In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

[The girl beside you remained calm in the face of this. In fact, during this time of living and eating together, under your unintentional influence and guidance, Jeanne remained Jeanne, the saintly girl who fought her whole life to save the French people. But she also became someone willing to go beyond that, to become your 'comrade-in-arms' and your eternal 'shield'. She began to value the opinions of the most neglected common people more than she had ever thought of herself. She also sincerely felt that you were more suitable to be the 'Queen' than the Crown Princess.]

[Making the crown prince, who was disguised as a man, king would give Jeanne a strange sense of crisis.]

Although she didn't say it explicitly, you still noticed it.

Of course, what you know even better is that if France were still going through a difficult time, and the crisis was not over, then even if the crisis itself might be present, she would still let 'Charles' be king and use him as a hub to rally the people's hearts.

Fortunately, the crisis has already passed.

Fortunately, it's not necessary right now.

She's relieved—she doesn't need to sacrifice her personal feelings for the greater good—and you're speechless.

Therefore, you all remained calm in response to the archbishop's words.

You bid farewell to Archbishop Chartres in a peaceful manner.

He also left this ancient city peacefully.

Archbishop Chartres was surprised by your reaction, but also pleased, pleased that he hadn't chosen the wrong people.

In April of this year, spring departed and the height of summer arrived.

You continue leading your troops onward.

[Next stop, Paris—and Normandy, plus five major ports in northern France]

You will reclaim all of France in one fell swoop.

You must also drive all the Englishmen into the English Channel.

...

The beginning of a war is tantamount to its end.

At that time, England was in decline, with its military strength both at home and abroad depleted and morale low. England itself was embroiled in conflict due to the capture of prisoners by the regent, the Duke of Bedford, who was the only one who could keep the domestic political scene in check. Various factions emerged, and the young Henry VI was unable to balance the court.

At that time, the remaining ten thousand or so British soldiers were scattered in northern France. Thomas Montagu, the commander-in-chief and a famous general, was old and had already suffered a crushing defeat in the Battle of Orléans. Now he could only try his best to gather his troops and reduce losses—retreating slowly and sending the troops back to the country.

1432 years.

In May of that year, Paris was declared to have been recaptured by France under Joan of Arc's cannon fire.

In June of that year, the French army split into six routes, each heading towards one of the five major ports that had been occupied for many years, including Calais, Aix-en-Provence, and Le Havre.

Finally, Joan of Arc personally led three hundred Templar Knights to the location of Normandy Castle, the last remaining viable army in England.

At that time, although the war was not completely over, everyone in Europe who was paying attention to this war, from France in the east to Poland in the west, understood that this long war, which had lasted for more than eighty years and nearly a hundred years since 1350, was coming to an end.

It concludes with the victory of France, and the victory of Joan of Arc and Vic.

At that time, their names were sung by people both at home and abroad, on land and at sea.

They rose from humble beginnings.

It was forged in 'glory'.

—The Hundred Years' War between England and France

...

"The war is finally coming to an end."

Outside the successfully conquered city of Paris, facing the majestic Charles V Wall and the ever-flowing Seine River, a figure standing on the flat hills murmurs softly, his face seemingly calm yet filled with reminiscence.

This was a woman who looked to be around thirty years old. Her black hair was loose and her face was so fair that it was almost transparent. Her delicate features outlined a cold and aloof face, as if sculpted from ice and snow. She wore a long, black court dress that trailed on the ground, and the outer robe she wore also gave her a mysterious yet elegant feel.

Looking at the Parisian capital that seemed to be gradually returning to its former glory, she spoke with genuine reminiscence: "Niccolò Flamel once said that his future was limitless and that he would surely surpass himself—at that time, although I also thought he was young yet extraordinary, I never expected that he would grow up so quickly."

“That person is indeed extraordinary.” As the woman spoke, another figure behind her spoke up. This was a tall, thin man who was also young. He wore silver armor, had a thin face with sharp features, and his excessively pale complexion gave him a sickly kind of handsomeness.

He said, "Whether it was the initial Battle of Orleans or the subsequent Templar campaign, both were undoubtedly key to laying the foundation for this victory."

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Gil…” The woman in front of her glanced back slightly, hesitated, and finally shook her head: “Never mind, you haven’t been deep into the mystical side, you don’t understand what I’m trying to say—what it really means to personally defeat a Grand-rank Clock Tower Mage King recognized by the Mage Association in the entire mystical side.”

"This is something even Nicolas Flamel couldn't do."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Now he has gathered many magicians from all over France in Paris—his prestige now far surpasses that of Nicolas Flamel in his day, and many magicians will surely come."

"As the uncrowned king of France, I also want to see what he wants to do and to what extent he can achieve it."

Isabel de Rais, the sister of Gilles de Rais, who once acted alongside the young Lucan—the young Viktourvall—and a member of the Rais family who walked the mystical path, spoke thus.

obviously.

Today, Luca has gained immense fame not only on the world stage.

He also possessed immense prestige on the mystical side.

He is truly the uncrowned king of the French magic world.

Chapter 71 Actively Welcomes the Serpent of Akasha

Inside Paris, people came and went, and carriages bustled about. Although the northward army continued to advance in six directions, making the city almost a ghost town, the nobles who had fled south and the citizens who had left this ancient city, which had existed for over a thousand years, all returned from the south, no longer afraid of the English army's sweeping advance.

At this moment, everyone knew that the British were suffering defeat after defeat, and everyone understood that the French army, led by Joan of Arc and Vic, had completely crushed them.

Everyone understands this.

The "Victors," the "Miracle Division," who once swept across the North and defeated tens of thousands of British troops with three hundred cavalry, lived in this city.

That was a barrier far more solid than the walls of Charles V.

It is the sword of France, equal to Joan of Arc, and the shield of France.

With him here, there is perhaps no safer place in all of France than this.

Yes.

Lucan and Jeanne are once again temporarily separated.

Although you are separated, you are still fighting side by side—you have bound each other together with a vow of 'miracle,' regardless of space or distance.

That's why

Even though Jeanne longed to stand by your side forever, just as she had done every day and night they had shared, she was ultimately still the saintly patron who was willing to dedicate her strength to saving France. She was not blinded by emotion, but instead transformed her feelings into the strength to keep moving forward.

She made a promise to you, and she made a vow to you.

Since we are comrades-in-arms, we should naturally trust each other's abilities and believe in each other's existence.

At least, you will work together to end this long war.

After that, whether they become lovers or formally enter into a contract, it doesn't matter.

That all happened naturally.

[But the war Jeanne wanted to end was a secular one.]

What you need to solve is still an internal problem.

Lu Kang stood deep in the streets of Paris, looking up at the scene just as he had seen when he first arrived in Paris as a child. The old-fashioned shops remained unchanged, as if the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel was still there, the core of all magicians in the city and even the country, like a pillar supporting the sky.

But in fact, that old man had long since passed away, and his final journey in life was marked by a more profound death.

And the 'young child' whom they had high hopes for back then is standing right here.

Waiting to support a new 'sky'.

You pushed open the long-closed door, and inside, the magicians who had arrived from all over France were quietly waiting.

You soon saw them arrive as promised.

One after another they appeared.

【discuss】

[And they started arguing.]

...

"Lord Lautrec, if your arrival is merely to display your silver tongue, which far surpasses your magical abilities, in an attempt to obtain something that does not belong to you, then please return immediately!"

Deep inside the Nicolas Flamel general store, a young man spoke bluntly, facing the elderly gentleman who looked to be over fifty: "If you had even a shred of backbone, you should have fought back against the English swords back then, instead of groveling!"

The old gentleman, who had been speaking arrogantly, suddenly stopped talking, his gray beard trembling, as if he were about to explode with anger.

“Foolish, foolish!” He held the scepter inlaid with a ruby—which was actually used to store magic power—and looked at the young man, saying, “Leaving aside the strength of the English army back then, they had the power of the Clock Tower’s magic king, the Trumberio family, as their backing. If I hadn’t done that, how could you have reunited here after more than ten years?”

"Are you saying it's all your doing, Mr. Orton?" Before the young man could answer, another man stood up, exposing the hypocrisy in the old gentleman's words: "You actually dare to claim the mysterious and prestigious name of Victor Tuval?"

"Have you forgotten how self-righteous you were twenty years ago, right here, when facing Master Nicolas Flamel?"

The speaker was also an old man, who had clearly participated in the French Magic Conference initiated by Nicolas Flamel twenty years ago, also held here.

His name was Conson Morto.

He originated from the Morteau family on the banks of the Saône River in central France. They were local feudal nobles, and his family also held a place in Joan of Arc's army.

Looking at Orton Lautrec, who had aged considerably but was still trying to seize control of the meeting just like he had twenty years ago, he felt much more confident and dared to stand up and expose his hypocrisy.

"You...you..."

Orton Lautrec was so angry that he trembled and couldn't say a word.

But his 'defection' is indeed a fact.

Even if it was because his family's fiefdom was in northern France, even if he had faced the English military and magic at closer range than most magic families, even if for a selfish magician, protecting his own interests was always paramount—but those who haven't done it are nobler than those who have.

This applies to both the front and the inside.

People always need to occupy a certain moral high ground to point fingers at others; this is human nature, regardless of species or profession.

Orton Lautrec was thus discouraged, and his attempt to use the present as an opportunity to expand his family's influence was thwarted.

The discussion at the scene did not stop, but instead became even more intense.

Orton Lautrek isn't the only one looking to expand his influence.

All magicians and mystical families also hope to acquire more secular fiefdoms—to gain more control over the ley lines.

That represents more resources.

This means that we can cultivate more outstanding successors.

This also represents a more stable, mystical continuation of hereditary succession.

This meeting was held for this very purpose—although Viktorval never revealed his intentions, that's what they all believed.

This was a 'spoils-dividing meeting' after a victory in the war.

Of the dozens of representatives from French magic families who were involved, only a few did not participate in the discussion.

Isabelle de Ray remained a detached observer throughout. As one of the few people who had a basic understanding of Touvar, she did not consider it a so-called spoils-dividing party.

That person displayed qualities that were different from those of ordinary magicians, and even more so from those of ordinary magicians in the mystical world, from a very young age.

He wouldn't be that superficial.

He may also forge a future different from the one taken by France under Nicolas Flamel's oppressive rule.

That's what Isabel thinks.

That's how it was confirmed.

She genuinely looked forward to seeing that young boy from back then reach the pinnacle of success—even if she couldn't stand shoulder to shoulder with him, it would still be a joy.

But what neither she nor anyone else knew was that...

In fact, Lu Kang was present at that moment.

But he didn't utter a single word.

He observed the whole process.

He also got up and left in silence.

Silently, the heavy door left by the alchemist master was closed.

It's like being isolated from a world called 'mystery'.

...

[To temporarily isolate those lingering, active 'mysteries' remaining on the French soil]