Jeanne (Alter), "I should have fallen into hell, right? Isn't that what you thought, Bishop?"
Bishop Pierre Cauchon, "This is... a dream. A nightmare. It cannot possibly be anything but a nightmare...!"
"Oh my, are you starting to run from reality? That won't do. We need to make him realize this is reality." Caster increased the strength in his hand.
"Gah—aaah!! Eek, eek, eek...!" The tortured bishop let out squeals like a dying pig.
Jeanne (Alter), "All right, what are you going to do now, Bishop!?"
"The heretic Jeanne d'Arc whom you denounced is right here, you know?"
"Is it all right if you do not clutch your cross and pray to Heaven—God?
Is it all right if you do not curse, mock, trample, and ravage me, then shout,
'The wicked witch—Jeanne d'Arc—is here!'
Is it all right if you do not roar at this helpless girl like a brave lion!?
Come on, come on, come on!"
Bishop Pierre Cauchon, "Save—"
Jeanne (Alter), "Save?"
Pierre Cauchon begged repeatedly, "Save me, please save me! I'll do anything. So please save me...!"
Jeanne (Alter), "Hah. Ahahahaha! Did you hear that, Gilles!?"
"Please save me," he said!
"That bishop who bound me, mocked me, and burned me at the stake!
"Is now so utterly insignificant!"
"That bishop who condemned and killed me like an insect, while looking upon me with eyes full of compassion and repenting for me, is now begging for his life!"
"Ahh—how tragic, it makes me want to cry.
"Because someone like this will never receive salvation.
"How could faith as thin as paper ever reach the heavens?
"How could conviction as light as a feather ever take root?
"He has even forgotten to follow God, yet he is begging mercy from me, the one he branded a witch. The