As Abigail, I caused trouble in infinite space.

Joan of Arc asked incredulously.

"Your judgment, Joan of Arc, is for the crime of spreading heresy."

"But my king...didn't he pay my ransom?"

"It seems the British care about you more than the French."

"British?"

“They have paid your ransom, and tomorrow you will be transferred to the English castle in Rouen.”

After delivering the message, Pierre Cochrane turned and left.

"This is the result of the Lord you believe in. I have already told you that the Lord does not exist. This is the reality."

Yes, Cupid has reappeared. This guy seems to have been trying to get Joan of Arc to abandon her faith.

However, if Joan of Arc had so easily abandoned her faith, she would not have been a saint.

............

"Your Excellency, according to our information, the place where Joan of Arc is imprisoned is just ahead."

In a grove of trees outside the Burgundy camp, the captain of the knights spoke to the bishop standing nearby.

"There's no time to lose, let's rescue Joan of Arc immediately."

The bishop nodded and said.

"Yes, we will fight to the death to rescue Joan of Arc."

After saying that, the captain set off with his men.

In truth, the knight captain and his entourage had also lost their divine gifts. However, despite this loss, they were all elite soldiers, each capable of taking on several ordinary soldiers at once. After all, they were men who served under a cardinal.

On a battlefield, even an elite squad like theirs wouldn't be able to withstand thousands of soldiers, but now they're on a rescue mission, not facing a large number of troops. Therefore, the chances of success are quite high.

Watching the departing captain, the bishop made the sign of the cross on his chest and silently murmured:

"Lord, bless us."

"Actually, you're wasting your time."

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind the bishop.

The bishop turned around and frowned as he looked at the pair of red lights in the shadows.

"who are you?"

“Me? We’ve met before. You can call me Cupid.”

Cupid emerged, and its silhouette was immediately revealed in the moonlight.

Why do you say we're wasting our time?

“Joan of Arc has already been moved away, so I say you've wasted your time.”

"What? Joan of Arc has been moved? Where was she moved to? Rouen?"

The bishop asked somewhat anxiously.

“That’s right, they’ve been gone for several days. Even if you wanted to catch up, you might not be able to.”

"Lord, I have disappointed you. As expected, the test is not so easy to pass. My cultivation is still insufficient!"

At that moment, the bishop suddenly began to pray. Perhaps in his view, this outcome was simply a challenge set up for him by God.

Can I ask you a question?

"Please ask."

"Can you tell me why you so firmly believe in the existence of a so-called God? According to our investigation, there is no evidence to support the claim that God exists."

"No, the Lord exists, there is no doubt about that."

"Although I don't know what makes you so certain, there is indeed a phenomenon that our race has never been able to understand, perhaps that is what you call God. According to our calculations, the transformation from hope to despair can generate enormous energy. However, there is a phenomenon that can block this process. But this phenomenon does not seem to have much to do with the God you describe."

After listening to Chupi's words, the bishop, though not understanding what Chupi meant by the transformation of hope into despair, nor what phenomenon he was referring to, still firmly replied:

"Oh, that must be a miracle from God."

"Is that what you think? If there really is such a thing as God, then that is a topic worth studying."

At this moment, the bishop looked at Cupid, who was deep in thought. From the previous conversation, he had already refuted the idea that the white beast was a sacred beast. So what exactly was this white beast?

"God cannot be studied; you will gain nothing by trying."

"No, nothing is unstudyable. The reason we can't study it now is simply because we haven't reached a sufficient sample size. However, even with so many samples, it's truly incomprehensible that we still can't derive an accurate model of your human emotions."

After saying this, Cupid seemed to have no intention of continuing the conversation with the bishop, and turned to disappear into the shadows of the woods.

After a while, the knight captain returned with his men. They appeared to be covered in mud but had no bloodstains. It seemed they had not engaged in battle with the soldiers there.

“Your Excellency, I am sorry to disappoint you, we have not found Joan of Arc, but we have received information that Joan of Arc has been transferred to Rouen.”

"I understand. There's not much time left for me to waste. Let's get going and rescue Joan of Arc before she's put on trial."

The bishop nodded slightly. He wasn't surprised by the news, as he already knew it. The most important thing now was to save Joan of Arc before the day of judgment.

Although that's what they say, the bishops weren't really sure themselves. Their gifts were being suppressed, and they hadn't considered the possibility of catching up when they came out. Now, whether they could even catch up was a question.

"Lord, bless us."

Chapter 309 The Story of Joan of Arc

Rouen.

In a huge courtroom, I was actually led by soldiers to the very center.

Even now, she still wears shackles on her hands and feet, which fully demonstrates the importance the British people place on her.

The courtroom was packed with people: nobles, ladies, and high-ranking members of the papacy. Except for the central area, the surrounding areas were completely filled with them.

Bishop Pierre Cochrane, who had met Joan of Arc before, sat in the very center.

"The noble Christian King Henry VI, the monarch of both England and France, has handed this girl over to us. She is accused of spreading heresy, and her faith will be put to trial."

Pierre Cochrane then gestured to the side, and a priest walked over with a Bible.

“Hold the Bible in your hand and swear that you will answer all the questions asked truthfully.”

After actually glancing at it, the priest, who was walking over with the Bible, immediately said:

"I don't know what you're going to ask, and you might ask me things I don't want to answer."

"No matter what they ask you, you must swear to answer truthfully."

"I am willing to answer truthfully about everything in the world, but as for the revelations I have received, I have only spoken of them to my king, Charles VII, the only true king of France."

Joan of Arc's words caused a stir among those around her, as people seemed quite surprised by her answer.

“You must swear an oath; even the king will not refuse to swear an oath concerning matters of faith.”

"I will tell you everything that can be told, but as for things that cannot be told, even if you were to cut off my head, I would not tell you."

Seeing Joan of Arc's unwavering resolve, Pierre Cochrane could only wave helplessly, signaling the priest to return to his place.

"First, tell me your name. You should be able to say that, right?"

"My name is Joan of Arc. My little cross has been taken away. Can I have it back?"

"First, show some cooperation. Where were you born?"

“A village called Doremi.”

"How old are you?"

Around 19 years old.

Have you been baptized?

"Have."

“Recite the Lord’s prayer.”

"Unless you listen to my confession first."

Joan of Arc's answer caused another brief commotion, and Pierre Cochrane seemed to realize something at this moment.

“Listen carefully to me. We are all devout believers and will do our best to count your body and soul. In the name of the church, we never refuse a lost sheep who has returned. But if you want our help, you must first submit to our learned judgment and authority and carefully listen to our merciful advice. If you insist on refusing our help, we can only let you face worldly judgment. I think you know very well what kind of punishment you will receive. Now... please recite the Lord's prayer.”

However, even after Pierre Cochrane said those words, Joan of Arc still replied:

"Unless you listen to my confession first."

"Be careful, refusing to obey our judgment will do you no good!"

"You...you claim you're going to judge me, but you should be careful, because you'll be judged in the future!"

Joan of Arc's words plunged the entire courtroom into chaos, with Pierre Cochrane shouting in a panic:

"Guards, take the prisoner away!"

............

In the prison, Cupid suddenly appeared at the window.

Don't you believe that God doesn't exist?

"God must exist."

"I don't understand what makes you feel that God is protecting you, that God is watching over you, and what makes you feel that God has chosen you."

"miracle!"

"A miracle? You mean, you've seen an angel?"

"Yes."

"But that's just a dream. You humans dream when you sleep. Dreams are just an activity of your brain. During these times, you see whatever you want to see, but none of it is real."

"No, this must be a revelation from God. Otherwise, why would I dream of angels coming to me to save France? Isn't my achievement this year a blessing from God?"

"This does not constitute evidence. There are many possibilities. Perhaps you are a genius. There are many people in history who have never studied military knowledge but have amazing military talent. It is not surprising that you are one of them."

"No, this is a revelation from the Lord!"