Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 22: The Girl Called a Saint (3)
The bow can't beat the gun.
Speed, range, destructive power, rate of fire. In every way, the gun overpowers the bow.
Above all... ... .
Tiring!
[The energy of the battlefield is detected.]
[Napoleon's rifle unlocks its special ability.]
[Grapeshot General Napoleon]
[Accuracy: 60% increase]
I had a one-of-a-kind relic in my hands.
Taaang─!
Napoleon's rifle, with its accuracy increased by 60%, shoots down the arrow aimed at Joan of Arc.
The surprised archer quickly loaded the bow with an arrow, but... ...
Taaang─!
The archer's forehead was pierced by the bullet that flew in and he fell down the castle wall.
In the time it took to pull back the bow, which boasted a 70kg tensile strength, he could have fired ten rounds of Napoleon's rifle.
Taaang─! Taaang─! Taang─!
I eliminated all the archers who could be a threat to Joan of Arc.
Of course, arrows were not the only thing targeting Joan of Arc.
“There’s the saint over there!”
“Catch the saint!”
Realizing that they had no chance of winning unless they killed Joan of Arc, the English army abandoned even the walls and attacked Joan of Arc.
However, this was not something I had to worry about.
Joan of Arc had excellent knights protecting her.
“Sir Gilles Dre.”
“Don’t worry.”
A pale-complexioned knight stepped forward.
Gilles Dre.
Joan of Arc’s closest knight, and a symbol of misfortune who fell into black magic due to the mental shock caused by her being burned at the stake as a witch.
However, the current Gilles Dre was a more excellent knight than anyone else.
In addition, there were the Duke of Alençon, Jean de Dunois, La Hire, etc... ... .
The heroes of the Hundred Years' War were by Joan of Arc's side.
They formed a solid iron wall, blocking the incoming English army.
The secret to Joan of Arc's survival was her excellence, but it was possible because of the devotion of great knights like me.
That's how,
"The gates of Tourelle are open!"
"Advance!"
Joan of Arc overcame her first death.
After overcoming her first death, Joan of Arc was exposed to many threats.
Arrows flew, assassins visited, poison was delivered, etc.
The girl's path was strangely full of threats.
However, none of them drove her to death.
It wasn't a miracle of a saint.
"Jeanne, you must wear your helmet today."
"I understand."
The one who knew the future was by his side.
Kaaaang─!
The rock from the catapult aimed for the girl’s head bounced off Yi Sun-sin’s helmet.
Taaaaang─!
The arrow aimed for her knee was canceled out by the bullet.
Pfft─!
The saint’s flag struck the head of the soldier who was trying to push her off the wall.
Death.
Death.
A total of three deaths recorded in history passed. The girl overcame all of them.
Not by a ‘miracle’, but by the girl’s own strength and my help.
And now, the final death awaited the girl.
The death that would complete the saint’s epic.
It was ‘burning at the stake.’
At sunset, countless wounded knights and soldiers lay on the banks of the Loire River.
They were prisoners of war from England and Burgundy who had been captured by France.
Chiik!
“Keu-euk, thank you, saint.”
Joan of Arc treated soldiers who were injured and wounded in the war.
Among the people the girl treated were both friendly soldiers and captured English prisoners.
The girl cared for the wounded without distinguishing between friend and foe.
From the early morning when the sun rose until the evening when the riverbank turned red.
She cared for the wounded without rest, with blood on her hands and clothes.
Chi-ik!
“Keu-euk, thank you.”
The English prisoner of war expressed his gratitude as she poured holy water on his knee that had not stopped bleeding.
A red hue lingered on the pale face of the man who had ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) been staring death in the distance.
The girl had saved over two hundred people by treating them since morning.
“Stop it, Jeanne.”
Someone approached Joan of Arc as she was treating the man.
A middle-aged man with a kind face. It was the Bishop of Cambrai. He smiled kindly and raised his hand.
Then the knight who came with the bishop stabbed the man Joan of Arc in the chest with a spear.
Phew!
The man died in vain.
Joan of Arc’s eyes wavered.
“Why......”
“I didn’t receive the prisoner’s restitution.”
The Bishop of Cambrai consoled Joan of Arc with a sad face.
“It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do, Jeanne. Since I didn’t receive the restitution, I have no choice but to grant you a merciful death.”
“.......”
“He must have gone to the Lord in peace.”
The Bishop of Cambrai’s words sounded cruel, but they weren’t wrong.
It hasn’t even been 100 years since people began to think that ‘killing prisoners is a cruel act.’
The Geneva Convention, which requires prisoners to be treated humanely, was first introduced in 1864, and the convention containing the concept of human rights was born only in 1949, after the end of World War II.
Until then, the concept that prisoners belonged to the victors and that no matter how they were treated, the victors were in charge was widespread.
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Of course, even considering this, the decision of the Bishop of Cambrai could not be seen as anything other than cruel... ... .
“You must send the prisoners as mercifully as possible so that they do not suffer.”
“Understood, Bishop.”
The Bishop of Cambrai packaged the legitimacy of the massacre as ‘mercy.’
That day, the banks of the Loire River were dyed red with thousands of corpses.
It was the moment when rumors spread that Joan of Arc was a ‘witch.’
“You don’t have to worry about the rumors, Jeanne.”
I comforted Joan of Arc while changing the bandages on her stigmata.
Thanks to her efforts, the French army achieved the feat of recapturing Paris, but rumors began to spread that Joan of Arc was a ‘witch.’
The massacre that occurred along the Loire River spread to both France and England.
The rumor that began as ‘the French army killed the prisoners’ was expanded and exaggerated to ‘the saint massacred the prisoners.’
Despite Joan of Arc’s tireless treatment of the prisoners, the truth was obscured by rumors.
It is said that even among the French citizens, there were those who feared Joan of Arc as a witch.
Of course, it was a rumor that did not need to be taken seriously.
The number of people who thought she was a witch was less than a handful.
“Everyone knows that Jeanne is not a witch.”
It was just a malicious rumor intentionally spread in England, Joan of Arc was still a saint
I bandaged Joan of Arc’s back and stroked her bright blonde hair.
“Have a nice coronation, Jeanne.”
“Seojun, aren’t you coming with me?”
“No, I’m not from here.”
Charles VII, the crown prince of France, officially declared himself king.
The coronation was scheduled to take place in Paris, and Joan of Arc was to receive her title of nobility there.
“It’ll be okay if you come with me.”
“Thank you for your kind words, but I’ll wait here.”
I left Joan of Arc with Gilles Dre, who was waiting outside the door.
“Madam Gilles Dre, please take good care of the saint.”
In the end, Joan of Arc left the store with a sad expression.
I smiled bitterly, but there was nothing I could do.
I wasn’t the kind of person who would stay here forever.
I had to leave someday, so I had to keep as much distance as possible from Joan of Arc.
If you have a close relationship, it’s hard to leave.
So Joan of Arc left for Paris to attend the coronation.
And, she didn’t come back.
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Joan of Arc, who had been to the coronation, didn’t come back even after several days.
In the meantime, Charles VII declared himself king, and the English army withdrew from Paris.
“A little late.”
One day, I was wondering why Joan of Arc was returning later than scheduled.
Kwaang─!
The door to the castle I was assigned to burst open and someone rushed in.
It was Gildre, the knight who had left for Paris with Joan of Arc.
However, Gildre’s expression was filled with anger.
I got up from my seat, sensing that something was wrong.
“What is it, Sir Gildre?”
“The saint..., Jeanne has been captured by the English!”
“Yes? What do you mean?”
I asked back, surprised by the unexpected words.
Joan of Arc should not have been captured by England yet.
It was still a long time before Charles VII, who became King of France, betrayed Joan of Arc.
“The Bishop of Cambrai, he handed Joan over to the Church of England!”
I could see the context from Gildre’s words, which were full of anger.
There was a rumor that Joan of Arc was a ‘witch’, and the Bishop of Cambrai was using this to try to put Joan of Arc on trial for heresy.
‘Are you trying to end the war?’
The Hundred Years’ War came to an end with the noble sacrifice of the saint Joan of Arc. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
The King of France, who was burdened by Joan of Arc’s growing fame day by day, and England, who was afraid of Joan of Arc, reached an agreement.
─ Burning at the stake.
History was repeating itself, with only a twist in the process.
I got on my horse and headed straight for Paris, where Joan of Arc’s heresy trial was to take place.
Joan of Arc’s burning at the stake was a historical event that had to happen, but I didn’t know it would turn out like this.
I didn’t like the current situation, which was happening according to the Bishop of Cambrai’s intentions.
To put it bluntly, it was a bitch.
Hypocritical I was just standing back with a kind smile on my face, and it was heartbreaking to see the person who always sacrificed Jeanne torment her until the end.
Even if that were history.
However, I could not enter the Paris parish where the heresy trial was being held.
“I’m sorry, but you cannot enter.”
“Why?”
Even when I asked why, the paladin guarding the parish did not give way.
“The parish priest said not to let those who were with Joan of Arc in because there was a risk of escape.”
Since I was restricted from entering from the entrance, I hesitated for a moment whether I should knock down the paladin and go in.
The moment I was about to put my worries into practice, a familiar face approached me from inside the parish.
A priest with a kind face and a gentle smile on his lips.
“What’s going on?”
It was the Bishop of Cambrai.
After hearing the story from the knight, the Bishop of Cambrai said to me.
“Please come in.”
As if he was showing mercy.
“I will show you to Jeanne.”
The Bishop of Cambrai took me for a walk through the cloisters of the diocese.
We arrived at a huge chapel where mass was being held.
“This is not a courtroom, is it?”
“If you wait here, you will be able to see Jeanne.”
“Your Excellency.”
“Go ahead, brother.”
“Why did you hand Jeanne over to the church?”
I asked the Bishop of Cambrai, who had a kind smile on his face.
“You know better than anyone that Jeanne is not a witch.”
The Loire River Massacre was caused by the Bishop of Cambrai, not Joan of Arc.
Joan of Arc even treated the prisoners.
However, the reason Joan of Arc was tried for heresy was because of the rumor that she was a ‘witch’ that spread due to the massacre of prisoners.
“To end the long war that has lasted for a hundred years.”
“.......”
“In the past hundred years, too many people have died and been injured.”
The Bishop of Cambrai spoke his honest feelings with a sad face.
“Jeanne’s sacrifice is very heartbreaking, but if one person’s noble sacrifice can save many people, I will gladly do so.”
“.......”
“Even if I have to go to hell.”
That was the true appearance of a saint who would go to hell of his own accord.
I stared at his face filled with conviction and asked.
“Bishop.”
“Speak.”
“Which number?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jeanne, which number is the saint?”
“.......”
“Tell me, you piece of trash. How many people have you killed?”
The Bishop of Cambrai’s face lost its expression.
