"Jeanne d'Arc!"
"Why is Jeanne d'Arc here?"
"Guards! Guards!"
As Jeanne d'Arc strode into the meeting room with her war flag held high, the room fell into chaos. Most of the nobles, panic-stricken, surrounded Marie Antoinette with their bodies, which had been hollowed out by wine and meat, drew the decorative swords from their waists, and nervously aimed them at the advancing Jeanne d'Arc.
The bishops and court priests from all over France stood there, looking conflicted and at a loss for what to do.
The generals, being soldiers, drew their swords immediately to block Jeanne d'Arc's path, attempting to stop her advance.
However, whether it was the generals' swords, the nobles' bodies, or even Astolfo and Dion, who were Heroic Spirits, none could stop the resolute Jeanne d'Arc from reaching Marie Antoinette.
At this moment, Jeanne d'Arc seemed to have divine help; the holy halo around her isolated everyone who tried to stop her, and she strode up to Marie Antoinette.
Then, Jeanne d'Arc produced the Holy Grail from her body, held it high, and said loudly.
"God can bear witness for me! I am Jeanne d'Arc! I am the Saint!"
Seeing this, everyone present lowered their heads in shame, and Marshal Gil was so excited that he didn't even notice the sword in his hand slip to the ground.
The Archbishop of France, with a look of guilt and tears streaming down his face, pointed at Jeanne d'Arc, who was holding the Holy Grail with a holy expression.
"Yes, this is the Holy Grail! It is exactly the same as the Holy Grail that brought Her Highness Marie Antoinette to us! Oh Lord~! Is it You who have sent Your Saint to save us sinners?"
The reason the Archbishop said this was because of a scandal. In this Singularity, just as in proper human history, Jeanne d'Arc was captured by the Duchy of Burgundy in a minor skirmish in Compiègne in 1430, and then the French government and royal family, fearing Jeanne d'Arc's prestige, refused to ransom her.
This led to Jeanne d'Arc being bought by the English for a large sum, and she was sentenced to death by burning by the Inquisition under the control of the English authorities on charges of heresy and witchcraft, and was publicly executed in Rouen, France, on May 30, 1431.
If this were proper human history, 20 years later, after the English army had been completely driven out of France, Jeanne d'Arc's elderly mother would have persuaded Pope Callixtus III to retry Jeanne d'Arc's case, and she would have finally been exonerated in 1456. It was not until 500 years later that she was canonized by the Vatican and became a truly legitimate Saint.
However, Jeanne d'Arc in this Singularity underwent strange changes due to some special reasons, which caused a distortion in proper human history and led to the birth of the Singularity.
Returning to May 30, 1431, in Rouen, France, the weather seemed sunny. Wearing heavy shackles and thin clothing, Jeanne d'Arc was escorted by several English soldiers through the bustling streets.
"Please give me a cross!"
Urged and shoved by the English soldiers, Jeanne d'Arc remained steadfast in her faith, trying to ask the weeping French crowd around her for a cross.
However, every time a member of the public intended to hand the simple cross in their hand to their Saint - Jeanne d'Arc - they would be blocked by the soldiers escorting her. It seemed these English soldiers treated this as a fun game, pushing away Jeanne d'Arc just as she was about to get the cross, time and time again.
Some hot-blooded young Frenchmen who couldn't stand it tried to break through the soldiers acting as a cordon and rush onto the street to give the cross to Jeanne d'Arc, but could only get merciless beatings from the soldiers in return.
Thus, Jeanne d'Arc, who was already worried and hoping for God, was brought to an open-air tribunal in a small square in Rouen.
Bishop Cauchon, acting as the judge, knocked on the gavel in front of him and questioned Jeanne d'Arc.
"Jeanne d'Arc! Do you admit to the 12 charges of crimes against you!"
Jeanne d'Arc shook her head calmly, closed her eyes, and began to pray silently.
Bishop Cauchon frowned and looked at the English noble sitting on the side. After the English noble nodded, Bishop Cauchon gritted his teeth, picked up a stack of documents on the table and a box of ink, got up and left the judge's bench, and came to Jeanne d'Arc who was praying.
Bishop Cauchon first looked back at the English noble, then unnaturally wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered in Jeanne d'Arc's ear.
"Jeanne, don't speak! Listen to me, His Majesty Charles has arranged everything, and you will be released soon. However, His Majesty Charles asked me to tell you that you must sign this confession. This is the price you need to pay. Although your reputation will suffer a little loss, I guarantee you will be innocent!"
Jeanne d'Arc stopped praying and gave Bishop Cauchon a calm look.
"Where is His Highness? I would like to ask His Highness to come and tell me personally!"
Looking at Jeanne d'Arc, who was impervious to reason, Bishop Cauchon, who had long been physically and mentally exhausted by this protracted trial, could no longer suppress his anger and roared at Jeanne d'Arc.
"Who do you think you are! You are just a peasant girl who abuses the name of the Lord! I tell you! The French government and royal family have long abandoned you..."
Saying this, Bishop Cauchon threw away the confession, strode back to the judge's bench, knocked on the gavel hard, and shouted.
"Guards, Guards, burn this witch! Burn her!"
The English nobles and generals watching the trial were stunned at first, then nodded happily and began to applaud excitedly, forming a sharp contrast with the weeping of the French civilians blocked outside the cordon.
Then, several strong English Guards rushed to Jeanne d'Arc, forcibly pressed Jeanne d'Arc's handprint on the confession on the ground, tied Jeanne d'Arc to the cross, and then took torches to ignite the firewood near the cross.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the fire of the torches was instantly extinguished.
The soldiers in charge of the execution were stunned and dropped the torches with terrified expressions.
"Don't be afraid, this is just the witch's evil magic, continue the execution!"
Hearing Bishop Cauchon's roar, the execution soldiers gathered their courage, took another torch, and ignited the firewood.
However, just as the firewood was ignited, a bolt of lightning flashed, and then a heavy downpour struck instantly. This downpour, which lasted less than a minute, not only extinguished the fire but also extinguished the courage of the English, from nobles down to soldiers, making them start to really think about whether Jeanne d'Arc was truly a Saint.
Just as the English were terrified and dared not act, Jeanne d'Arc suddenly saw a Frenchman in gorgeous clothing in the crowd make a gesture to Bishop Cauchon.
And Jeanne d'Arc had seen that person before, and was very familiar with him; he was none other than Charles VII's court servant.
Receiving the instructions, Bishop Cauchon suddenly made a surprising reaction. Bishop Cauchon first picked up the oil lamp placed on the judge's bench for decoration, then, from somewhere, took out a can of fierce fire oil, quickly came to Jeanne d'Arc, and poured the fierce fire oil on the firewood.
"Jeanne, don't blame me! It's not just the English who want you dead! If you don't die, I'm finished!"
Saying this, Bishop Cauchon threw down the oil lamp, watched the raging fire in front of him, sat limply on the ground, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Heard the voice of the Lord.
He said he wanted to save the people of the world,
With a voice as gentle as pain.
A girl who should have only been dreaming of tomorrow
For the village, for the country,
And also for the Lord, chose the path of battle.
Goodbye, Jeanne d'Arc of Domrémy.
The happiness you dreamed of,
Is now in the high sky of Domrémy.
"Oh Lord! I entrust this body to You!!!"
Following Jeanne d'Arc's prayer, the raging flames engulfed Jeanne d'Arc's figure.
A sigh suddenly appeared in everyone's heart.
"Sigh!"
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