Because she thought that she was guilty and deserved to be punished, there was no hatred.
Because she thought that she was guilty and her hands were stained with blood, she never thought that she could escape the sentence.
That was what Joan of Arc thought.
"This betrayal of my motherland is the punishment I deserve."
Since that was the case, where was the hatred?
Was that what Joan of Arc wanted to express?
And knowing Joan of Arc's thoughts, Rozen had only one thought.
"It's ridiculous."
Wasn't it?
It was obviously to save the country against the enemy, why should there be a crime?
It was obviously to save the country, why should I be punished?
The blood on your hands is the blood of the enemy.
The lives that fall under you are the enemies who originally intended to take your life.
Is it wrong to protect the country?
Is it wrong to end the war?
If it's not wrong, then where is the sin?
Isn't this ridiculous?
However, Rozen could only think about it in his heart and couldn't say it out loud.
Because Rozen knew that this was what a devout believer would think.
Joan of Arc was undoubtedly a devout believer.
Her faith allowed her to hear the voice of the Lord.
Her faith could even be turned into the highest level of magic resistance.
In Catholicism, however, there was a statement that killing was an unforgivable crime.
Because human life was created by the Lord, it was the possession of the Lord. Killing was a betrayal of the Lord, and even suicide should not be allowed. Only the Lord who created all things in the world could dominate life, and people had no right and no qualification to decide the death of others and themselves.
Even, in the Bible, it was recorded that human souls would be judged by the Lord after the end of the world. The good would enjoy eternal happiness, and the wicked would suffer eternal suffering. Taking life wantonly was equivalent to taking away the judgment of the Lord, which was an unforgivable crime.
Perhaps, because of this idea, Joan of Arc never thought that what she did was right.
Since she killed people, she should bear this crime.
That was the only thought in Joan of Arc's mind.
Thanks to this, Joan of Arc would not have any complaints about her fire, nor would she have any complaints about what happened to her. As the legend said, there was not a trace of filth until the end.
Because of this, Joan of Arc became a saint.
Because of this, Joan of Arc became the most famous saint in the world.
Now, Joan of Arc once again stood up for France, and there was no need to be confused.
If she didn't reach this level, she wouldn't be called the Saintess of Salvation.
What else could Rozen say?
"You're so silly …"
That was all Rozen could say.
After all …
"If it were me, I would never be able to do what you did …"
Rozen muttered in a low voice and couldn't help but recall.
He recalled the pure white room.
He recalled the pungent smell of medicine.
He recalled the cold instrument.
Recalling that unpleasant bed quilt.
Then, Rozen said this.
"My words will be hated …"
"I will hate the people and things that brought me all of this …"
Rozen said these words as if he was suppressing his emotions.
Jeanne turned her gaze to Rozen and smiled as if she had seen through everything.
"This is how humans should be."
Jeanne did not look down on Rozen. Instead, she agreed with him.
"There must be something wrong with my words. You are the most normal person."
With these words, Jeanne came in front of Rozen and half-squatted down.
Then, before Rozen could react, Jeanne stretched out her hand and held Rozen's hands, as if praying, wrapping Rozen's hands in the palm of her hand.
"You …"
Rozen was stunned.
Jeanne did not react at all. She just held Rozen's hand, looked straight into his eyes, and said such a sentence.
"I only hope that you can see yourself clearly and not be controlled by this emotion."
Jeanne slowly closed her eyes and said sincerely.
"May God bless you."
Jeanne prayed for Rozen.
Rozen could only stare at the girl in front of him, and he couldn't help but forget to restrain himself.
"Foo!"
Foo looked at this scene, rolled up its body, lay aside, and let its tail keep shaking.
Under the setting sun, the boy and the girl held hands, one was silent, the other was praying with all her heart, and there was also a small white beast beside them, forming a very beautiful scene.
Unbeknownst to him, in the shadows some distance away, two people were watching this scene.
Who else could it be besides Marie and Amadeus?
"Great!" Marie was extremely excited and said, "Hey, Amadeus, don't you think this scene is really great?"
"Although I don't want to admit that I have the same feeling as you, but this time I will be honest." Amadeus smiled helplessly and said, "The scene of an honest boy and a holy girl expressing their feelings to each other, ah, I always feel like giving them a serenade as background music."
"It's a pity that there is no love between the two." Marie corrected him and said, "It's not appropriate to use a song of love as background music."
"Is that so?" Amadeus said, "Since Marie, the Love Brain said so, then it must be so, right?"
"It's not the Love Brain!" Marie corrected again, "I just like love! Don't you think it's great!? Love! "
This is the Love Brain …
Amadeus could only hide this sentence in his heart.
If he said it out, there will be no end to it.
So, Amadeus changed the topic.
"I will also learn from the master once, let me ask you again, Marie." Amadeus looked at Marie and said, "Is it really okay for you to do this?"
Like Joan of Arc, Marie was also betrayed by France, so she went to the execution platform.
The naive and romantic queen shouldered responsibilities beyond her ability, wanted to work for the welfare of the people, but became a victim of the revolution against the monarchy, and was put to the execution platform by the people she wanted to save.
If this is not betrayal, what is betrayal?
But …
"Of course it's good!"
Marie answered without any doubt.
"Forget the smile, forget the love, then what should I do next?"
"Whether it's pain or hatred, it's not right to give up the smile, right?"
"Even if the final outcome is like that, I don't want to give up the smile, and I want everyone, all countries, and even the whole world to try to smile."
"This is the decision I made when I decided to survive as the White Lily of France?"
Listening to Marie's cheerful answer, Amadeus had only one feeling in his heart.
"Ah, so it's like this."
Amadeus knew that Marie was not without a trace of resentment towards France.
Therefore, the Queen had a longing for the Saintess who had a similar experience to herself, but could protect the people, and did not hate everything.
Amadeus still remembered how bright the light in Marie's eyes was when she met Joan of Arc yesterday.
It was precisely because of this that Amadeus decided.
"No matter how willful you are, let me accompany you this time."
This was the reason why Amadeus agreed to join Rozen's team.
The Saintess who was indifferent to betrayal.
The Queen who chose to tolerate the betrayal.
And the artist who let her beloved be betrayed but still let her go.
Even though the reasons were sad, these three people still joined Rozen's team.
For tomorrow.
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