Faced with François Prelati's questioning, Jeanne d'Arc merely answered calmly, "You should know better than anyone whether I'm Jeanne d'Arc."
Hearing Jeanne d'Arc's calm answer, François Prelati broke down.
He couldn't accept that answer. Jeanne d'Arc hadn't been broken; she even seemed to have enjoyed herself. This was nothing like what he'd imagined.
François Prelati said, "Aren't you a saint? After sleeping with another man, shouldn't you be sobbing and begging the Lord for forgiveness?"
"You bitch! You coupled with some stray man! How can you face your Lord? How can you live up to the title of saint? How can you betray my expectations of you?"
Jeanne d'Arc said, "My devotion to the Lord has never changed, and I have never called myself a saint. Finally, François Prelati, why should I fulfill your filthy expectations?"
"And just so you know, that 'stray man' you speak of has the Lord's approval. The Lord does not oppose our being together. In fact, you could say this is His guidance."
Right in front of François Prelati, Jeanne d'Arc linked her arm through Yuan Shikai's, leaned closer, and kissed him on the lips.
She regretted it a little as soon as she finished. After all, the other women were still watching. It was rather embarrassing.
Jeanne d'Arc wasn't making things up, either. It was the Lord who had given her those indecent revelations in the first place. Otherwise, she would never have fallen so hopelessly for him.
So of course that counted as the Lord approving their union.
François Prelati's eyes widened in disbelief. Is this Lord you're talking about really the genuine article? Hasn't He been possessed by some evil god?
Precisely because he believed she was the real Jeanne d'Arc, he was all the more astonished. This pure and noble saint