Sylvia had a dream as well.
She dreamed that she had become an ordinary girl in the countryside, growing up carefree.
She had three older siblings.
While doing farm work with them, she would chase and play to her heart's content in the fields until she was covered in mud.
She also had a mother.
From her, she learned of Jesus, and she decided to become a Catholic, offering prayers to God every day.
"If nothing unexpected happens, I hope I can keep praying like this until I return to the Lord's embrace."
That was what she told her mother.
At the time, her mother had merely stroked her head with a gentle smile and said—
"The Lord will hear your prayers."
She had been very happy then as well.
Of course, she did not know whether the Lord had truly heard her prayers.
But one day, she heard the Lord's voice.
Yes.
She—Jeanne—heard the Lord's voice.
"Humans, why must you fight one another like this...?"
The Lord sighed like that, and the sound of that sigh reached Jeanne's ears.
Jeanne was already seventeen at the time.
So Jeanne knew what the Lord's sigh was for.
Because people were at war.
France, England, and Burgundy, which later joined the conflict.
In Jeanne's era, these three nations had already been fighting each other for decades.
Over the course of that war, the longest in history and one that was nearing a hundred years, how many people had died because of the conflict between the three nations?
Jeanne did not know.
Perhaps no one in the entire world knew.
But...
"The Lord knows..."
That was right.
Even if people did not know, God, who watched everything in this world from above, surely knew.
That was why god sighed.
And so, from that