Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Author: Tu Tianhaiming

Summary:

That year, Aaron rescued a girl from the stake and brought her back, only to find out that her name was Joan of Arc.

So Aaron decided to continue training the girl in the same way he trained Joan of Arc, teaching her military skills and how to fight, so that she would not repeat the same mistakes.

Many years later, having escaped the enemy's trap, she won the war she was destined to lose. However, she did not become the Joan of Arc that Aaron had envisioned, but instead became the emperor of the entire empire.

Later, Aaron discovered that he had not only changed history, but also Joan of Arc's mind. The little girl had become the supreme empress, and at this time the empress told Aaron that she had actually loved him all along.

Chapter 1 Joan of Arc

Day 1: "The monster from Orleans lands in the harbor."

The next day, "the unspeakable cannibalistic demon king approached Grás."

On the third day, "the despicable and shameless thieves of state entered Grenoble."

Day 4: "Joan of Arc and Darke occupy Lyon".

On the fifth day, "Joan of Arc approaches Victory Square."

On the sixth day, "Her Majesty the Supreme Queen arrives today in her loyal Asgard."

Aaron took a sip of coffee as he looked at the newspaper summary compiled by the media.

Today marks the 10th anniversary of the Lusset Victory Parade. On this important day, Queen Lusset held a parade in Victory Square to commemorate the glorious victory achieved ten years ago. The news spread quickly and soon reached the Kingdom of Dok through newspapers. The newspapers then compiled today's edition by collecting headlines from previous years.

Aaron's country is called the Kingdom of Dok. As a neighboring country and one of the biggest rivals of the Lusset Empire, the Queen's military parade caused a great stir in the country. And when talking about the powerful Lusset Empire, it is inevitable to talk about the Queen of Lusset.

And this empress's name was Joan of Arc.

As a time traveler, Aaron was naturally very familiar with the name Joan of Arc, the most famous saint in human history. She led her army to a glorious victory at the age of nineteen, but she was also burned at the stake on a cross at the age of nineteen.

But unlike the Joan of Arc that Aaron knew, who died young at the age of 19, this Joan of Arc in this timeline not only avoided being burned at the stake as a heretic, but also led the people of Lucerne to resist foreign invaders, and ten years ago, she recovered all of Lucerne's territory and was crowned Emperor in the imperial capital of Esgard.

Because the people of this world, unlike Aaron, did not know the name of Joan of Arc before they traveled through time, there is still no definitive conclusion about Joan of Arc herself. Some say that her existence itself is a miracle, because Joan of Arc was also a prophesied girl and foresaw divine revelation.

However, many others believe that Joan of Arc's success was due to her possession of the Book of Omniscience.

That was a power that only the royal family of the Lucerne Empire could wield, and it was the most powerful power in the world that Aaron knew. It could know the past, present, and future; omniscience was the best description of it.

Joan of Arc was a usurper.

In the name of patriotism, she launched the Coup of God during the war, killing the previous King of Lusset, the Mad King Sorens Ofranc II. Therefore, many people call her the witch who stole the country.

However, at the same time as the coup, she also gained the approval of the Book of Omniscience, which has always been considered a power that only King Lusset could obtain.

What happened next is well known: Lusset lost the war due to Sorens's madness, but Joan of Arc, acting as her leader, recaptured Lusset's homeland over several years. Several years later, when the above newspaper headlines were published, she was crowned Empress in Esgard, becoming the Lusset Empress known to the world.

There is much discussion about Empress Lucerne today. To Lucerne, Joan of Arc was the supreme emperor.

As for the Kingdom of Doc, where Aaron lived, Joan of Arc was regarded as a witch.

However, one thing is undeniable: Queen Lusette's beauty.

As a witch who launched a coup at the age of nineteen, her charm was astonishing.

As the most powerful empress in the world, Empress Lusette is still so young, a perfect age for an empress. But more importantly, her beauty is as renowned as her power. For a young woman full of vigor, her status, position, and legendary experiences alone exude boundless charm.

This is why Queen Lusset has generated such a high level of discussion and stirred up such a huge wave in the Kingdom of Doc. Moreover, some people say that Queen Lusset may visit the Kingdom of Doc on the 10th anniversary of Lusset's Victory Day Parade.

At that time, even ordinary citizens of the Kingdom of Dok will be able to witness the majesty of Queen Lusette and behold her legendary beauty, comparable to that of a witch.

But for Aaron, it wasn't anything surprising.

This appears to be another timeline for Joan of Arc, and the reason she didn't suffer the same fate of being burned on a cross in this timeline, but instead became the Empress, is because she met her teacher very early on.

Aaron wanted to take a few more glances at the newspaper articles, but then someone took the newspaper from his hand: "What are you looking at? Go back to work."

Aaron looked up and saw his leader, Dorn.

"Alright, gentlemen, afternoon tea time is over. Get back to work." The middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with a large belly, clapped his hands as he took Aaron's newspaper and returned to his private office.

Aaron Brando, 23, is a civil servant in the Birmingham government building of the Kingdom of Dok. As a civil servant in one of the most powerful countries in the world and a neighboring country of the Lusset Empire, he has a promising future at his age.

Before retiring, he could expect to earn a decent salary, manage an office, and become a pot-bellied middle-aged man, just like his boss, before slowly retiring.

The others in the office were still speaking in hushed tones, but were discussing Queen Lucerne with great enthusiasm, while Aaron silently took a sip of his coffee and glanced at the Queen Lucerne poster his colleague had brought back.

It is said that Queen Lusette's propaganda was also very effective with the young people of the Kingdom of Dock, making the Kingdom of Dock feel as if it were facing a great enemy.

Especially for teenagers in their restless adolescence, the Queen not only evokes their romantic fantasies about heroes of the era, but also perfectly matches their imagination of heroes. She is basically their dream lover or idol, and is deeply loved by young people.

But it seems that Queen Lusette was simply very beautiful.

In the poster, Queen Lucerne stands sideways, her gaze fixed ahead rather than on the audience. She wears gloves and a black cloak, holding an extremely thin sword that points forward. Her gaze is cold and majestic, captivating the viewer effortlessly.

Posters are often meticulously crafted, with the creators using shapes and decorations to conceal the flaws of the figures in the painting. But in this poster, none of these tricks exist. There is no concealment, only bright light. In this unadorned poster, people feel a breathtaking and awe-inspiring beauty.

No wonder people say her beauty has a certain aggressiveness, like the portrait of a conqueror; you can't help but be captivated by her beauty and cold eyes until you succumb.

People often engage in heated discussions about the Queen's portrait, but Aaron, holding his coffee and gazing at this breathtaking image, murmured:

"You've grown so much!"

Looking at the poster, Aaron's memory did not get caught up in the excitement like many others. He was neither happy nor sad, but simply immersed in his own memories.

His memory of that period of history has always been vivid. Unlike the illusory and beautiful faces in propaganda posters, what lingers in his mind is the real touch of skin, the soft feeling of fingers touching palms, the familiar voices in his ears, and the real people who are completely different from those in propaganda posters.

People know very little about her. They only know that Joan of Arc came from a poor family, but little else, because everything was buried by her. When Aaron first met her, she was just a plain thirteen-year-old girl with braids.

Not only were the girls considered unsophisticated, but some were even kept in cages.

Chapter 2 Joan of Arc's Teacher

"Is this Esgard? It's beautiful."

Fourteen years ago, when the girl first stepped into Esgard in winter, the entire city was shrouded in heavy snow.

She was only thirteen years old, a girl from the countryside. To keep as warm as possible, she followed her teacher's instructions and wore sheepskin gloves, several layers of coarse linen petticoats, knee-high boots, and a wool scarf around her neck. She was an oddity on the street, like a fluffy ball that had escaped from a tailor shop.

But she was still very happy because this was her first time visiting the capital of her homeland. Before this, she had only seen Esgard in books, but today she finally fulfilled her wish and came to the capital of her homeland. She also came to the legendary Queen Street. She felt that Esgard was as beautiful as she had dreamed of.

A thin strand of golden hair mischievously peeked out from her thermal hat, sticking to her face, which was flushed red from the wind, making her eyes appear even brighter.

This was also her first time visiting Queen Street, the most bustling street in the country. Boutique shops stretched from one end of the street to the other, and every tree was adorned with colorful ribbons and silver flowers, shining even at night, like dazzling gems embedded in the city streets. Queen Street, however, was a jewelry box filled with pearls, and nowhere else could compare.

If it were her alone, she certainly wouldn't have had the courage to come here, or even dare to look at the merchandise in the shop window. The reason the patrolling guards on the street didn't come to chase her away was because of the boy standing next to her.

The boy's attire was also out of place on Queen Street. He was shrouded in a black robe with hard, gold patterns engraved on it. His entire body was only black and gold, exuding an aloof and distant aura, as if anyone who approached him would be offended.

But the boy held her hand the whole time, without saying a word.

"It's so beautiful..." the girl thought to herself.

Then she became shy again. In fact, she had secretly glanced at the boy like this many times along the way, and the boy probably didn't know that she would occasionally swoon over him.

"Are you cold? If so, here's your coat."

Seemingly noticing the girl's gaze, the boy took off his robe without saying a word and draped it over her, covering her bulky underskirt. In an instant, she transformed from a country girl into a cat wrapped in black cloth.

"Ah...okay..."

The girl nodded obediently and wrapped her trench coat tighter around herself. It was her teacher's coat, and although it was a bit heavy, it gave her a warm feeling and still smelled of her teacher.

Seeing his behavior, pedestrians on the street cast surprised glances at the boy.

Joan noticed that the passersby cast curious and fearful glances at her, but most of their gazes were directed at the boy next to her, as if there was a special person standing beside her. This made Joan curious about the teacher's identity. Who exactly was the teacher?

After all, her teacher not only saved her, but was also a big shot in Esgard, seemingly connected to the royal family. He appeared both mysterious and powerful, unlike Joan of Arc, who was like an ugly duckling.

“Actually, the girls of Esgard are nothing special. There’s no need to think too highly of them. As long as you look special enough and your aura is dazzling enough, they will respect you.” The boy said this while demonstrating his words through his actions.

Indeed, no one would look down on him, even though he was wearing only a thin shirt and snowflakes were falling on his head. His temperament was so special that even the guards dared not approach him. He was like obsidian, deep, calm, and radiating a black light.

"Alright, stop looking around. Our car will be here soon." The boy patted her head.

"Okay, okay..."

The girl nodded repeatedly, a habit she had recently developed: she would try her best to remember what the teacher said and obediently follow the teacher's orders.

"But clothes make the man. If you survive after you meet the king, I will prepare a new outfit for you, and you will be as beautiful as the girls of Esgard." The boy said, seemingly seeing through Joan of Arc's thoughts.

She was initially very happy, but upon hearing the last sentence, her heart sank, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on the boy's hand.

"it is good……"

The little girl, who had been happy, suddenly fell silent again.

There's really nothing to complain about anymore. Now she's well-fed and clothed, and she's come to Esgard, the City of Ten Thousand Capitals, with her teacher, to the bustling streets. Even if she might die when she meets the king, there's nothing to complain about. Besides, before coming here, she was locked in a cage, not knowing when she would be burned to death by the villagers. Being able to come here alive is already enough to make her feel better.

Having met a teacher is something to be grateful for...

Thinking of this, she recalled that starless night.

On that starless night, she was praying in her cage, silently awaiting her execution by burning at the stake the next day. Just then, cold footsteps echoed in the dark church. She looked up from her prayers and, in the cool moonlight, saw a black-clad boy slowly emerge from the darkness, meeting her gaze through the cage.

The girl was surprised. She didn't know who the boy was, how he got in, or why the guards outside the church hadn't noticed him. Yet he had miraculously emerged from the darkness as if he had always been there.

"Are you a fairy?" she asked in a low voice.

“I am the devil,” he replied in a low voice.

The girl froze, but for some reason, she wasn't afraid. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Mr. Devil, can you let me out?"

She actually made a request to the devil, but she didn't have much hope, because it seemed that even the devil was powerless to help her in her loneliest and most lonely moments.

But the devil actually granted her request and released her from the cage. It was like a fairy tale. She prayed to the sky, and the sky actually responded to her, even though it was the devil who responded.

The devil not only released her, but also took her to wander through the deserted village and allowed her to go back to see her sick mother.

"Maybe it really is the devil," the girl thought.

But what would be the price? Making a deal with the devil always comes at a price, and what price would she have to pay? Joan of Arc wondered.

"Our car is here, let's go."

The boy's words brought her back to reality. The girl came to her senses and saw a black carriage driving over from the other side of the street. The carriage was completely black and as still as a coffin. At this time, Queen's Road was under traffic control, and only the cars of important people could drive in. Therefore, as soon as the carriage drove over, it attracted all the guards. The guards waved their batons and made the carriage stop.

But the carriage forced its way in with an unbridled and domineering attitude. Before the guards could stop it, the black carriage had already come to a stop in front of them, and a sword-wielding attendant jumped down from it.