"I'm sorry, guys, and I'm sorry to put you in danger."

Back in Bordeaux, Saint-Georges first apologized to Rika Fujimaru and others.

His determined gaze and the gentle smile on his face give people a special sense of security.

"Especially, this warrior. I can feel it. You're a dragon slayer, aren't you? ”

Jorcus smiled slightly, seeing through this at a glance.

Probably, this is the so-called peer gaze.

Legend has it that St. George also slain a dragon, probably because he felt this special smell of Siegfried.

Even if he didn't, just looking at Verner's wariness of him would make sense. The one who could make that huge evil dragon scare to this extent must be a dragon slayer of a considerable level.

Siegfried nodded: "I have a bit of a fate with that Fafner. Before I was alive, I was the one who shot it. ”

He changed his usual modest tone and used a rare affirmative tone.

Probably for him, slaying dragons is a common thing. He has done great things, and he will be humble and not ask for credit. But if you do ordinary things, there is no need to be too modest.

Joan of Arc had an ugly face all the way.

When he returned, he was silent.

Indeed, as Yagi Yukisai had previously conjectured, it was not Joan of Arc that was infernal affairs. Indeed, there are two Joan of Arcs in France.

One black and one white.

Inexplicably, I thought of the Chinese Taiji diagram.

And I probably saw this with my own eyes, Joan of Arc's face has not been very good.

Looking at herself like that, Joan of Arc didn't understand who she was, but now she was even more confused. I always felt that I was not the kind of person who would be angry because of this kind of thing, but looking at her face that was too similar to herself, she felt that she couldn't be sure that person was also herself......

Seeing this, Joel Jorcus comforted him and said, "Don't worry too much about that person, Joan of Arc. As long as you stick to your heart, you'll be fine. ”

"Hmm...... However, a weak person like me has been dragging everyone back. What Joan of Arc is, it is really a guilty conscience. As a servant, I am incomplete, almost like a person who has just entered the battlefield, panicking...... It's so unorthodox. ”

Joan of Arc sighed, probably because she saw the vengeful black self, and she began to doubt it more and more.

After all, she is now, whether she wants strength or not, and her reputation is not famous (she was smeared by Joan of Arc, and the French all think that she is the witch of the dragon), and finally obtained the revelation of God, but the revelation turned out to let Joan of Arc destroy the Chaldeans. But, no matter how she looks at it, the Chaldeans are not bad people.

This was the first time Joan of Arc had doubts about divine revelation. Moreover, it is the kind of suspicion that goes against the grain. She didn't think anything was wrong with the people of Chaldeans.

She almost wondered if she had been brainwashed, or if she wasn't Joan of Arc at all.

"It's okay, Miss Joan of Arc."

Unexpectedly, it was Matthew who has never been very fond of expressing himself to stand up.

"I've just become a Servant, and my battlefield experience is very shallow, but even so, the Servant in my body is telling me that it's okay. Moreover, the predecessors did not fight because they were strong. I can't say it either, but, the seniors should be ...... It has to be done, there is this ...... A sense of purpose, right? So there is no problem. Yagi-senpai also said that if waiting doesn't make things better, then act first. Miss Joan of Arc didn't need to worry about that kind of thing. ”

Being praised by Matthew like this, Fujimaru Rika herself was a little embarrassed, he, smiled, and nodded heavily: "That's it!" Miss Joan of Arc! Please advise! ”

"Do you have to do it with a sense of mission...... I see...... It's really beneficial. ”

Muttering this, Second Lieutenant Bwannaba nodded thoughtfully.

Ever since France became a peculiarity, to be honest, he has been so frightened by the enemy that he did not dare to confront it head-on. Thinking that the enemy is too terrible, too powerful, and cowardly.

It wasn't until he joined the anti-evil dragon front led by Robespierre that it was a little better.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid, Robespierre was the same fear, right? However, his sense of mission to build a better nation transcends fear, which is why he has stood up and always shown his leadership demeanor.

When Ensign Bwannaba escaped, he did not see the end of Robespierre, and in his heart, the great leader, who was always smiling confidently, should have smiled and ushered in the end.

Don't be afraid, but act first.

He looked thoughtfully at the Chaldean group, and always felt that he understood something, and after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't sort out any clues.

Joan of Arc saw that everyone was comforting her, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile to reassure everyone: "Thank you, I feel much better." I still have at least some understanding of this era, so take a good rest and let's discuss how to fight back! This is the last of the four enemy territories, and once it has been liberated, all that remains is Paris, which has become the magic capital. Come on, everyone! ”

Joan of Arc shouted a little embarrassed to cheer, hastily ended the meeting, and was the first to leave the venue. Marda narrowed her eyes, sighed as if helplessly, and poked her staff into the ground and chased after her empty-handed.

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"Alas......"

With a long sigh, Joan of Arc revealed a side that did not look like a saint at all. The whole person rolls in the haystack, turns his neck and waist, and his joints make a rattling sound. While moving her body, she rolled on the grass to her heart's content.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked.

The saint of salvation, the hero of France, would actually roll around in the haystack like this.

And, considering the location of the nearest haystack, this is actually the hay house of the stables. The sun shone through the window, leaving a clean warmth, and Joan of Arc lay on it, rolling twice, her holy blue and white armor covered with fine hay. She could smell dirt in her nose and the smell of feces in the stables next to her, but this smell was definitely not a good smell, but it made Joan of Arc surprisingly reassured.

She vividly recalls her father, a taciturn French peasant. She can also clearly recall her mother, a French peasant woman who is also silent but very careful.

Joan of Arc, who was born in a farming family since childhood, can only find the fragments of her memories and feel at ease in this kind of place with a very local atmosphere. There is a ...... Yes, the taste of home.

encountered the impact of Black Joan of Arc, the impact of facing her face-to-face, and the shock of Joan of Arc was unexpected, and she still couldn't accept it a little.

Mentally there is still a need for a little relaxation.

At this moment, the door of the forage room was violently pushed open.

Joan of Arc was startled, and the whole person rolled around and got up, the battle flag in his hand turned into a physical body, and he was protected in front of him.

It wasn't until she recognized the identity of the person, Marda, who was also called a saint like her, that she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she soon realized that she must be looking unorthodox now, and her face was quickly dyed with a hint of shame, and she quickly tidied up her messy clothes with both hands and slapped off the hay on her body.

"It's okay, don't mind it so much!"

Unexpectedly, instead of condemning her for not having the appearance of a saint, Marda came over and helped her get rid of the hay from her hair, the withered yellow color mixed with her golden hair, which was difficult to detect.

"That, Lord Marda?"

Noticing that her tone was a little rough, there was some confusion in her tone.

"Alright, alright! I get it! Isn't it that you can't get rid of the feeling of a peasant woman! What's going on? What's the matter, does the saint have to be gentle and generous? Yes? ”

Marda frowned, speaking in a slightly rude tone. This rudeness gave Joan of Arc a sense of intimacy, yes, Saint Marda, before she became a saint, was also an ordinary peasant woman!