In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

But the next second, Lu Kang reached out and pressed his hand back down on her forehead.

"Sit still and don't try to run away."

Lu Kang calmly began, "I have something to say to you."

"Well..."

Joan of Arc leaned back into her seat, offering no resistance whatsoever: "I'm not running away!"

She immediately raised her hands in surrender.

Lu Kang then withdrew his hand, his long robe hanging down as he leisurely circled around the tent.

In the glow of the embers, the young man's figure appeared even more slender than it had been six months ago. The long journey had not brought him any hardship, but rather added to his mysterious charm.

Meanwhile, Joan of Arc's gaze remained fixed, her eyes flickering, her thoughts unclear. Compared to six months ago, the girl's figure had undergone a subtle change. Her blonde hair had grown longer, and the braids woven at the back of her head almost reached below her thighs. The delicate face, framed by strands of hair, had lost its childishness and matured. The tight-fitting purple uniform covering her chest accentuated her full curves, making her waist, bound by silver plate armor, appear even more slender. The slits of her long skirt revealed her exquisite curves and captivating allure. But more than the increasingly charming and spirited physical appearance of the girl, Lu Kang valued her inner growth even more.

"You did a really good job."

Lukang Road.

Even with the victory in Orleans as a foundation, the fact that the girl was able to lead the army alone and create a series of brilliant victories after her departure is enough to prove her ability to stand alone—and even more enough to prove her talent on the battlefield.

In some ways, Lu Kang is actually inferior to her.

Without the knowledge of later generations and the aid of mysterious methods, he couldn't have done what she did... Of course, Lu Kang didn't think he was weak either, since both the knowledge from later generations and the mysterious methods were his own abilities.

The so-called "not closed" means it wasn't open. He cheated by his own ability, so why can't it be counted?

Upon hearing Lu Kang's sudden and sincere praise, Joan of Arc, who had sat down again, couldn't help but straighten her back and reveal a hint of unease as her chest heaved. Whether it was the brief time they spent together half a year ago or their constant correspondence afterward, Lu Kang had always teased and criticized her more than anything else—like a strict older brother who constantly urged her to grow. She was really not used to this now.

A little shy,

Some even felt a genuine, heartfelt joy.

She instinctively replied, "It's all thanks to 'the Lord'..."

“This is your own achievement, and ‘the Lord’ can’t take it away,” Lu Kang interrupted.

"..."

As a believer, Joan of Arc should have been angry upon hearing these words, but she was not.

She simply raised her eyes, stared intently at the handsome young man before her, and nodded emphatically.

It's not about affirming 'God,' but about affirming oneself...

Talk about it.

Since I raised the banner of 'divine justice', I have rarely heard such words.

Even Gillespie... that loyal knight, would only flatter her and the 'master' she spoke of, and would never deny it.

At that moment, Joan of Arc suddenly understood why she had felt an instant connection with Lucan.

Because in his eyes.

You are who you are.

He was not the fraudster that everyone initially thought he was.

It is neither a messenger of God as we know it today, nor a 'gifted one' who relies on God to move forward.

In his eyes, she was simply a capable young woman who always kept her word...

It was always like this.

Even now.

"is it?"

Joan of Arc suddenly realized, and then understood.

Only in this way can we truly walk side by side and fight together.

"Yes."

Lu Kang responded affirmatively, and then suddenly reached out his hand to the girl in the general's seat: "So, considering your progress, I brought you a gift this time—after all, I taught you to read and write for so long, even if you didn't learn it, I'm still your teacher."

"Gift?"

The girl, wearing wristbands and black gloves, raised her hand in response. Lu Kang pulled Joan of Arc up from her seat and then slowly released her, turning and walking out of the tent.

A bewildered Joan of Arc followed closely behind.

The evening breeze brushed against my face as I passed through the tent curtains. The long night stretched on, and the towering walls of the Château d'Auxerre, which surrounded the French military camp and was in no way inferior to, and perhaps even surpassed, those of Orléans, cast huge shadows under the moonlight, as if they were right before my eyes.

There were rustling figures in the military camp. At Joan of Arc's command, the soldiers in the entire French camp began to break camp overnight.

However, none of the people Lu Kang brought were among these figures.

The 'Holy Sword Knight' who once roamed across the occupied French soil, galloping through the northern winds, chasing south and north, is nowhere to be seen.

them...

Boom!

Fireworks soared, like the sun's shadow blooming in the night.

A deafening sound suddenly erupted.

The earth-shattering sounds of battle echoed from the towering castle ahead.

The towering city wall collapsed with a crash.

The towering fortress, under the magical brilliance of the knights' sudden charge in the night, resembled a rotten block.

Jeanne was stunned.

The approaching firelight illuminated the girl's beautiful yet heroic face. What she saw when she looked up was the figure of a knight who had suddenly attacked in the night, the fortress that had been directly breached in the night, and three hundred paladins who had suddenly appeared in the night.

Their bodies shimmered with magic, as solid and heavy as rock.

Their bodies were imbued with magic, as if they had transformed into a moving palace, pressing straight down upon us.

"People call them paladins, the swords under my command that cut down the British army in the North."

At this moment, Lu Kang was facing the smoke of gunpowder, but he only smiled and spoke, glancing sideways at the girl beside him.

He said, “But they are not actually swords. I prefer to call them ‘temple knights’ rather than paladins—these three hundred men together form a complete temple.”

Just like the mystery formed by the complex and mysterious spells engraved on his body.

It's like the magic tricks he's performed countless times.

The only difference is that the 'temple' driven by three hundred people is not magic, but a miracle.

It stems from their loyalty and their faith.

“They, and the castle of Ausel that was breached tonight, are my gift to you, Joan of Arc—Jeanne d'Arc.”

The young man's clear words drifted in the evening breeze and amidst the smoke of gunpowder.

The loud roar also attracted many soldiers and even officers in the camp to stop and watch.

Some were terrified by the power displayed by the Templars.

Some people were thrilled by their strength, but also felt reassured that it wasn't easy.

Some laughed loudly, mounted their horses, and led their troops out of the camp to charge.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc's mind was buzzing, and she seemed to only hear Lucan's voice.

All I heard were his words.

as well as.

His gift.

You presented Joan of Arc with both the Templar Knights and the Castle of Ocel as a gift.

This is a gift you prepared long ago.

Undeniably, through six months of correspondence, you have gradually developed feelings for Joan of Arc—regardless of what those feelings are or what they are.

You just feel that you might be able to save her.

[Give this innocent, pure, and exceptionally talented girl, who is also strangely naive in some ways, a happy ending.]

[Do not change heaven and earth, but change yourself]

With the absolutely loyal Knights Templar, Joan of Arc would at least no longer face betrayal, nor would she be sold out and become a prisoner.

At the same time, as you know, although she decisively chose to withdraw her troops to reinforce other areas, if possible, she actually wanted to capture the fortress in front of her and make sure her previous efforts were not in vain.

Do you believe she will like this gift?

This gift was given in her name, not in the name of 'the Lord'.

You also believe that this will make you and the other person more closely connected.

Until we ascend to sainthood together.

...

Knights like those of the Temple broke through the fortress that had stood for ten years.

The miracles that should have originated from the gods have fallen upon mortals.

The Papacy in Rome should perhaps be furious about this.

—The Hundred Years' War Narrative Poem

Chapter Sixty-One: Saving the Crown Prince...and the Crown Princess?

The magnificent clock tower, suspended high above, emits a resounding sound that echoes throughout the city, reverberating through time and space into everyone's ears. Beneath the towering dome of the building, staircases ascend, leading countless pilgrims from the city gates towards the highest sanctuary.

The knights of the sanctuary, clad in armor, resembled gatekeepers of heaven, while the pilgrims walked solemnly, as if they were about to enter the kingdom.

This is the headquarters of all churches in the world, the place where faith in the Lord is established, and the holy city where God stayed on earth, located in Vatican City, Rome.

This place is inhabited by the highest-ranking person in the mortal world who possesses miracles, the spokesperson of God on earth.

In the vast continent of Europe, amidst mountains and seas, there may be those who do not believe in the church, but few dare to be disrespectful.

And this day.

This place on earth can be described as the most solemn and sacred place.

The interior of this sanctuary located at the highest point.

But it was disrupted by a flurry of hurried footsteps that lacked any sense of solemnity.

Before the gushing spring of holy water, a cardinal in a red robe glanced sideways, calmly observing the hurried figure approaching, and said:

“Bishop Agrilian, mind your manners. Your pace is enough to cause a disturbance during this Mass of Saints.”

His words, aged and muffled, echoed throughout the magnificent hall.

Facing the approaching figure, who seemed to miraculously gush forth from the ground, paused slightly and bowed his head, saying, "Excuse me, Your Excellency Archbishop Pedervin..."

What message have you brought?

The cardinal in red robes didn't take it to heart, nor did he seem to blame anyone; instead, he skillfully changed the subject.

In the old man's memory, Agrilian was born into the secular world but joined the church at a young age. Now, at only forty years old, he was already a responsible bishop in the church and a devout believer who had mastered many 'miraculous arts'—he should never have been so out of line at this time, when the Pope and several cardinals were praying and celebrating Mass.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Pedwin replied respectfully, "I bring news from within France."

“France…” Upon hearing this, Pedwin’s eyes narrowed slightly: “Oh, is that the secular country in the west that has started another war?”

"If I remember correctly, the branch church over there hasn't had any contact with us for many years, right?"

For over a thousand years since the coming of the Son of God, the Roman Catholic Church has maintained an absolute dominant position in guiding secular faith and bringing mysticism under the control of the 'present'.

However, their extremely high status granted them absolute judicial power over the secular world. They could rise above the secular world and view issues from the perspective of the entire world. Their actions inevitably touched upon the authority of the secular monarchs. Thus, more than a hundred years ago, Philip IV, the then most powerful King of France, colluded with many forces of magicians in the mystical world, gathered a secular army, and took advantage of the fact that the Roman Catholic Church had just finished its campaign against the 'Millennium City' which had gathered many True Ancestors and the newly born True Ancestor King 'Princess Moon', when its strength was at its weakest. They defeated the Vatican's guardians of miracles, kidnapped the Pope from Rome to "Avon" on the border between France and Italy, and under the coercion of the French, established a new papacy there, beginning a long life of dependence.

Nearly half a century later, after two generations of popes and the Papacy, they finally returned to their 'Promised Land,' the Vatican in Rome.

Since then, the Papacy has actively begun to build stronger ecclesiastical orders of knights that can play a powerful role in the secular world, rather than relying solely on the mystical side, whose power has been dwindling with the decline of the Great Source.

And it was after that that.