Chapter 504 Shocked, Joan of Arc Is Suspected to Be in Love? !

boom!

The door that had been violently closed once again let out a scream. The combat boots that had kicked the wooden door away were retracted, but the owner did not rush in. Instead, he pushed and shoved at the door. In the end, it was the guardian and hero of the androids—— Sieg plucked up the courage, rushed in, and poured out the words he had thought of.

"Teacher, this is not okay! If you want to do that kind of thing, just come to me!"

As soon as these words came out, a powder keg was set off.

"What are you talking about, Sieg!" The blond saint jumped out in fright, covering her face and secretly peeking out through her fingers, "That kind of thing, that kind of thing is definitely going to happen! No matter if it's you or anything else, No one can do it!”

"Well, I don't think Mr. Shuo Yue should be such a person, so please let me Kangkang..."

"No, sister, as a younger brother, I have the obligation to take the risk for you first!"

Corless held up Fiore who was pushing the wheelchair. However, in excitement, the two of them got into a mess. Corless fell on his sister and was knocked in by the wheelchair, injuring Joan in the back. .

"Ah, what!"

"No, be careful!"

Just listening to the sound, one could feel the mess, like Newton's pendulum. The Fiore siblings stopped, but Jeanne exclaimed and rushed forward involuntarily - falling on Shuo Yue's lap. Wanli!

At this time, Shuo Yue was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the way Jeanne fell down was very much like the indescribable scenes in some short videos.

The masculine aura hit her face, and the virgin Jeanne's brain suddenly shut down. She raised her head in confusion and saw only Shuo Yue's wandering eyes and her Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"...can you get up?"

"Ah, ah! I'm so sorry!"

In the midst of the chaos, the female creature who was first dragged into the room by Shuo Yue was sitting on a chair in front of the window. She was intact and neatly dressed. She greeted all the uninvited guests who came in with her usual calm attitude.

"Good evening, Lord Fiore, Lord Corless, Lord Sieg and Lord Jeanne."

It was like reporting the number of buns to be eaten, or reading out the book of life and death drawn by the God of Death. Everyone's hair stood on end, just because a pair of iridescent blue eyes filled with murderous intent had dimly lit up.

To Be Continued…

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Like Mordred and the Lion, Jeanne went straight back to the church after finishing her discussions with Black.

Firstly, she is the judge after all and should not stay in Black's camp at will; secondly, she is too shy...

Who would have thought that Shuo Yue really just randomly picked up an android and did nothing to her?

[I just found a random reference to test my physical and mental state]

Thinking of Shuo Yue's explanation after repairing them, and how she was caught off guard when she jumped into Shuo Yue's arms, Jeanne couldn't help but swing her arms so hard that she didn't even know that a layer of the window glass was almost wiped off.

Shame... so shameful! It is simply a disgrace to be a saint!

How could you panic because of a one-sided report! Sieg is also serious, how could he say such a thing!

If you really want to do it, I will do it...

No, no, what am I thinking!

Startled by her own thoughts, Jeanne's head was dizzy, and her body swayed and she fell off the bench.

thump!

"Are you okay, Miss Jeanne?"

Sister Alma, who was in charge of the church, hurried over and saw the blond saint falling to the ground, covering her buttocks in grievance. Apparently, she had successfully landed softly.

"Okay, it hurts..."

"Oh, you are really..."

After a while, Joan of Arc helped Alma make stew with two big bags of tears in her eyes. Just as she was stirring the cylindrical pot that began to release a tempting aroma, Alma, who was baking bread next to her, suddenly spoke:

"Joan of Arc, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

“Do you believe in the Lord?”

Hearing such an unexpected question, Jeanne couldn't help but turn around with a blank look on her face. Alma waited for the girl's answer with a slightly confused smile.

"...Of course, I believe it."

"Those who believe will be saved. This is a saying that is often ridiculed in the world. Are those who do not believe unable to receive salvation from the Lord, or does the Lord never think of saving them?"

"This, in fact, the most fundamental premise is already wrong... It is too arrogant to want to be redeemed before the age of suffering."

Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep. That is the prerequisite of being a believer.

"——Really? Does that have something to do with the fact that you haven't been redeemed?"

The kitchen suddenly fell silent.

After hearing what Alma said, Jeanne shook her head silently while staring at the stew in the long pot.

"No, this has nothing to do with me. Moreover, being burned at the stake is not the result of not receiving God's salvation. That... I just chose my destiny."

The stew is finally done.

...Alma seems to be a monitor of the Holy Church who was ordered to monitor the Yggdomirenia clan. If there is any movement, report it immediately. If not, perform your duties as a nun in the church. Although this is no easy task, there has been nothing noteworthy in her two decades in office.

The Thousand World Tree's behavior has changed dramatically since a few months ago. Relatives from all over the world have gathered, ceremonies have been held all night, a large amount of materials have been transported to the city, and there are obvious signs of the use of powerful magic.

At this juncture, a traveler who calls herself "Joan of Arc" and looks like a saint knocks on the church door.

"When did you know about me?"

"At first I thought you were a magician from Eugene Domirenia, because there are really few tourists in this city. But after that, I was immediately surprised when I received the call."

"Well, if you think I'm a magician, why are you willing to let me stay here?"

"Oh, because this has nothing to do with that? We have always opened our doors to those who come to this church for help."

Seeing Alma's elegant smile, Joan of Arc couldn't help but laugh along.

After revealing their identities, the two exchanged information quite smoothly - Joan of Arc learned that the Church of the Holy Land knew nothing except that the supervisor sent by the church went berserk, and she did not intend to participate in the fight for the Holy Grail, and chose to wait and see; and Alma also received Joan of Arc's promise to handle this matter perfectly.

At the end of dinner, or supper, Joan of Arc couldn't help but say:

"...Um, can I ask you one last thing?"

"Well, what is it?"

"Why did you reveal your identity to me? Although doing so will not cause any disputes, it is actually unnecessary."

"Oh, you forgot something very important, Joan of Arc."

Facing the puzzled girl, Alma showed a naughty smile:

"Joan of Arc, you are a great saint who brings light to this world. Isn't it natural to want to talk to such a person?"

"Eh, ah, uh... Come to think of it, there is such a reason. But that... what great saint, bringing light to this world, I think it's a bit exaggerated..."

Joan of Arc lowered her head shyly. Indeed, his real name is well-known in the world, otherwise, he would not have been summoned here as a Servant.

But when I heard others say their admiration for me in person, I always felt itchy in my heart, but this feeling soon faded.

"But, that guy doesn't seem to be enthusiastic about me at all..."

"Ah?"

"Ah! Nothing, nothing, really! I mean today's food is delicious, although I want to eat his more... No, nothing, I'm sorry!"

Looking at the saint waving her hands in panic, Alma narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

After dinner and prayer, Alma opened the secret compartment of the desk, took out the church's diary from it, and began to record today's events.

"The ownership of the black servant Saber was transferred, the androids and the Thousand World Trees reached an alliance, and there was no new movement in the sky garden..."

The pen tip paused slightly, and the ink spread, but soon it drew a smooth trajectory again.

"Joan of Arc seems to be in love..."

Alma paused, and the next moment, as if she had received a revelation, she tore off the page and whispered to herself:

"No, what's wrong with this?"

The candlelight reflected a figure on the wall, and with the sound of tearing, the figure bent over the desk and started recording again.

"Today, nothing happened..."