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Marie Antoinette reached out and linked her hands around Jeanne d'Arc's lowered arm. "Saint who sacrificed herself to save France. You were one of the people I had always wanted to meet while I was alive."

"...I am no Saint." Jeanne d'Arc shook her head.

Marie did not lose heart in the slightest and continued, "Yes. Everyone probably understands that this is how you see yourself. But at the very least, the way you lived was real. We all know how it ended. That is why those who came after praised you, admired you, and could not forget you. Saint Jeanne d'Arc. The Miracle of Orleans."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter's cruelty and Jeanne d'Arc herself were two different matters. Only seeing the good in others was Marie's bad habit.

And there was also a trace of guilt mixed in—an entirely justified sense of guilt held by a foolish royal family toward the Saint who had been framed to death.

"I truly do not deserve such praise. I was not a Saint in life. I merely raised a banner for what I believed in, and in the end, stained my hands with blood.

...Of course, I have no regrets. Whether it was being denounced in the heresy trial in the end, or my death, it was all part of my life.

But far too much blood was spilled. A country girl believed in her dream. But I never imagined, even in my dreams, how many sacrifices there would be before reaching its end.

So many people believed in me and sacrificed themselves... This is my gravest sin.

Being called a Saint is, in the end, merely a conclusion drawn afterward. Calling a country girl like that a Saint—I believe something must be terribly wrong with that."

"Is that so? Then, you are