The Luster of Stars in Moscow
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The last act of Joan's drama has begun to run.
British soldiers crowded on stage, preparing to witness the execution.
Joan was led into the midst of the enemy army, flanked by two large-bodied executioners.
Joan's armor has been stripped!
The magical girl who heard the voice of God appeared as an ordinary girl in a bundle of mourning clothes.
"It turns out it's not hard to catch him," one of the soldiers' dialogue.
"Is this little French girl really the culprit that has troubled us?" dialogue of other characters.
"He was called the messenger of God!" dialogue of other characters again.
"Bless your head!" the baritone voice of an officer broke the atmosphere.
One of the executioners forcibly raised Joan's face to face the officers and high-ranking British officers.
The audience held their breath. He looked at Cheri without blinking.
"It's so pretty" some people commented.
Cheri's face was not used to get the pale impression of a prisoner.
"Whoaaaa!" The British royal prince exclaimed. "It turns out to be so young!" The prince clucked and grinned. "So... with this innocent face you tricked the French army into waging a holy war?" the prince's scorn. "Basic witch!" grunt with a reproachful attitude.
"I'm not a witch!" sergeant Cheri with sound vibration technique from the base of the stomach.
"Burn the witch!" The prince provoked.
"Burn the witch!"
"BURN THAT WITCH!"
The soldiers were screaming.
"I'm not a witch!" Cheri shouted among the boisterous cries of the soldiers.
The spectators stiffen.
"You're the devil's messenger!" The voice of a British officer boomed throughout the room.
Make everyone hold their breath.
"You have desecrated the majesty of God!"
"No," cried Cheri helplessly. The girl wriggled in the clutches of the executioners. Then he was dragged into prison. "I'm not a witch!"
BRUK!
The girl's tiny body was thrown and landed inside the iron bars.
The audience smothered his mouth. Unsatiated.
Cheri sat down with a look of despair.
The legal decision has not been determined.
Joan fell ill due to a religious trial and a long prison term.
"Joan" a British royal priest approaches the detention room.
The court's decision has been decided.
"Tomorrow morning you will be burned" said the priest. "Do you not want to be saved?"
Cheri stuttered with a frustrated face.
My concentration is broken, he said in his heart. My voice did not reach the audience.
This place is too big…
Moreover, the inner conflict raging in her mind was no longer about her role as Joan.
It is no longer about choosing God or the punishment of burning.
Do I really still love him?
Cherie wondered in her heart.
Even though I know Rafael is a murderer…
Do I still love him?
Rafael isn't a killer, is he?
He didn't do it, did he?
Nah!
Rafael is not a murderer!
The doctor's affidavit does not prove that Rafael was the culprit.
Cheri sighed heavily and grimaced. Her chest feels tight. His breath was stuck in his throat.
His spirit disappeared instantly.
Given Rafael's rude attitude when he first set foot at the MoscovArt Theatre, the man did not seem to hesitate to kill someone.
Does he love Rafael?
"How many times have I told you, I've only obeyed God." Cherry begins her dialogue. But his voice sounded weak. I was lacking blood again, he thought.
"God? What kind of God do you mean?" the priest urged Joan. "If you're a true follower of God, then why didn't God save you?"
"Where is the God you love?" the British royal priest continued to provoke. "Do you really love a God who treats you like this?"
Do you really love Rafael?
Cheri froze in a strangling worry.
Joan's Concern…
The worry.
"Joan, I can save you" said the British royal priest. Then the man held out a piece of paper with a pen through the bars, waving it at Joan. "If you will testify that the voice of God you hear is a lie, you will be set free."
Joan blinked and looked up at the priest.
Cheri's sight again blurred. His head felt light and heavy at the same time.
"Just by signing this confession." The pastor threw the paper and pen in his hand on the prison floor, right in front of Joan.
Cheri looked down at the paper with a pale face. I can't concentrate on the drama. Dizziness and nausea afflict him.
"Cube you one night to consider it," the priest concluded, then turned and hurried away.
Cheri grabbed the paper and pen in front of him, then thought hard, trying to cradle. But the head was back.
Cheri threw the paper and pen back, then massaged his temple while frowning.
The spectators gulped.
Valentin and Mikail watched the girl from the side of the stage.
Mikail glanced at Valentin, watching the man's face from the side, trying to second-guess what Rafael's other personality was thinking.
Cheri dropped his head on the floor, laying himself down.
The boring moments tormented the spectators.
Cheri could barely pull his body up. His body was completely limp.
Joan crawled slowly and pulled back the confession paper, then picked up the pen. Prepare to sign the confession…
But then throw it again. Then laugh out loud.
His voice echoed to the spectator bench.
The spectators gasp.
"Did he end up going crazy because of his fear?" A spectator commented.
Mikail watched the girl with a concerned look on her face. I don't know why he felt like he could feel Joan's suffering.
"Lord.." lamented Cheri. "Take my life!"
Valentin froze with a sad look. Imagine if that was Cheri's wish…
What if he gives up?
So you choose to leave them both?
"Deploy my soul only into your hand" Joan sighed in her helplessness. "No regrets."
I love you, Rafael! Cheri sat sadly.
"I didn't expect anything in return," Cheri continued his dialogue. "If this is God's will, I will die happily!"
"Now all I can see is the figure of God!"
Therefore, come back…
Rafael, return!
The final stage entered the peak scene.
The burning penalty pole was plastered before the eyes of the spectators.
Cheri was tied to the pole as a dead convict.
The fire was lit under the stage.
Cheri is bound to an iron chain.
"Great," cried the audience.
"That's real fire, huh?"
"How is it, huh?"
"Looky! This time I saw a show like this!"
Mikail and Valentin stared anxiously at the peak scene.
Some of Valentin's self began to worry that this drama eventually failed, or rather failed to fascinate Cheri. Part of him was worried about Cheri's health.
What if he faints up there?
Mikail already felt defeated and admitted the staging was a huge success.
Valentin has proven himself to be a great director. More reliable than Rafael.
Even Vladimir made it not warty.
Rafael lost, Mikail thought.
Did he see this?
Will he show up one last time?