Fujimaru Ritsuka and three others found the road along the direction in which the French army fled, and finally found the city.
But what comes into view is not a solid city wall, but a broken wall that looks like it has been ravaged by something.
The entire outer city wall is in tatters, and there are even many gaps on it - like they were torn by the claws of wild beasts?
"What happened here? Logically speaking, it should be during the armistice." Lawrence didn't live very far away from this period of history, so he knew a little more.
"You can vaguely see through the gap that there are many injured soldiers in the city." Matthew was blessed by Lawrence's second Noble Phantasm, so he had to look more carefully.
"In short, the investigation must be launched. Caster, can you please negotiate with the other party?"
"learn."
The French army guarding the city gate saw three beautiful women rushing towards the city. Instead of being happy, they picked up their weapons in fear.
"Why...are you here again?" The French soldiers at the city gate raised their weapons in fear and pointed at Lawrence, who was walking at the front.
While writing down the word "again" spoken by the French army, Lawrence politely greeted: "Bonjour (Hello), we are a group of travelers."
The French army breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the familiar and friendly French.
"We won't hurt you, and we don't want to be hurt. We just want to get some information, so please put down your weapons, okay?" Lawrence opened his hands to indicate that he had no weapons.
The French soldier observed the three people carefully. Lawrence was wearing a skirt and looked like a noble lady. The one in leather armor was probably a guard?
Matthew is holding a huge black shield, which is still very intimidating. Peaceful negotiations do not necessarily require this thing, but it must be held in hand.
The French soldier took back his spear and leaned against the city wall. He looked a little tired, but he lowered his guard after all: "It turns out they are not the enemy... That's great."
"Well, it feels pretty smooth." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled.
Dr. Roman whispered: "If you believe Lawrence so easily, I'm afraid you have either lost your mind or lost too much physical strength."
Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his chin: "It should be the second type. All the soldiers in the city, including the French army, feel exhausted."
"Is it still in the war stage? Didn't Charles VII sign a truce?" Lawrence tried to ask. We have just reached the singularity point, and what we need most is information.
The soldier was a little surprised: "Don't you know? King Charles is dead."
"Already dead?" Lawrence frowned, "When did it happen?"
"It's been half a month since he was burned to death by the witch's flames."
"We are from another city. We don't know much about it. Can you tell us in detail?" Lawrence gathered a gem, pretended to take it out from his back, and handed it to the French soldier.
When the French soldier saw the gem, his eyes lit up, but then his eyes dimmed again and he did not take the gem.
"I think you are all noble people, and I won't deceive you either."
"This country is finished."
"The witch is Joan of Arc."
"My lord, she was resurrected as the 'Dragon Witch'."
"Her flames have burned across half of France, and the English army has long since retreated, leaving us natives behind."
The French soldier looked a little decadent: "Those hateful British people still have somewhere to run, but where can we, the natives, escape? Miss, please take back the gems. I will die tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
It’s just a difference, I no longer have any use for these belongings.”
"Jane...Witch?" Matthew was a little confused.
She knew a lot of knowledge, but none of it could connect "Joan of Arc" and "Witch".
"This is a special point, let's listen to what that guy said first." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the French soldiers with a trace of pity in her eyes, but she closed her eyes and resumed her thinking, "If it is a distorted history, the Witch Joan of Arc
It’s not impossible to get established.”
"That makes sense."
As soon as Matthew finished speaking, he saw the French soldier raising his weapon again with a horrified expression: "It's them... they're here again!"
Several people quickly turned their heads to look.
A group of men dressed like French soldiers walked towards the fort, but their movements looked stiff and unnatural.
"It's a magic reaction. Those guys are magic creatures!" Dr. Roman reminded.
Lawrence can also identify these things: "This is something made from human corpses mixed with magic power...that is, zombies, Matthew, I leave it to you."
"Okay, Miss Lawrence." Matthew knew that it would be inconvenient for Lawrence to do it when other people were around. After all, that method could be called magic.
Fortunately, there are not many zombies and they move slowly, so Mashu's shield can easily hit them hard.
This is different from before, Matthew can let go and fight.
"Master, are you okay?" Lawrence moved closer to Fujimaru Ritsuka, slightly worried about the little girl's mental state.
Although it was a corpse, it was still a human corpse. Under the slap of Mashu's shield, it was shattered into pieces and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Lawrence was worried that Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't bear it.
"Oh? Me? Ah, caster, you are worrying too much. Although I do feel a little uncomfortable, I have already made up my mind. Miss Lawrence doesn't need to worry." Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned for a moment and reflected.
, and in turn comforted Lawrence.
Lawrence didn't know what to say, so he touched Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.
"...Phew, thank you for your hard work." After destroying all the zombies, Matthew thanked the several French soldiers who helped.
"No, no, we are the ones who should thank you." The French soldier showed a friendly smile to several people.
"But then again, you can actually fight against those guys." Zombies are much stronger than humans due to their magic power.
"...I'm just used to it."
"By the way, there is one more thing we want to know."
Lawrence came over again.
Matthew asked: "Is it true that Joan of Arc is resurrected?"
The French soldier who was asked was a little flattered. After all, he had just watched how this girl in leather armor and a large shield killed everyone in the zombie pile.
"It's true." He nodded and confirmed, "I participated in the siege of Orleans and the ceremony, and I remember it very clearly."
"Although the hair color and skin color are different, that appearance... is undoubtedly that of the former saint."
"She was captured by the English and burned at the stake in front of the crowd. I was almost furious."
At this time, a girl in white armor popped up from the other side of the city wall.