Simply because of deeply rooted class concepts, they lined up according to their rank, without appearing chaotic.
Soon, a beautiful girl in bright silver armor, so dazzling it hurt the eyes, stepped down the gangway, hand on her sword hilt.
Her golden hair fluttered in the wind, with eyes as blue and firm as iron, her entire body enveloped in a blazing holy light that made the night sky instinctively retreat.
Just as if she had only just walked off... the pyre.
Yet contrasting with this was her explosive figure, which even armor couldn't conceal—a pair of long and sturdy legs like jade columns, a slender waist...
An angelic face and aura, yet a devil's figure.
"It really is her! But the power activated within her appears somewhat strange."
No one in the Corridor of Truth understands Saint Joan better than Byron.
After all, it was Lancaster who ordered her to be burned, so no wonder he has the odd impression of her having just walked off the pyre.
