In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

This is similar to what Lu Kang did during the Tsarist era: imprinting the foundation onto the world and operating it between heaven and earth.

The difference is that back then he was operating the foundation of magic.

Now, however, he is rooted in a tree called 'Miracle'!

It was the result of his ten years of travel and seclusion, a reversal ritual that turned miracles into magic!

This is a 'miracle' that originates from later generations and belongs exclusively to the mind.

It is a miracle that no one else has been able to achieve, whether in the past or the future, in any era!

It is a temple of miracles called the soul that can be infinitely woven and forged as long as there is a heart.

"Are you trying to monopolize the faith of all France—to split the church, establish a new religion, and become a new 'god'!?"

Luo Ya heard Lu Kang's voice, instantly recognized its source, and saw through the true nature behind his actions.

Although preventing the independence of the French Church was the very reason why the Roman Catholic Church killed Vic and Joan of Arc, and the reason why Rojas had to personally take action after several unsuccessful attempts to send agents to the French Church, it was also the reason why Rojas had to take action himself.

But to be honest, Roya doesn't think they have that ability.

At least before that, he didn't think so.

And now.

But Roya saw it.

Roya also understood why Lu Kang had 'imprisoned' all the magicians in France before facing him. He wasn't worried that they would stab him in the back; he was just worried that the mysticism they used would disrupt his 'miracle'!

"--'god'?"

"In a way, it really is 'God'."

But what you are trying to achieve is not the invisible 'God' who controls miracles and the soul, as believed in by the church.

Although still 'young,' not deeply rooted in the world, and not long-standing, you have long been the god of the soul.

What you are meant to become is a tangible, physical god.

Your words have fallen.

You have activated the sanctuary of your own 'miracle' etched between heaven and earth.

At this moment, your physical body has experienced a brief demise; in this era, only your 'soul' remains.

The soul needs something to exist.

You naturally have it too.

Your reliance is this temple called 'Miracle'.

Yes, the whole of France.

There was a buzz.

A faint, shimmering light flowed between heaven and earth, and the blood rain falling from the sky completely merged into the earth, as if it had never existed. But Roja knew that the blood that truly belonged to Luca had seeped into every inch of the French soil.

They are based on the heart, gathering every inch of mystery on this land.

They operate with the human heart as their foundation, harnessing every bit of magic between the lands.

Operation, assembly, simulation, and re-shaping.

It was formed immediately.

Since it is...

"A complete pseudo-prokaryote, a complete divine environment."

In that instant, the 'soil' where countless spiritual miracles took root, and the countless commoners who had suffered again due to the resurgence of the noble rebellion, received feedback. They felt the environment suddenly become clear, their own pain disappeared, their injuries recovered, and their physical strength and physique were better than before.

In that instant, an invisible, extremely concentrated magical force burst forth from the soil.

That was a simulated primordial barrier that Lu Kang could not fully construct within his body on his own.

Even with the help of individual ley line magic and the condensation of a great source, one can only achieve a seemingly high-level magic trick.

And at this moment, through the power of a miracle, it covered the entire French land, and it did just that.

Although it was only for a moment, a fleeting instant.

An opportunity that happened in an instant.

But what condensed from the soil was undoubtedly the highest level of mystery that could only be revealed in the Age of Gods—the highest level of magic called 'True Aether'.

It operates completely between heaven and earth.

It's also like something that runs perfectly within Lukang's own body.

Therefore, at this moment he is relying on the whole of France.

Therefore, at this moment, he is France itself.

He has forged a true divine body through France.

Next, all we have to do is wait for a real miracle, the so-called 'resurrection'.

And you were already prepared for this.

[The girl you're bound to—]

[On Jeanne Dalque]

[As long as she can turn the tide, as long as she can stand firm, as long as she can once again bring miracles to the land of France]

And you believe she can do it.

Do you believe her?

Just as she believes in you.

...

The Iris banners, surrounded by three hundred Knights Templar, caught sight of the high walls of Normandy Castle, a structure that had been repeatedly repaired and maintained by the English over the past decade since the start of this war.

Soldiers patrolled the walls, and cannons were raised high.

The flags stood tall and dense, like a forest.

In the past, when faced with such high walls, the girl would maintain her usual aggressive tactics, but would mainly rely on artillery to attack the city. This time, however, she only had three hundred Templar Knights by her side, without any artillery. Although these three hundred knights had once conquered the formidable Castle of Osel, Normandy Castle was far superior to Osel and far more fortified than the latter.

But even so.

Jeanne still showed no intention of backing down.

Even if they do not receive further revelation from the Lord.

But since we're already here...

She will also do everything she is supposed to do.

The girl took a deep breath and raised the flag high in her hand.

She looked up at the French sky, where the blood rain had stopped, her eyes sparkling and bright.

She will win.

But this time it wasn't because of the glory of the 'Lord'.

But because.

"Vic Towar (the victor) is with us!"

Boom!

The cavalry reunite, the temple intertwines.

A deafening roar and vibration.

Looking up from the high wall, a middle-aged officer saw the iris flag that cast a shadow over the British troops and immediately became excited.

If Joan of Arc could be captured alive... what a great achievement that would be for him!

"Quickly, blast that woman down with cannons!"

He spoke excitedly.

Before the order was fully implemented, a loud boom was heard—a spectacular display of fireworks burst forth beside the high wall, crashing down in front of the officer, leaving his head spinning and incredulous.

Artillery attack – Joan of Arc's army had already been dismantled by the English from the rear, leaving her with only three hundred cavalrymen. Where would she get artillery?

"Sir, look over there...over there!"

It wasn't until a servant beside the officer trembled and raised his hand that the officer looked up and finally saw clearly.

After Joan of Arc's three hundred Templar Knights.

More French troops arrived in a thunderous roar.

More cavalry, infantry, archers, and artillery arrived one after another!

Those fluttering flags belong to the departing army.

Those swaying armors belonged to Joan of Arc's original troops!

They left and then returned.

them...

"Indeed, it's only truly satisfying to charge into battle alongside Lady Jeanne and Lady Vic's armies!"

A young officer from a prominent noble family burst into laughter.

Another newly appointed lord, who was of commoner origin but was promoted to a noble title by Joan of Arc, also said: "Only Joan of Arc and Vittorvald can lead us to victory!"

Although they had left earlier,

But in the end, he still came back.

For the saint who led them to glory.

To the victors of the miracle battle.

And for themselves as well.

For 'France'!

"Stop talking nonsense and get on my way!"

Gilles de la Fenrir rode forward on horseback, clearly having come from Paris.

Joan of Arc heard the voice, but still did not turn her head.

At this moment.

She also seemed to have received another 'revelation'.

Disconnected and then reconnected.

As always.

She said, "Vic Towar, above!"

"Victory belongs to the people of France!"

From beginning to end, she was not fighting alone.

Never!

...

They went and returned, they went and came back.

A rebellion instigated by foreign powers in collusion with the internal elite class, which everyone thought would drag on for a long time and cause great turmoil, came to an end very quickly.

The miracle has returned.

The army returned to Joan of Arc's side.

As for those nobles who betrayed them.

They were all pierced through by the spears of the inexplicably roused civilians.

—The Hundred Years' War, Epilogue

...

Yes.