1 In a blink of an eye, six days have passed. Perhaps... the time of happiness is always short... so it's true. So Egil and Joan of Arc both felt that this period was too short.

However, time is time, and it will never stop just because you are a king or saint.

Therefore, the story between the Saint and the King seems to usher in the final chapter.

Dungeon.

Joan of Arc.

Egil.

Egil slowly opened the door of the dungeon. Then he held Joan of Arc's finger and walked forward.

A little abruptly, Egil asked softly to Joan of Arc beside him: "It's the last time, I want to tell you something and ask you about it."

, "Please say." He seemed to be completely unwilling to care about his final encounter. Joan of Arc's expression looked calm and had no resentment, loss, fear, or other similar negative emotions.

And when looking at Egil, it was not the kind of feeling that looked at the person who wanted to kill him.

But, well, it seems that the ordinary friend is above the level of a lover, and the feeling of not having enough friends, "What do you think of the people of Norman and the people of France?"

"I treat everyone equally."

"So, what should I do if the people of Norman suffer?"

Joan of Arc frowned, feeling that in this situation, wouldn’t it be better to let himself die peacefully? Why do you still ask such a question?

, "Your Majesty said that with Your Majesty here, the Norman people can live well."

Joan of Arc answered this.

"What if I die?"

"...Your Majesty, if you have something to do," "No, no, no, but people will die in the end. Even if they live to be one hundred years old, one day they will be summoned by the Lord. No one can escape this, whether it is a king or a serf." Egil replied.

"Select a suitable heir in advance. Isn't that enough?" Joan of Arc replied.

"Well, very good, it's indeed a good answer." Egil nodded: "But it's ah."

There is a little problem here. Although I love my wife very much, that is, Queen Artoria. But there is an irreparable regret that the Queen cannot give birth because of the damage suffered in the previous war. So, according to common sense, I have no heirs. There will be no heirs."

, "Then, let's have a baby from there." Speaking of this, Joan of Arc seemed to understand a little Egil's meaning. He turned his head a little shyly.

Egil stopped. Then he turned around and pressed Joan of Arc's shoulder. Forced her to look at him.

"I'm asking, for the benefit of the Norman people~

No, don't worry about people, God, or other messy things.

"Egil's invasive eyes made Joan of Arc just wanted to find a place to hide: "I'm just asking you" Joan of Arc, my most adorable girl from Orleans. Are you willing to give birth to a healthy and lovely heir for me, a poor man who is locked in the shackles of rights and responsibilities?"

"My, look, I'm going to die soon," Joan of Arc whispered in a low voice, and at the same time retreated, and Egil moved forward like this, and finally Joan of Arc was pressed by Egil to the wall.

"So, if you can choose again and everything can be started over, so what?" Egil continued to ask.

, "Don't you know I'm a Frenchman, and I'm a Norman." Yes, it's an enemy." Joan of Arc, who had always been in a weak organ, seemed to be about to cry. He was not as energetic as when he was commanding the French army back then...

, "So, putting aside all this, Joan of Arc, only by men and women, even if you are about to die. At least, what about the truth before you die?!"

After hearing this, Joan of Arc was stunned for a while, then turned around and looked at Egil. Finally, the strong girl shed tears.

, "Will you tell the truth before you die?" Joan of Arc looked at Egil in a daze, and Egil nodded desperately.

Joan of Arc finally cried out: "You bad guy~

The invader tyrant, shameless man, I, I wish I could kill you, but to be honest, why?

I can't understand how a guy like you appeared in this world. I'm actually so ridiculous." After saying this, Joan of Arc moved forward and rushed into Egil's arms: "I just fell in love with you,

It's totally incomprehensible. Why did I fall in love with you?! We are enemies..."

Joan of Arc cried bitterly in Egil's arms. Egil kept holding the cute girl tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as she let go.

"Then you can answer me." Egil continued to ask.

De nodded, cried and said, "If everything can be done again, I am willing to fall in love with you and give birth to you later..."

, "That's it." Egil sighed softly: "You will go to heaven, my lovely girl... are there, wait for me a little."

"Well. I'll wait for you." Joan of Arc responded. Then he raised his head, his tears and eyes were twice as cute as usual. So, the most natural ones, Egil and Joan of Arc, were connected with each other, and were deep in French. Because both sides were physically energetic.

So a deep wěn went on for about half an hour. Then the two sides separated reluctantly. They looked silently like a couple in love. Then they sighed softly.

"Let me go. Let me give you a ride in the end." After Egil finished speaking, he gently pushed Joan of Arc away. He held her hand and walked towards the gate of the dungeon as before. The door was opened. It was a very rare sunny day. Although it was a bit cold because of the beginning of winter, it was actually quite snowy on the ground. Although it was much worse than that in Scandinavian.

Because he was in the dim dungeon for a long time, Joan of Arc seemed a little uncomfortable with the sudden sunlight. But he quickly adjusted his state. Following Egil to the side of the guard knight, Egil turned over to the horse. The guard knights separated half of them and looked at the woman vigilantly. Then, the guard walked towards the court. Although in other cities and countries, courts were synonymous with the Spirit Lord's residence or monastery. However, in the Norman Kingdom, the court was a proprietary building. It was very standard and very professional. The whole building was cold gray. The overall Gothic building looked extremely unkind. The sculptor at the door of the court held a angel sculpture of a Libra. It is doubtful who is the real body. The winner said that it was Gabriel, and the loser said that he walked onto the Western style.

Egil took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was now 8:30 am.

At about nine o'clock, the guard arrived at the court, as Egil said before, the entire court was full of his people from top to bottom, and all the evidence and witnesses were unfavorable to Joan of Arc. During the trial, Joan of Arc also said nothing. He didn't even nod or shake his head. It seemed that he had accepted his fate.

As the king, Egil listened to the entire trial process. At the same time, he felt that the legal system construction of the Norman Kingdom should be further improved. Perhaps it could be moderately modified, such as the citizen jury system. Of course, this approach also made it more difficult for him to manipulate the trial process in the future.

It doesn't matter, just replace the jury with your own people.

In the end, Egil made such a decision.

In the end, Joan of Arc was convicted.

The witch, the stolen frame. Of course, there were some other ill-dead, who insisted on catching a black cat on the market as expected. In the end, Egil was pulled to his neck with a scabbard and fainted.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, the court made a judgment. The judges and prosecutors, verified the true pastors, messengers from the Holy See, and messengers from France, Burgundy, Holy Rome, Genoa, and Venice. They agreed that Joan of Arc was guilty, Joan of Arc was a heresy, and Joan of Arc should be burned to death.

it's all over.

Joan of Arc was taken out of the court again. Looking at the bleak afternoon sunshine, I felt a little ridiculous.

In this way, Joan of Arc was taken to the outskirts of Normandy Castle. There had been a stolen rack. A large number of dry firewood and ropes were brought in. Whether it was the common people or the noble officials, they were as lively as the festival. After all, barbecue people, especially when the other party was a big man like Joan of Arc, people were busy, and hawkers and hand-drawns would take the opportunity to do business nearby. Unfortunately, it was the Middle Ages. There was no big voyage without melon seeds and popcorns. Without industrial grass life, there would be no cola Sprite. Plastic polyethylene was not invented, there would be no snacks, but it was still very happy. The most popular first place was the wandering orioles, and the second place was the bard, which naturally told about Joan of Arc. The most popular passage was the joke of Joan of Arc by Egil, "beep beep". The people around him were so excited that they could not replace him.

"... After the matter is over, I will kill all these people." Egil swore secretly in his heart. At the same time, he turned around and looked at Joan of Arc and said that because it was a prisoner, Joan of Arc walked out of the dungeon, went to the court, and then to the execution ground. He also had shackles on his feet. He felt very tired. Whether physically or mentally, at 1:20 pm, the witches of France, the forged saints, prisoners of war in the Norman Kingdom, and prisoners of the Normandy Prison. He was about to be burned.

After being untied, Joan of Arc slowly stretched out his limbs. But soon he was tied to the stolen frame by the rude soldiers. From beginning to end, Joan of Arc did not resist. His eyes were calmly looking in the direction where Egil was.

It was 1:25 p.m.

Egil stopped the ignition player and walked down from the viewing platform.
Chapter completed!