In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Therefore, even though Joan of Arc had the trust of Dauphin Charles and received a letter of appointment from thousands of miles away, she still could not gain the trust of the nobles and lords scattered at the front, nor could she gain the support of their troops.

But compared to Gillespie's hesitation to speak.

The girl spoke up directly.

"These are the people I currently command." The girl's long, golden braids swayed slightly in the evening breeze, and the sparks from the campfire in front of her, like fragments of starlight, illuminated her unwavering blue-purple eyes, which resembled those of a rosy orchid.

Despite her petite and slender frame, she maintained her upright posture without hesitation: "I will lead them to resolve the crisis of the siege of Orleans—"

"Then you're great."

Is this the power of 'faith'?

Knowing they were no match, they still bravely took on the challenge...

"Hakizhen, you're pushing me into a fire pit!"

Lu Kang was helpless and speechless. Even if he had the revelation of the 'Lord' and the power of 'miracles', he shouldn't be so reckless!

He knew even more that he had been completely led astray—at this stage, the French national salvation saint was not only immature in her personal abilities, but her followers were as well.

The few large and small cats there are really no match for the place where the flag was at its peak.

But since he was already on this pirate ship, he couldn't say anything.

Although he came with ulterior motives, Lu Kang was not so lazy as to not contribute anything at all.

"Sir Gilles de Rae, I would like to trouble you to make a few trips for me and deliver some messages to the other armies, their lords, knights, and nobles at the front."

He ignored Joan of Arc's confident demeanor and the confusion in her eyes at his later-popular phrase. Instead, he looked at the tall, thin, pale-faced young knight in silver armor behind the girl.

"A message?"

Jill paused for a moment, but didn't hesitate: "Please speak."

“Go and tell them.” Lu Kang looked up at the deep night, and at the small, even somewhat deserted camp of no more than a hundred people. He said:

"Lady Jeanne Darque has received special authorization from Crown Prince Charles, granting her the power of temporary promotion at the front line."

"Anyone who has rendered meritorious service at the front can be granted a higher title and greater power—in the name of the current Crown Prince, the future King of France, Charles VII."

"You must also tell them that the other commanders of the front-line troops, besides him, have already set off."

"Only half an hour has passed since the sun set."

"They only have this one night left."

“If they had been a step too late, they would have watched as the opportunity to be knighted was given to others—and they would have faced the crisis of being ‘swallowed up’.”

In this world, whether they are powerful or magicians, they are all selfish people.

This was especially true in the middle of the European Middle Ages, an era later known as the 'Dark Ages'.

The only things that can motivate them are 'crisis' and 'interests'.

The only way to make them obey is to combine these two approaches.

That banner that is called 'Kingdom'!

Upon hearing Lucan's words, Joan of Arc frowned instantly, her beautiful face showing both confusion and dissatisfaction. It was impossible for the Crown Prince Richard to grant her such great power; after all, the young girl had not yet truly met the French Crown Prince who lived in the south.

Mr. Vic Touval, is this a lie... a fraud?

Guildre, however, had a different opinion.

He was, after all, from a noble and lordly family—and had his own understanding of 'politics'.

He understood that Lu Kang's approach was correct.

As for the so-called 'right to promote someone on the front lines'... that doesn't exist now.

But once it comes out, then it won't be considered a lie, right?

Gilles de Rae obeyed your orders and left the camp.

Joan of Arc didn't understand your actions, but she didn't say anything.

She doesn't understand politics, but she knows what needs to be done right now.

In the late autumn of that year, you gathered together all the French soldiers, officers, and landowning nobles who were commanding the troops on the front lines with a single speech.

You have brought them under the banner of Joan of Arc, the savior of France.

You caused the army to increase in size dozens of times overnight.

...

It was like magic.

With effortless skill, he united the many disobedient and independent armies on the French front, rallying them under the banner of Joan of Arc's iris.

He also won the awe of all the nobles with his astonishing methods.

Even if some say he was merely using deception and illusion, it cannot be denied that the army that gathered overnight completely changed the situation on the French front, which was still disunited and plagued by internal strife despite facing a crisis.

That night.

An old farmer passing by saw soldiers gathering from all directions.

He described it as nothing short of a miracle.

A surprise attack from the sky.

That was indeed a miracle.

It is the miracle of the victor, named 'Vic Towar'.

—From "The Victorious Tuva: The Miracle Army"

Chapter Fifty-Five: Military Warfare, Cult Warfare, Magic Warfare, Copy Magician (Major Revision)

The church called him a 'saint,' a saint on par with 'saintess'—even though there was never any written record of his devout faith, the church stubbornly believed that his actions represented everything.

But outside the church, what truly made a significant mark on history was his role in 'war'.

It was the lightning-fast attack launched under his command.

—Victor's Tactical Study Notes

...

Yes, a swift, lightning-fast attack was launched in the dead of night.

This is the real reason you made Gilles de Rais rush off—he understood your tactics of using crisis as leverage and profit as bait for the scattered commanders at the front, but he failed to grasp your tactical intentions.

Although the soldiers who rushed there would be exhausted from their long journey, and their owners would be caught completely unprepared due to not having known in advance,

But they were completely unprepared.

Your enemies, the English soldiers and commanders besieging the last fortress in central France heading south—the Castle of Orléans—are even less likely to be prepared.

The first half of the night remained peaceful and calm.

[In the latter half of that night, you were greeted by Gilles de Rais, who was relaying messages to the surrounding area, and you suddenly had Joan of Arc give orders.]

[Set off immediately, without waiting]

Head directly towards 'Castle of Orleans'

You believe those noble officers will quickly catch up after receiving the news—if they don't want their fiefdoms and influence to be swallowed up by others.

You also believe that this army of only a hundred people will continue to grow stronger as they march.

And indeed, that's exactly what you thought.

“La Hire, who was from the Scone region, led eight hundred light cavalrymen to join the legion formed by Jeanne Darc, who was appointed by the Dauphin Charles himself as the Supreme Commander of the French Front.”

"Jean de Bros, heir to the Bros family, hereditary count of the Berry region and whose territory covers parts of Berry and Poitou, joined the legion with two hundred cavalry and thirteen hundred infantry."

"Lord John Stewart of Darnley, Scotland, led a thousand spearmen and archers to join the legion."

"..."

News kept coming in along the way. Under the cover of night, the flames raised to light the way stretched out in a continuous line, looking from afar like a giant serpent of fire winding through the darkness. New troops gathering from all directions continued to fuel this cluster of flames. The noble officers who arrived at the beginning, seeing the sparse number of people and the dilapidated equipment of Joan of Arc's original troops, initially had the illusion that they had been tricked. However, with the arrival of the troops that followed, the officers' initial dissatisfaction and frustration at being deceived turned into relief.

I'm glad I arrived before everyone else.

Fortunately, he did not let his perception of Joan of Arc's lack of experience hold him back, nor did he underestimate Gilles de Rais, the heir of the baron family who had previously delivered the letter.

He was also convinced that Guildre's message was true.

Otherwise, where would so many nobles and lords have come with their armies?

This idea was shared by almost all the nobles who came.

Once such a thought arises, it intensifies!

Faced with Jeanne Darc's order to go directly to the Castle of Orléans, they were motivated by a desire to perform well and gain or even be promoted in rank, and they did not complain.

Amidst rustling sounds.

The procession moved forward, with carriages and horses moving in staggered steps. From a distance, one could see not only fire, but also imposing swords raised high, and the distinctive family auras wafting in the evening breeze.

And at the very front of all the soldiers and officers was a figure riding a fine horse, small and slender, yet carrying a flag and charging forward fearlessly, inspiring everyone to follow behind him!

"Ahead, just cross the Loire River, which runs through the north and south of France, and you'll see the castle of Orléans!"

The young Joan of Arc rode a magnificent white horse, her back straight, allowing everyone behind her to see her unwavering figure. The only one walking beside her, Vic Touval—Loucan, heard her suddenly utter clear words. Turning his head, he saw the graceful curves of the young girl's figure and also saw the unavoidable tension in her heart, in addition to her determination.

In this world, apart from those born with innate knowledge like 'Vic Towar,' it's normal for anyone to feel nervous when facing a major event for the first time.

Lu Kang didn't take it seriously, and simply said, "According to the information that Jill just reported, we now have more than seven thousand troops under our command."

Seven thousand people.

In the mid-century, amidst constant warfare and a declining population, this was by no means a small number.

"To be precise, it's seven thousand two hundred and seventeen people—including forty-five noble officers, and you and me, Mr. Vic."

Joan of Arc, or rather, Jeanne Darc, suddenly took a deep breath and responded in this way.

She glanced at Lu Kang with her rosy eyes and gave him a confident and bright smile: "I've been listening and calculating all along."

“My memory has always been pretty good—when I was in the village, I was often praised by elderly nuns more than once, who said that I would become a devout nun in the future.”

"But now you are leading an army of nearly ten thousand to attack the island barbarians from the north!"

Lu Kang was unimpressed by her good memory. He responded to the girl's gaze and said, "You can't become a 'nun'... unless the 'nun' in 'nun' refers to the 'repairing' of people."

His words were playful and teasing, just like his good-natured banter in the courtyard before.

This time, however, Joan of Arc did not show any signs of being caught off guard. Instead, she calmly replied, "The Bible says that I came to earth to cause war."

"As long as it's a just war—I don't mind 'disciplining' people."

"is it?"

Lu Kang was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised by the girl's reaction—but only slightly.

He readily agreed, saying, "Then I'll just have to wait and see how you manage to deal with these barbarians."

"Hmm...maybe by driving them into the sea?" Joan of Arc wasn't quite sure.

Lu Kang pointed out: "Like dumplings, wrap them up and throw them into boiling seawater?"

"Yes, that's right, it's tangyuan!"

At this point, Jeanne couldn't help but laugh.

She looked at Vic Towar beside her and felt a strange sense of disbelief—disbelief at the contradictions that existed within him.

She had this feeling from the very first moment she saw it.

She felt that the young man named Vic Towar was an incredible and contradictory person. Her first impression of him was that he was as holy as a god or angel. The moment he pushed open the door of the ordinary courtyard, the unrestrained sense of grandeur reminded Jeanne of the three holy angels under the command of the 'Lord' she had encountered in her dream years ago.

That first impression made Joan of Arc think that he would be a sacred and solemn person, like the old priests in the church who have been devoutly worshipping the Lord for many years. But later, in the courtyard, the relaxed and leisurely feeling, and the teasing that was not serious but not presumptuous, gave Joan of Arc a friendly and easy feeling, like a big brother next door.

Joan of Arc felt very relaxed in his presence.

During her conversation with him, Joan of Arc also felt a sense of inner peace.

Sacred yet approachable, mysterious yet gentle like a kind older brother next door.

Jeanne Darcée found it incredible from the bottom of her heart.

I used to find it unbelievable.