As Abigail, I caused trouble in infinite space.

"This is utterly incomprehensible."

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

When Joan of Arc saw Pierre Cochrane again, it was during an examination.

"Did you hear a voice from an angel, a saint, or God?"

The interrogation is still ongoing, only now it's with a different priest.

“I won’t talk to you anymore. I’m afraid of offending him or even refusing to answer your questions.”

Are you afraid that telling the truth will offend God? Has God forbidden you from telling the truth?

"The revelation I received is meant to be told to the Dharma King, not to you."

"When you first saw the king, were there angels above his head?"

"Even if it were there, I didn't see it."

Why did your king believe you without any evidence?

"Go ask him yourself."

With this answer, the interrogation could not continue.

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

Once again, Joan of Arc came to the same place, and was once again watched by a group of church members.

"Were you on horseback when you were captured?"

"Yes, a fine black horse."

"Who gave you the horse?"

"My King."

"How many horses did he give you?"

"Five fine horses and five carriages."

"This is a great honor, equivalent to a lord's reward. Besides the horse, has your king given you any other valuables?"

"No."

"What clothes did you get? They were made of silk, right?"

"Yes, he did give me a few, but I never had time to wear them."

"But for a peasant girl, you're quite wealthy, aren't you?"

"For a servant of God, you must be quite wealthy, right?"

Then, amidst a burst of laughter, the clergyman returned home looking embarrassed.

Then another person came up.

"You launched an attack on Paris, didn't you?"

"That's what I want to do."

"Did you command the citizens of Paris to surrender in the name of God the Father?"

“No, I mean surrendering in the name of the Dharma King.”

"That's not what's written on the evidence. Look for yourself."

"I can't read."

"Oh, right, I forgot. God sent illiterate peasants to carry out such an important task. Do you think God's decision was right? Choosing an ignorant young girl to save France?"

Let God answer this question.

And so, yet another person returned defeated.

However, the interrogation was not over yet; clearly, they were much better prepared this time.

Do you have a sword?

"There are a few."

"You should raise the flag too."

"Yes."

Which do you prefer? Your flag or your sword?

"I prefer the flag to the sword."

"Why? Because it has special value or power?"

"No, it's just... a sword is a weapon."

"So what?"

"That's why I prefer flags."

"why?"

"Avoid killing."

"You mean you would kill more people if you didn't carry the flag?"

"No...no...of course not, I have never killed anyone."

"Perhaps the temptation to kill is too strong."

"No, I warned the British to go home. I begged them not to force me to fight. They know I..."

“We have countless witnesses who can testify that you were not always carrying the flag.”

"Maybe so."

Sometimes you only have a sword.

"Yes, I don't know..."

Have you ever used the sword in your hand?

"I've used it, I raise the sword..."

“Raise your sword and swing it in the air like this!”

"I don't remember..."

"You're on the battlefield, brandishing your sword above your head, killing enemies, yelling at them, fighting to the death! And yet you expect us to believe that, in this state of heightened emotion, you haven't killed anyone!"

The priest kept interrupting Joan of Arc's train of thought and constantly stirring up her emotions.

This left Joan of Arc somewhat bewildered, and in the end, she could only utter a simple sentence:

"No, I have never killed anyone."

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

"You lied."

Cupid remained seated at the proctor's window, speaking to Joan of Arc with a blank expression.

“I didn’t lie. Go away. I don’t remember. I didn’t kill anyone. I don’t remember.”

"Do I have to tell you? I've been keeping an eye on you."

"I don't want to hear anymore, get away! I didn't kill that person! Get away!"

Joan of Arc seemed to want to avoid the question, but Cupid stared straight at her as if he could see right through her.

"The battlefield was in chaos, and I was just trying my best to protect myself! Sand, smoke, and noise were everywhere, and I was being attacked from all sides. I may have fought back, but it was only in self-defense."

"It seems you've remembered."

"Yes! Yes! I remember now, are you satisfied now!"

"I'm just telling you a fact."

"Then can you tell me, why did God allow the war to happen in the first place? He is so powerful; you say he is the God who created heaven and earth and all things, the source of life. He could easily have stopped this bloodshed and misfortune, so why didn't he...?"

"Should we stop these things from happening?"

"Yes, he could have stopped it. Does he like... like watching us kill each other in his name?"

Joan of Arc suddenly stopped, realizing what her question had truly meant.

Cupid, oblivious to Joan of Arc's expression, continued in his reply:

"That's why I've always said that God doesn't actually exist, because if He doesn't exist, then everything makes sense."

"No, that's not how it is, Lord, please forgive me. I shouldn't have questioned you. You must have your reasons. Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Joan of Arc suddenly knelt on the ground and prayed incessantly, but how long could this self-deception last?

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

"Damn it!!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, a man angrily smashed a cup against the wall.

"Please calm down, General."

Pierre Cochrane, sitting to one side, spoke to the angry man.

"How can I remain calm when I've become a laughingstock in court?"

"As you can see, this girl is very popular, but we are making progress every day."

"As long as this bitch is alive, the soldiers will refuse to fight, you understand? They need proof that God is on their side."

“We cannot burn her; that is your prerogative.”

"It is your prerogative to convict her."

“But we cannot convict her unless she admits to blasphemy against God.”

“What are you waiting for? You have a whole bunch of torture tools, ropes and pulleys, just torture her.”

“You won’t get anything out of them that way. Besides… you have to understand, I have several colleagues who are very afraid.”

"Afraid of a girl?"