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213. Joan of Arc's enduring confession / The shattered trial / The growing girl (4k)

This was an unexpected trial.

The English have actually decided to conduct a moral trial of a French saint on their own territory.

No matter how you look at it, this is an utterly absurd thing.

However, not a single Englishman or Burgundian questioned this.

[Through long-standing propaganda, they have come to portray Joan of Arc not as a hero, but as an extremely corrupt heretic.]

You realize you must tell Joan of Arc how to handle the situation.

The night before the public trial.

Ian and Joan were transferred to a new prison.

This was a show put on by the courts—they wanted all of England to know that it was a reasonable and flawless trial.

Clean cells like these are an essential part of this process.

Faced with such an environment, Ian felt no comfort whatsoever.

He just wanted to explain to his adopted sister Joan of Arc how to deal with this doomed, unjust trial the next day.

"Jeanne, listen to me..."

You and Joan of Arc discussed many countermeasures.

She also took very careful notes of everything you mentioned.

But you also notice that her expression is a little off.

You realize that she seems to have some ideas of her own.

"..."

Ian looked at his stepsister, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke gently:

"Jeanne, is there something you want to say to me?"

Upon hearing her sworn brother's voice, Joan of Arc remained silent for a long while before responding softly.

"Brother...you said it's best not to answer questions that involve me personally."

But what if—

"Even if I know the answer to that question, shouldn't I still answer it?"

"..."

You realize that Joan of Arc had her own unique obsessions about certain things.

This is quite a paradox—saying too much might put her in a dangerous situation, but saying too little might go against her true intentions.

You've thought about it for a long time but haven't been able to come up with a suitable answer.

Until Joan of Arc touched your hand.

"elder brother……"

The blonde girl blinked her beautiful blue eyes and asked with a worried expression.

Did I say something stupid?

"If that's the case... I'm sorry."

"..."

Ian looked at Joan of Arc, who was apologizing to him, and his expression was quite distressed.

What did my sister do wrong?

Just because someone is too kind, should they have to suffer this kind of pain?

“No.” Ian touched his stepsister’s head with trembling hands.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault."

"Hmm... if you really feel it's necessary to say it at that point—"

"Then say it."

"Your brother will always support you."

You don't know if what you're doing is right or wrong.

But you know that respecting her opinion is what an sworn brother should do.

You spent a difficult night filled with anxiety.

The trial began as scheduled the following day.

You and Joan of Arc were taken to two completely different places.

"sit down."

The two English soldiers holding Ian said this.

But Ian himself looked at the spot in front of him and seemed somewhat lost.

"You...you're not mistaken?"

"I'll sit here?"

Just as the boy was surprised.

He and his sister were both "prisoners" imprisoned in jail.

At this very moment, he was able to sit in the place with the most unobstructed view—a seat with a clear view of the trial proceedings.

This is far too unusual.

“That’s right, according to the archbishop’s opinion, you should sit here.”

After saying this, the English soldier stopped answering questions.

Qiu [You realize this position was specially arranged for you.]

Someone wants you to witness the entire trial.

You quickly realized who had this idea—François Plelatti.

Where is she?!

Before Ian could find Plerati, a commotion broke out in the trial room.

Joan of Arc appeared in everyone's sight—with two English soldiers behind her.

No.

To be more precise, he should be called a magician.

To ensure the trial proceeded smoothly, the court made every effort, even bringing in a magician.

Under such immense pressure, Joan of Arc was brought to the trial.

She looked very nervous, and her hands, which were supporting her on the seat, were trembling.

In this situation, Ian couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

Fortunately-

His seat was in a very unusual position.

This allowed Joan of Arc to immediately spot her sworn brother.

The moment their eyes met, even the noisiest environment couldn't affect them.

Don't be afraid... my brother is with me.

Realizing this, the girl became brave.

Her hands stopped trembling, and her gaze toward the courtroom held a newfound resolve.

That's a sign of no longer being afraid.

Changes in expression are the easiest thing to notice.

The crowd watching the trial quickly began to discuss it animatedly.

They looked at the girl standing alone in the public eye, and their attitude softened with a hint of approval.

But this was not the outcome the theologians desired—they had wanted the English people to witness Joan of Arc trembling in fear, but the opposite had happened.

Enraged, they immediately began the trial proceedings.

A white-haired grand judge picked up the stack of parchment in front of him.

He glanced at the contents, then spoke in a very serious tone:

Jeanne Dalque.

"Is this your name?"

"Yes," Joan of Arc replied, neither arrogant nor humble.

"Hmm..." The Grand Inquisitor snorted coldly, then looked at the parchment in his hand.

His gaze finally settled on a line of text.

Jeanne Dalque.

"Do you acknowledge that you, as a pastor, married your adoptive brother?"

"Wow--!"

The words from the Grand Inquisitor instantly ignited the emotions of those present.

If someone is a pastor, he/she should indeed not marry his/her godbrother—that would be against the doctrine.

Public opinion regarding Joan of Arc suddenly became extreme.

But what you're more concerned about is something else—how did the court find out all this?

Your brain is working at lightning speed.