exposed, and the layers of teeth looked extremely terrifying: "But it doesn't matter, they will take care of it."

"yes..."

The witch closed her eyes slightly.

She thought of the nightmare she had just had... the execution ground, the fire rack, the gushing flames, and what she could see through the overlapping flames with her body hanging down and burned by the flames, the grinning nobles of her own country and empire.

That's actually...not me.

The Dragon Witch knew very well that she was indeed Joan of Arc, 'Jeanne Darc', but she knew very well that she was not the girl who saved the country.

Because the girl who saved the country would not want revenge on the world.

She won't do that.

Of course I can't be her.

The scene in the nightmare, maybe it's just the memory that I got as 'Jeanne d'Arc', drifting away from this world.

But she could feel from it that that holy girl... before she died, she clearly had resentment.

"Jill..."

"I am here, my great saint girl."

"I'm going out of town."

Gildera froze.

"There's an enemy coming—isn't it?"

"Or, are you going to imprison me?"

"Don't dare!" Facing the cold eyes of Joan of Arc, Gilderre decisively chose to retreat: "Then I can only wish you... prosperous luck!"

In any case, it is impossible for Gilles de Ray to violate Joan's will.

but...

"I will guard Paris for you!"

In the name of chaos.

With the body of the old evil god.

"I will complete...your path of revenge for you."

"The great saint—"

"This must be what you want, right?"

...

"Witch, come to Orleans—"

"Your Highness, are you planning to..."

"If you don't try it, how will you know if it will work? Besides... don't you still have it?"

"But I'm just a musician..."

"But you're the greatest musician in the world?"

"Well, don't worry, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone penetrate your barrier..."

"Mozart, have you forgotten the promise between us? This kind of joke should be less!"

"Ah, sorry, subconsciously..."

In the narrow and hidden corner, the tall and thin man paused for a moment. He looked at the beautiful girl in front of him and bowed slightly: "But no matter what, I will protect your safety."

"Even if you try your best..."

"Is it really reassuring?" The girl named 'Mary' smiled.