In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

You quickly realized the truth.

The priest's identity stemmed from the betrayal of the village of Dongremi.

[As for the fact that she herself married Joan of Arc, it was very likely that Plelatini deduced this—she certainly had that ability.]

You know perfectly well that this is a very difficult question to answer.

however--

Things didn't go as Ian had feared at all.

Upon hearing the question, Joan of Arc made no attempt to hide her reaction, but nodded with utmost seriousness.

"You're right."

"I...did indeed marry my sworn brother."

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy crowd fell silent.

Everyone stared at her in utter astonishment, as if they had stopped breathing—because no one had expected the girl to admit to such a thing so readily.

And Ian is even more so.

He did indeed want to openly acknowledge Joan of Arc as his wife.

But at the same time, he also knew how serious the consequences would be if he said such things.

But now——

She made it all public.

What does she want to do?

Ian's worried doubts did not last long.

Because Joan of Arc quickly revealed the answer.

Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present.

The sound, not too loud but loud enough for everyone present to hear, echoed in the faded trial room.

“You might think I’m outrageous, or you might say I’m shameless.”

"but--"

“I remember the Lord once said something.”

“There should be no fear in true love, because love is perfect, while fear is punishment. He who fears punishment cannot be perfect in love.”

"For me, such complete emotion is sincere and unique."

"so--"

"Following the Lord's will, I no longer fear the punishment that comes from love, nor do I want to hide anything anymore."

“I love my sworn brother as much as he loves me.”

"..."

You didn't expect Joan of Arc to use doctrine to refute the attacks from the Inquisition.

But you're happy.

Because you know this is the most effective way—she's using her own understanding to fight back against the enemy before her.

Along the way, she is no longer the cowardly and timid adopted sister she once was.

【and--】

This can be considered a heartfelt confession from her.

Although the situation was somewhat awkward, it still made you feel very warm.

Joan of Arc's words caused everyone present to whisper among themselves.

It must be said that the quote she cited was a perfect rebuttal to the court's words.

The public's emotional state has changed once again.

They may not say exactly the same thing at this moment, but they all vaguely convey the same meaning.

"Joan of Arc marrying her sworn brother was not such an unacceptable thing."

"This is permitted in the Lord's teachings."

This is by no means the effect the court wanted to achieve.

They quickly abandoned the idea of ​​continuing their pursuit of Joan of Arc on the matter of marriage.

The wicked gaze swept across the remaining parchment, quickly summoning many new accomplices.

"Why did you start a war and undermine the friendship between England and France?!"

"You are blaspheming the name of the Lord!"

"But the Lord never told me that true friendship means setting foot on your friend's territory and then leaving the people living in those lands to live in poverty."

"I'm just doing everything I can to prevent this from happening."

"..."

"Why are you wearing such conspicuous clothes during wartime?!"

"The Lord must have said that humility and modesty are qualities that each of us should have."

"But the Lord also said, take up your weapons and drive out the enemy."

"The so-called eye-catching clothes are just a manifestation of my determination."

"..."

The courtroom raised many questions.

Joan of Arc did not refute this—she was simply stating her true feelings.

But this is already a powerful response.

The theologians in the courtroom were rendered speechless by the arguments of this illiterate blonde girl, as if she were the one who had studied theology for decades.

They had to ask the final question.

Jeanne Dalque.

"Since you insist on refuting our statements with the Lord's teachings in every single one of your remarks... are you trying to prove that you have received the Lord's grace?"

This is a problem fraught with pitfalls.

According to existing doctrines, no one is allowed to admit that they have received the Lord's grace;

If Joan of Arc admitted that she had received grace, it would mean that she was a heretic who did not understand the doctrine at all;

However, if she admits that she has not received grace, it would prove that the previous doctrinal rebuttals were nonsense.

This is a deadly question.

Even Ian didn't know how to answer.

however--

Such questions were meaningless to Joan of Arc.

She clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture, and then spoke in the most sincere tone:

“I…don’t know whether the Lord has truly bestowed any grace.”

"But what if I didn't—"

“I hope that the Lord will grant me this moment.”

"And if I had—"

“I hope the Lord will help me improve in this area.”

"I want to save the France I love, and then spend the rest of my life with the people I love."

This was the girl's most sincere wish from the bottom of her heart, which directly shattered the despicable question from the courtroom.

All anyone could see was a devout believer, a man who loved his France.

as well as--

A wife who deeply loves her husband.

How could a girl like this possibly be someone who needs to be judged?

A deathly silence fell over the square.

It silently proclaimed the failure of this verdict.

The court urgently halted the trial—they felt that if things continued this way, Joan of Arc might shatter the perceptions of all English people.

Under pressure, they had no choice but to temporarily release her.

[In front of everyone, you and she reunite in the square.]

"Brother~"

Jeanne.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two shared a deep kiss.

A potentially fatal trial seemed to have come to an end.

but--

Is it really?

Plerati was standing on the tallest building in the city.

The wind blew through her hair, creating ripples of purple waves.

She held up the ancient book in her hand.

Suddenly——

A powerful magical force spread outwards, turning everything it touched blood red.

Plerati shouted loudly: