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After all, if he were asked to imitate his goddess, Bai Zhen, he might be able to do it very well, but asking him to imitate someone he had never met before would be too much to ask.

The Black Jeanne before him was likely created by Gilles through unknown evil magic, by sacrificing his own soul to give birth to a new soul—a witch he perceived as filled with hatred for the French.

Giles is a spellcaster. Newly born souls are as pure as a blank sheet of paper and can be easily molded into the shape the spellcaster desires.

Perhaps before Gilles died completely, this was what he most hoped Joan of Arc would look like after her resurrection.

He was willful, aggressive, and utterly hostile to the French; he was a complete avenger.

"How about I call you Zhenna then?"

Xu Ming asked tentatively.

"Black Jeanne" is just a nickname; he can't keep saying it all the time.

Jeanne Alter frowned and replied somewhat impatiently.

"Whatever. Just don't bother me!"

Xu Ming and Black Jeanne were chatting happily, but they didn't notice that Kasumigaoka Utaha was staring at Black Jeanne with a gloomy expression, especially at Black Jeanne's large, full breasts, her eyes full of fear.

"You vixen, you already cut off those two pieces of fat meat..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered to herself.

"Sister, we should go back now."

Xu Ming greeted him.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression immediately brightened.

Hi~ I'm coming right away!

So the three of them, each with their own thoughts, returned to Dom Remy.

The villagers continued to secretly observe Xu Ming with great awe.

The scene of Xu Ming summoning the Seraph to descend in front of them was still vivid in their minds.

Some devout believers even regard him as the incarnation of Jesus Christ.

The advantage of this was that some people became suspicious of Jeanne Alter and recognized her, since Jeanne had lived here since childhood.

However, no one dared to stand up and raise any questions, which saved Xu Ming a lot of trouble.

As for whether anyone would try to inform on him for the church's reward, he would only be here for a day at most, and even if someone did, it would be too late for the church and the British to arrest him.

However, upon returning to Joan of Arc's home, some unexpected situations arose.

"Jeanne! Are you Jeanne?!"

The moment Lady Isabelle saw Jeanne Alter, she rushed over, embraced her tightly, and buried her head deeply in her broad chest.

"Ah! What are you doing, woman! Let go of me! I can't breathe! Ah!!"

Jeanne Alter immediately screamed.

With her current physical condition, she could easily break free from Mrs. Isabelle's restraints.

However, she seemed afraid of hurting Mrs. Isabelle and dared not use too much force, so she could not break free and could only let Mrs. Isabelle press her head into her chest with a look of disgust.

Seeing this, Xu Ming found it particularly funny.

It's true that everything has its counter.

Moreover, Xu Ming also discovered that although Black Jeanne looked disgusted on the surface, she actually enjoyed this feeling.

She didn't like the face wash; rather, she enjoyed the maternal love that Mrs. Isabelle gave her, a love she had never experienced before.

Don't let her bad temper and villainous image fool you.

In reality, she's just a child who lacks a sense of belonging and has an awkward personality. Simply put, she's a love-starved, arrogant, and stubborn girl.

Even though she knew perfectly well that Mrs. Isabelle's maternal love was not for her, but for that other woman.

But Jeanne Alter was still somewhat unwilling to let go.

'I'm only doing this to take what rightfully belongs to that woman, it's definitely not for personal enjoyment...'

Jeanne Alter kept trying to find excuses to convince herself.

Xu Ming, who was standing nearby, noticed that when Mrs. Isabelle finally let go of her, a trace of attachment and reluctance appeared in her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Xu Ming's face immediately revealed a subtle smile.

Later, at Mrs. Isabelle's kind invitation, Xu Ming agreed to stay another night.

"It's not that I want to stay here, it's just that there are no hotels nearby..."

"Black Jeanne said somewhat defiantly."

"Yes, yes, I'll make Jeanne's favorite cream soup and beef stew tonight!"

Mrs. Isabelle treated her like a child.

Xu Ming, who was standing to the side, smiled knowingly.

"What are you laughing at!?"

Jeanne Alter was immediately displeased.

She can't do anything about this woman who makes her feel so warm, so why can't she do anything about you, you pretty boy?

"It's nothing, I just remembered something happy."

Xu Ming smiled and spread his hands.

"Hmph! If you dare to plot anything, I'll burn you alive!"

Black Jeanne glared fiercely at Xu Ming.

Although she had no evidence, she intuitively felt that Xu Ming was mocking her.

At that moment, a somewhat rough hand covered the top of Jeanne Alter's head.

"Jeanne, how many times have I told you, girls should be polite."

Mrs. Isabelle said with a gentle smile.

"I, I know! I was just joking with him."

"Black Jeanne said somewhat reluctantly."

Clearly, Jeanne Alter has been completely restrained by Lady Isabella.

As the sun set, Joan of Arc's father returned from outside with Joan's brothers.

Unlike Madame Isabelle, who was unable to control his emotions, Monsieur Jacques remained relatively calm after his initial surprise.

Perhaps this is the difference between maternal and paternal love.

A mother's love is a gentle embrace, while a father's love is a silent support.

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After dinner, Xu Ming saw that it was still early and was about to leave Zhen De's house for a walk in the neighborhood.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jacques also came out.

"Young man, wanna take a walk together?"

Mr. Jacques extended the invitation.

Xu Ming knew immediately that the other party had something to say to him, so he nodded.

The two began to stroll along the main road of the village in the darkness of Dom Remy.

Most of the villagers were still awake at this time. The village was brightly lit, with light from the houses leaking through the windows and illuminating patches of light on the village streets.

Mr. Jacques suddenly sighed.

"That child... isn't actually Jeanne, is she?"

Xu Ming's pupils contracted immediately, and after a moment, he nodded calmly.

"Yes, how did you figure that out?"

Mr. Jacques shook his head with a wry smile.

“It’s not just me, Isa also figured it out a long time ago.”

"Madam noticed it too!?"

Xu Ming was somewhat surprised.

Judging from Lady Isabelle's behavior, she clearly treats Jeanne Alter as her own daughter.

How could parents not recognize their own children?

"..."

Upon hearing Mr. Jacques's meaningful words, Xu Ming fell silent.