21st Century Necromancer-Chapter 744 - 740 Joan of Arc (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

744: Chapter 740 Joan of Arc (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

744: Chapter 740 Joan of Arc (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As Yu Chen and Hiromi Jounouchi watched Misumi Mikoto construct her own Necromantic Space, Europe was silently shaken by an event that would stun the whole world.

“Is this France today?

It’s truly indescribable.” A girl with short black hair stood by the Seine River, gazing at the Notre-Dame de Paris not far away, and sighed with emotion, “Allowing heathens to wreak havoc on the streets of Paris, and letting the precious Notre-Dame succumb to a fire, has France fallen to such depths?”

“When has France not been fallen?

From the moment they burned you, France had already forsaken the glory of God,” Gilles de Rais said, his eyes fixated on the girl before him, explaining to her with disdainful tone.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed under Gilles de Rais’s intense gaze, the girl blushed slightly before shaking her head and saying, “Gilles, could you take me to the Notre-Dame to have a look?”

“I would accompany you anywhere, my Holy Maiden,” Gilles de Rais replied, his voice filled with longing and reverence.

However, the girl was clearly uncomfortable with Gilles de Rais’s attitude, and she said somewhat shyly, “Please don’t call me that, Gilles.

I’m more used to how you used to treat me.

The way you are now makes me feel very…”

“I’m sorry, my Holy Maiden, I just can’t contain my own feelings,” Gilles de Rais, feeling as if he had committed an unforgivable act, apologized to the girl while explaining, “I just want you to understand that not a day in these six hundred years have I stopped missing you, my Holy Maiden, my Joan of Arc!”

The girl was none other than the famous Maid of Orleans from French history, Joan of Arc.

Six hundred years after she was executed as a heretic by fire by the Religious Tribunal, Gilles de Rais had finally summoned her back to the human world using the necromancy he learned from Hiromi Jounouchi.

Even though as a hero of France Joan of Arc’s active time in history spanned only a brief two years and her life ended at just nineteen years of age, she remained undeniably a person of great magnificence.

Napoleon once praised her as the savior of France, and Winston Churchill had remarked that “In a thousand years time, nobody could compare to her,” praising her as the embodiment of human nature’s kindness and courage.

Unconquerable courage, boundless emotion, the virtue of the pure, the wisdom of the upright—she shone with all these qualities.

However, whether it was because Gilles de Rais was unskilled in his art, or because at the time of her death Joan was just a nineteen-year-old peasant girl, the Joan resurrected by Gilles de Rais had knowledge instilled by the Power of Faith, yet her memory and consciousness seemed to remain in the past six hundred years.

She could understand Gilles de Rais’s feelings and was grateful that he still remembered her six hundred years later, bringing her back to life to witness the beauty she had never known, but she really wasn’t used to and didn’t like Gilles de Rais calling her Holy Maiden.

Upon hearing Joan’s words, Gilles de Rais had no choice but to change how he addressed her, yet his fervent affection for Joan showed no sign of diminishing, “Alright Joan, please come with me, and let me show you the Paris of today.”

Gilles de Rais led Joan across the long bridge spanning the Seine River and arrived in front of the Notre-Dame de Paris.

Looking at the over nine hundred years old building, a cultural treasure that is the most precious in French history, Joan’s eyes involuntarily filled with tears, heartbroken by the catastrophe that had befallen the cherished monument.

“It’s such a pity!

To think that such a sacred place would be destroyed by a great fire.” Although Joan of Arc was but an ordinary village girl while alive, the faith that the French people placed in her after her death turned her into a symbol of the French spirit.

Yet, this did not impart her with any additional knowledge.

However, she had long yearned for Notre-Dame de Paris, the renowned cathedral, during her lifetime.

Even when she first came here to worship, she had contemplated, if the war came to an end, she would become a nun here.

Now, looking at the burnt remains of Notre-Dame, it was no wonder she felt heartbroken and sad.

Standing beside Joan, Gilles de Rais had his eyes filled entirely with her image, seeing her distressed, he quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, and comforted her, “Don’t be too sad, Joan.

It is no longer six hundred years ago; the capabilities that humanity now possesses will surely restore it to its former glory.”

“Really?” Upon hearing Gilles say this, Joan’s spirits lifted.

The two lingered a while longer, admiring what remained of the cathedral before preparing to leave.

However, as they were about to depart, Joan spotted a donation point set up for the restoration of Notre-Dame and walked over, taking out all the money she had on her and donating it.

Of course, the money was given to her by Gilles de Rais.

After resurrecting Joan, he found that although the Power of Faith had imbued her with much knowledge of this era, her understanding of the world still remained six hundred years in the past, requiring Gilles’s continuous guidance and assistance.

And for Joan’s convenience as she traveled, money was certainly essential.

Seeing Joan donate all the money she had, Gilles de Rais was not stingy either; he pulled out his wallet and emptied the majority of the cash inside, leaving only enough for the two to have a meal and take a ride later.

Joan, seeing Gilles’s generosity, immediately gave him a joyful smile.

Gazing at the smile he hadn’t seen in six hundred years, Gilles felt an impulse to donate all of his own wealth.

Joan’s smile was priceless to him, a treasure of such pure innocence, untainted by any impurity, that it could incite the most evil and stubborn of criminals to have a change of heart.

It was precisely because of such a smile from Joan that Gilles had once unwaveringly followed her.

However, in the end, Gilles restrained his impulse to donate all his money.

It wasn’t that he was reluctant to part with the cash, but such action would draw too much attention.

He had only just resurrected Joan, and no one yet knew of this deed, but this did not mean that resurrecting her came without any issues.

She was a saint of the Catholic Church, one of the most famous and greatest heroes in French history, admired even by Napoleon.

Such a figure, as if a deity walking in the human world, would neither be acknowledged by the Catholic Church nor the French Government, for only a deceased saint is considered a saint.

A living one is deemed a heretic.