I woke up as the emperor of the Kingdom of France, right in the middle of the Hundred Years' War. What am I supposed to do?
But no matter. They're only the English. How could their courage compare to the sons of France? As long as my Frenchmen fight with all their passion, these lowly bandits will be driven back by their fierce might. We Frenchmen are the undisputed masters of the European continent!
If you can make France surrender before you capture Paris, then I'll admit defeat!
I, a son of France, will never surrender, and I certainly won't rely on a country girl to win!
But tell me this: why is the King of England on the other side...
Artoria, the King of Knights?!
[I'm terrible at writing blurbs, so please don't criticize if it's not your thing. Quality comes first, and this book is worth reading. It also goes by the titles Type-Moon Paradox Player, Women Only Slow Down Infrastructure Development!, and I'll Always Love the King of Knights, Jeanne d'Arc, Queen Marie, Nero, and So On!]
