In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

The church and magicians are becoming increasingly irreconcilable.

The relationship between France and the Papacy plummeted to a freezing point. The numerous churches within France that were nominally under the Papacy's jurisdiction were divided into several factions, but they rarely made contact with the Papacy.

Even though the Vatican intends to reclaim ownership of the faith in that land, it has been recuperating and rebuilding for years, and only recently has it finally regained some strength...

And now.

Did the churches within France proactively send out information after learning in advance of the Vatican's potential actions?

If that's the case, then it would probably require a holy war—which would require consulting several cardinals and archbishops, or even the Pope!

Archbishop Pedervin thought so.

Yaglian shook his head again.

"The message wasn't sent by the French Church, but by agents who infiltrated France... saying that the power of 'miracles' has been discovered within France."

"'Miracle'?"

Pederman's previously cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, and his raised hands paused slightly. The spring water that had been gushing from the ground before him vanished without a trace: "Without the permission of 'the Lord,' without the permission of His Holiness the Pope and several Archbishops—how could the church over there wield the power of 'miracles'?"

Miracles are different from mysteries. Looking across the entire world, there is only one 'foundation' and there is absolutely no second one—at least in this stage before Protestantism was established and Eastern Orthodoxy had not yet appeared, this is indeed the case—even the latter two were successfully established with the permission of the Papacy in order to cope with the ever-changing environment of the Great Source.

Just when Pedwin thought that the French Church had betrayed the faith of the Lord and turned to the embrace of evil... Bishop Agrilian denied his suspicions for the third time.

“It’s not the church either,” he said.

“Bishop Agrilian, please finish what you have to say.” Pederman finally couldn’t help but speak up: “I don’t want you to guess what I’m saying every time. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaglian finally said, “It was actually a country girl in France who claimed to have received the grace of ‘the Lord,’ and another young man who was also from the countryside.”

"Her names are 'Jeanne Dalque' and 'Vic Touval'."

—That is, the 'girl' and the 'victor'.

Pederman's eyes were deep and thoughtful, as if he had thought of many things in an instant.

"In the name of receiving the Lord's grace—perhaps this is a scheme orchestrated by the Church in France to completely break free from our jurisdiction, who knows!"

He stroked his beard and made his final judgment: "Have the agents keep a close eye on things, and if necessary, strike them down."

"Yes!"

...

Within France.

Time flows on, and autumn arrives once again.

At this point, a full year had passed since Joan of Arc visited you and invited you out of the countryside.

[In this year, the war has undergone earth-shattering changes because of you.]

This year, you witnessed the girl's transformation.

This year, you laid the foundation for your magic skills and deduced the magic theory of 'Simulated Origin'.

It was also late autumn of that year.

After capturing the Castle of Orléans and eliminating the last English threat to central France, you led your army back to its aid.

They crossed the Loire River on the seventh day.

[A month later, they arrived at the castle in the Chinon region where Crown Prince Charles was located.]

[While your troops arrived, the British army withdrew ten miles.]

[Thus, you successfully entered the Crown Prince's castle.]

[I met this last and only heir to the crown of the French Kingdom.]

Prince Charlie

Or perhaps it should be called...

Princess Wang?

"It's been a long time, Professor Vic Towar."

The young woman sitting on the throne smiled and waved to the handsome young man beside Joan of Arc.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Joan of Arc's Jealousy, and the English Regent's Open Pocket

Deep within the majestic fortress situated on the vast plains of the Shinon region, the lit lamps cast a bright glow, illuminating a scene of serene elegance. A bright red carpet stretched out, sculpting the nobility of royalty. At the far end, a young woman, seated on a throne, slowly rose, her long dress trailing behind her. As she spoke with familiarity, a radiant smile graced her face.

Joan of Arc, gazing at the young girl's figure, couldn't help but pause slightly, subconsciously thinking that she was seeing things, or that the person in front of her was not the well-known French prince Charles.

But looking at the way this guy was staring at him...

Lu Kang, however, did not seem surprised.

Charles VII de Valois, the sole heir to the throne of the Kingdom of France, was an uncrowned crown prince—and was originally a young girl.

This was something he had known for a long time, when he was invited to the palace to write books and give lectures at the age of fourteen.

At that time, the "Crown Princess" had only recently been established as the Crown Princess. She had fled due to the fall of Paris and established a temporary court in the Bourges region. Everything was in ruins and she was inviting well-known scholars from the public to fully reorganize the court. At that time, Lu Kang was also surprised by the Crown Princess's true gender. Even though she usually dressed as a man to avoid being recognized, she still could not escape Lu Kang's eyes.

However, after the initial surprise, upon closer reflection, it's not entirely surprising. Regardless of the fact that this is a world named after the 'moon', where endless parallel universes exist, there are bound to be things that differ from the history he knows.

One can get a glimpse of this simply by looking at Charles VII's identity.

As a member of the French royal family, Charles VII was not the youngest son. Even after all his brothers and sisters died unexpectedly, Charles VI did not establish him as his heir. Instead, he waited until England resumed hostilities and appointed Charles VII as a captain of the court under pressure. In the second year of the war, Charles VII replaced Charles VII in guarding Paris and officially granted him the title of 'Duke'.

Given the already critical situation, the position of heir is still being delayed again and again, which can be reasonably explained by the fact that she is a woman.

If it weren't for the imminent resumption of hostilities by England and the need for a more stable foundation within France, Lucan had no doubt that Charles VII would never have had a chance to ascend to the throne.

Even though there is no shortage of women who rule kingdoms on the continent of Europe, in times of war and turmoil, a man is always more likely to gain the respect of the people than a woman.

The fact that the Queen Dowager that Lu Kang saw was dressed in men's clothing and disguised as a man was undoubtedly for this purpose.

He once lectured to them.

They truly deserve the title of 'teacher'.

At this moment, looking at the noble 'princess' in front of him, dressed in a long gown and with an elegant demeanor, Lu Kang naturally could not be intimidated in the slightest. He simply bowed slightly and calmly said, "Greetings, Your Highness Charlie."

"uh-huh?"

The girl standing before the throne glanced at her eyes, her smile unchanged as she stood on the steps: "Has the teacher forgotten that I told you not to address me like that?"

“You should call me by my real name, Charlotte de France—”

"So Your Highness still remembers what we talked about."

Lu Kang suddenly stood up straight: "It seems your memory hasn't deteriorated to the level of a pig—then Your Highness should also remember what I told you: France is currently beset by internal and external troubles, and you should be vigilant at all times—"

"You're dressed like this, which doesn't look like a vigilant person at all. If either of us, Jeanne d'Arc, had any ill intentions, you wouldn't be able to escape this palace dressed like that!"

His words suddenly turned stern.

The shadow of her childhood caused Wang Tai Nu, who had been smiling just a moment ago, to suddenly stiffen and quickly lower her head to explain, "I haven't seen you for a long time... I wanted to show you how much I've grown, teacher."

"Over the years, you're the only one who's seen through my disguise!"

The Crown Princess spoke earnestly and offered sound reasoning, but her imposing manner was far inferior to that of Lu Kang.

Lu Kang glanced at her, his gaze sweeping over her exquisite figure encased in the long dress. He had to admit that the princess had indeed grown a lot since then; the figure she had concealed under her men's clothing back then was nowhere near as graceful as she was now.

He couldn't help but nod slightly.

"I have indeed witnessed your growth—"

Lu Kang agreed.

“Hehe, I knew the teacher would agree with me…” Charlie—or rather, Charlotte—smiled again.

Lu Kang continued, "If what you mean by growth is that while you're fighting on the front lines, you're just swaggering around in the plains of Xinong, which aren't surrounded by many cities, waiting to be surrounded by the enemy and forcing the front-line troops to come back to rescue you!"

"..."

Charlotte's face fell instantly.

"Of course, it's not entirely without merit," Lu Kang said leisurely. "At least, your judgment is indeed unique—"

This refers to her trust and complete entrustment of the girl who was standing beside Lu Kang at this moment, a girl from the countryside with no reputation or background.

"As for now, Your Highness, please go back and change into your men's clothing again before convening the Kingdom's Royal Council meeting."

"We need to focus our discussion on how to deal with the current situation."

Princess Wang was overjoyed and returned to the palace courtyard to change her clothes.

Only then did Lu Kang breathe a sigh of relief.

I feel inexplicably tired.

obviously.

He was manipulating the Crown Princess, whom he hadn't seen in a long time... to confirm whether he still held the same place in her heart as he did in his childhood, and to rebuild her 'impression' of him from that time.

Although Charles VII in history already trusted Joan of Arc very much.

But what Lu Kang wanted was clearly more than just a little bit of trust.

This is exactly what is meant by pretending to be a ghost or a deity.

At this moment, Joan of Arc seemed to have just come to her senses. She glanced at Lu Kang beside her with her pretty face and pursed her lips.

A single sentence made her both happy and sad, sad and happy again—the scene that had just happened was completely vivid in Joan of Arc's mind, who had remained silent the whole time, and it made her even more surprised after she came back to her senses about the truth of the princess's true gender.

But she should have been happy.

Prince Charles, who was pleased to have complete trust in him, had a close relationship with his 'comrade-in-arms' and even his best friend, Victoire.

I am pleased that their next actions will undoubtedly receive support.

But inexplicable.

Joan of Arc had mixed feelings, but she did not feel overjoyed.

Instead, he sounded rather downcast.

Feeling...unhappy?

She also inexplicably recalled the gift Lu Kang had given her before, the night view of the city collapsing like fireworks.

My feelings back then were completely different from now.

What happened to me back then, and to me now?

Joan of Arc, who had fought on the battlefield but was inexperienced in human affairs, did not understand.

She also suddenly felt an unparalleled, unprecedented desire to express something.

...

You could see the sadness on Joan of Arc's face.

[You had already noticed the change in her mood—in fact, after the night the castle of Osel was breached, on the march back to reinforce Shinon Castle, you often noticed the girl staring blankly at you—]

[He would daydream while marching, while speaking, and even while reading and recognizing characters.]

You think to yourself that perhaps your 'gift' that night went a bit too far.

But if given the chance again, you would still do it to achieve your goal.

Do you know about Joan of Arc's emotional changes?

However, they didn't stop it; they simply let things take their course.

[Neither explicitly stating nor rejecting]

This is something everyone should experience in life—whether it's you or her.

Of course, you also understand that Joan of Arc will always be Joan of Arc, the saint who saved France and whose name is etched in history and religion. She was exceptionally gifted and would never succumb to fleeting, changing emotions.

As expected, when 'Crown Prince' Charlie, dressed in men's clothing and looking dashing with no trace of his previous delicate demeanor, returned to the palace, she had already returned to her natural self.

[When the court meeting began and the ministers gathered in Shinon Castle, she was able to speak eloquently in front of everyone, proposing her own strategies and tactics.]

You remained an observer throughout.

The Crown Prince expresses his unwavering support for you.

[And Joan of Arc was granted the higher rank of Grand Marshal of the French Army, and the one who had reconquered all of France. She possessed not only the power to command the entire army at the front lines, but also the power to promote or strip the prince of his titles—she was the Dauphin's 'hand' in the war.]