Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 23: The Girl Called a Saint (4)
There were many things that were not clear about Joan of Arc.
Why did the French leadership entrust the young girl with command of the army just because she heard the voice of God?
Why didn’t Joan of Arc, who was said to be a warrior of God, miraculously overcome death?
Why did Joan of Arc always face unknown dangers?
Why did Joan of Arc’s flag, called the ‘flag of the saints’, appear as [flag of the saints] in the status window?
All of these questions could be solved by substituting one hypothesis.
That is, there was more than one saint.
Joan of Arc did not overcome death, but was replaced every time she died, and people called it a ‘miracle’ when they saw it.
The ‘flag of the saints’ referred to the girls who had died before.
Joan of Arc was a saint artificially created by France to win the war.
That was why France tried to ‘abolish’ Joan of Arc when they occupied Paris.
To completely hide the truth of the Saint Project from history.
Saints were not created, but remained as noble sacrificial lambs to continue to illuminate France in the future.
That was my conclusion, and the true face of the saint of the Hundred Years’ War, the mysterious girl Joan of Arc.
Judging from the hardened expression of the Bishop of Cambrai, my conclusion seemed to be true.
“How did you come to that?”
“I knew it when I saw what you were doing.”
“.......”
“It was obvious that you were always trying to drive Jeanne to her death.”
Countless saints died for ‘miracles.’
If left alone, Joan of Arc would have become a sacrificial lamb to realize miracles.
The Bishop of Cambrai did not try to hide it.
“Amazing, brother, you are right. The saint was created in France. To be exact, I created it.”
“Would the Lord you believe in be happy if we gathered innocent girls and killed them?”
“Because France needs a saint.”
He made excuses.
“It was something I had to do to save many people.”
He tried to justify his sin.
“Jeanne’s death is also necessary for France.”
And he sublimated it into a belief.
“I will take all the sins on my shoulders.”
“.......”
As I looked at the face of the Bishop of Cambrai, full of good intentions, I suddenly realized something.
“I understand now.”
“Do you understand?”
“No, I understand why the status window told me to protect Jeanne.”
“......?”
“It was because of you.”
The status window gave me the quest to protect Joan of Arc.
It must have been because the previous saint died early for some unknown reason and Joan of Arc’s turn came earlier than scheduled.
The girl had to die at the stake.
And the reason the previous saint died early was probably that bastard Bishop Cambrai.
Looking at that disgusting face stained with belief, it didn’t matter how many saints he killed.
Of course, I had no reason to get involved.
Whether he was a true good man who cared for people or a devil who brutally murdered innocent girls, that was ‘history.’
It was Joan of Arc’s predetermined fate to be burned at the stake.
Just as Napoleon’s siege of Toulon was successful and Yi Sun-sin’s Myeongnyang Battle was decorated with victory.
The girl’s cremation was also going to pass like that.
“.......”
Should I really just watch?
Jeanne’s face, as she left the store with a sad expression, loomed.
Beyond that, the text on the status screen was reflected.
[Protect the girl who became a victim of the Hundred Years’ War.]
Those words probably meant to protect the girl until the cremation ceremony.
After the cremation ceremony, receive the reward as before and open your eyes at the store.
“.......”
Suddenly, this thought occurred to me.
‘Is it really necessary to protect her?’
The text of the quest only said ‘Protect the girl’, and there was no time limit for ‘Protect her until when’.
It was not hard to figure out that it was until the cremation ceremony, but there was no rule that said not to misinterpret it.
The text was meant to be interpreted in different ways.
‘What’s the point of misinterpreting something like that?’
I just protect her because she told me to.
Taang─!
“Brother, what are you doing......?!”
The Bishop of Cambrai glared at what I was doing.
On the wall of the chapel, a huge statue of Jesus crucified hung.
Napoleon’s rifle was aimed at that Jesus.
To be exact, it was the ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) ‘fake stigmata iron’ and the ‘flag of the saints’ hanging on each hand of the nailed Jesus.
Kuung─!
The stigmata iron hanging on Jesus’ left hand was hit by a bullet and fell off.
Taang─!
Then, the flag of the saints hanging on his right hand fell off.
“Stop it!”
As I walked towards the fallen relics, the Bishop of Cambrai shouted.
The courtroom where the heresy trial was held.
Seventy inquisitors wearing pure white robes filled the courtroom and sat around it.
They were all inquisitors belonging to the Church of England.
At the center of the court was Joan of Arc.
The girl who had been imprisoned for over a week had a pale complexion.
There was no one around the girl.
It was a rule for a heresy trial to have a lawyer to defend the criminal being interrogated, but the girl did not have a single lawyer.
On the other hand, the 70 interrogators who interrogated her were all professional theologians.
The heresy interrogation team consisting of 70 elite theologians was formed in order to drive an ordinary country girl who could not even read into heresy.
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“I will ask the sinner Joan of Arc.”
Bishop Cauchon, the judge and theologian, opened his mouth.
“If you are not a heretic, recite the Lord’s Prayer here and prove that you are a believer.”
Joan of Arc raised her head that had been bowed down.
The girl’s complexion was pale, but her eyes were clearer than ever.
“Are you a devout believer, Bishop?”
“Yes. I am a devout believer in the Lord.”
“Then prove to the Bishop that you are a devout believer enough to hear me recite my prayer by ‘confessing your faith.’”
If you were a devout believer, he said, you should first recite the prayer.
However, the Lord’s Prayer was written in ‘Latin,’ so even professional theologians rarely memorized it.
Naturally, Bishop Cauchon could not recite the Lord’s Prayer.
It was a question posed with the thought, ‘If I can’t do it, why would you?’
“I will call other clergy and have them recite it.”
“The bishop who asked me the question should do it himself.”
“......I will pass.”
Bishop Cauchon asked.
“I will ask the sinner.”
“Speak.”
“Do you think you have received God’s grace?”
Bishop Cauchon tried to frame Joan of Arc for trying to interfere with God’s will if she answered “yes” or “no.”
No matter how she answered, it was a question that could only lead to her being accused of heresy.
And.
“If I have not received His grace, may He grant it to me; if I have received it, may He continue to grant it to me.”
Joan of Arc embarrassed Bishop Cauchon with her answer that was neither positive nor negative.
“......I will pass.”
The Q&A between Joan of Arc and Bishop Cauchon continued like this.
Whenever Bishop Cauchon threw a clever trap, Joan of Arc cleverly escaped it.
In the end, when he could not find any serious evidence against Joan of Arc, Bishop Cauchon resorted to his last resort.
“I heard that the prisoner dressed as a man while in prison.”
Joan of Arc dressed as a man in prison to maintain her chastity.
However, the act of a woman disguising herself as a man was a religious crime that went against the Bible.
Of course, disguising herself as a man to maintain her chastity was ‘innocent’, but this was a trial to condemn Joan of Arc as a heretic.
Moreover, Bishop Cauchon had already suffered the humiliation of losing to Joan of Arc in front of all the theologians.
“I will sentence the sinner who violates the Bible to ‘burning at the stake’.”
Bishop Cauchon used the excuse of disguising herself as a man to sentence Joan of Arc to burn at the stake.
Joan of Arc objected, but it was not accepted.
In the end, Joan of Arc was taken to the square of the archdiocese by the knights.
Joan of Arc was tied to the stake in front of the crowd that had gathered to watch the burning.
“.......”
Joan of Arc had a resigned expression.
Although there was a large crowd, not a single person spoke or helped the girl.
I was not worried.
The Inquisition was sacred, and the punishments handed down there were from the Lord.
The executioner with the torch approached Joan of Arc.
The executioner’s face was stained with guilt and fear for having to kill the saint.
“Do not blame me.”
“I do not blame you.”
Hwaruruk─!
The fire lit up under the stake.
Joan of Arc closed her eyes and put her hands together as if praying.
And at that moment, one side of the square suddenly became noisy.
“Stop it!!!”
The urgent voice of the Bishop of Cambrai echoed through the square.
“We must not let him interfere with the execution!”
Taang─! Kagagang!
The familiar sound and the loud sound of metal clashing rang out one after another.
And... ... .
“Joan of Arc!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Joan of Arc opened her eyes at the shout calling her name.
The girl’s eyes widened as she turned her head to confirm her opponent. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
“...Seo-jun?”
Choi Seo-jun was standing there, holding the Saint’s flag.
Crunch─!
He broke the flag, the symbol of the Saint, in front of Joan of Arc.
“!”
[The ‘Saints’ Flag’ has been destroyed.]
[The reward relic has been lost.]
I broke the Saint’s Flag, which was the reward for the quest, with my own hands, but I didn’t care.
“I won’t take it even if you give it to me.”
I threw the broken flag in my hand.
I didn’t need a flag of sacrifice written in blood like this.
For Joan of Arc, this was nothing more than a ‘chain’ that forced sacrifice.
“Nooo ...
The Bishop of Cambrai was rushing towards me with an angry face.
I ran to the stake before the Bishop of Cambrai could rush in.
Huh-huh-huh!
I hit the executioner who was blocking me with the butt of my sword and swung my twin dragon swords at the flames burning the stake.
Whoa-huh-huh-huh!
The flames went out in an instant.
“This can’t be happening! The sacred flames?!”
Ignoring the startled Bishop of Cambrai, I cut the ropes that bound Joan of Arc.
Then I picked up Joan of Arc, who stumbled and fell helplessly.
“Seojun?”
“Wait a minute.”
The Bishop of Cambrai rushed at me as soon as I put Joan of Arc down on one side.
“How dare you interfere with the sacred trial!”
Cambrai’s fist flew.
Whoa-huh!
He had a great and brighter horses in the fist of the fist. The phrase of the status of the status of the status is a pity. I struck at Bishop Brer. Kwaaaa ... Originally, Joan of Arc, who should have died at the stake, survived the time of death and the world judged her as an ‘impurity’.
[The ‘distorted one’ is expelled from the world.]
The world went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I had already returned to the store.
And... .
“Seojun, this is......”
Beside me was a blonde girl with purple eyes.
