Sadness is just your own.

Because, even if you empathize with it, Silvia couldn't help but feel sad when she thought that it was not her experience, but the life of the girl who was the same heart as her.

"You could have lived happily as an ordinary girl."

Silvia said this.

Joan of Arc just smiled at this.

"There's no way, that's my choice."

There is no regret in the voice, only tolerance and Kuoda.

Silvia finally understood.

"I finally understand why you are called a saint."

Silvia's words were only Jean Arc's bitter smile.

The reason is also very simple.

"I never think I am a saint."

Haven't Silvia felt this idea too?

"What a pity." Silvia said with a chuckling, "In fact, you should live an ordinary life like an ordinary girl, living an ordinary house, and talking about ordinary love."

"In love...?" Joan of Arc smiled embarrassedly and said with a slightly red face: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but... but that's too luxurious for me."

Seeing Joan of Arc showing a somewhat embarrassed expression, Silvia understood again.

really…

"The Saint is just an ordinary girl..."

But this girl is carrying too many things.

if you can…

"If possible, I really hope she can have an ordinary relationship..."

Silvia, who understands how wonderful the taste of love is, has hoped so sincerely.

“By the way.”

Silvia suddenly laughed happily.
Chapter completed!