When old friends reunited, they naturally had much to talk about. As the two commanders spoke of France and the current situation, beneath their relief lingered faint, unintentional sighs.
Britain, once mighty, was now descending into chaos, its armies suffering defeat after defeat...
Burgundy, once deeply estranged from France, now stood alongside its old enemy...
Their former ranks had scattered, and their old comrades had been dispersed across countless battlefields...
And without anyone noticing, His Majesty in Reims was gradually becoming a qualified king. He was no longer the "cowardly Charles" who needed to hide behind them.
Everything was quietly changing.
Their era was inevitably drawing to a close.
As for what came after the curtain fell, the "dead" Maid of Orléans and the retired former marshal of France exchanged a glance and tacitly changed the subject without saying more.
For former comrades-in-arms to reunite amid a chaotic age was already a rare blessing. Their conversation about trivial matters afterward became much more relaxed.
"By the way, Gilles, I heard you got married?"
After a few casual remarks, Joan's gaze fell upon the back of her old comrade's left hand.
Marshal Gilles froze at her words. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly. His hands fell from the desk, and his raised right palm covered the wedding ring engraved with his family crest on his ring finger.
"I'm truly happy for you that you've settled down."
A bright smile bloomed across Joan's face as she offered her friend sincere blessings. Then her cheeks reddened slightly, and she could not help feeling a little embarrassed.
"Sorry, I was in a hurry to get here, and it wasn't convenient to show myself along the way, so I didn't prepare a proper gift."
"It's alright. Catarina, she doesn't care about such things..."