Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

“It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of Obsidian, but you should have heard of the Order of the Omniscient Knights,” Jasmine said.

Joan of Arc nodded. The Omniscient Knights—a name known to every Lucerne, every Lucerne child.

That was the highest honor for a Knight of Lucerne.

This is a world that worships seven gods. The Kingdom of Lucerne, where Joan of Arc lived, worships the Omniscient God among the seven gods. Therefore, the church of Lucerne is called the Church of the Omniscient, the chapel of Lucerne is called the Church of the Omniscient, and the Knights of Lucerne are named after the Omniscient, which shows its status in the hearts of the Lucerne people.

When facing enemies, the Omniscient Knights sweep them away like an army of gods; this is common knowledge that every child in Lucerne knows.

This was the era of the Omniscient Knights. All the people of Lucretia grew up hearing tales of the Omniscient Knights and the Omniscient Sword. The dream of every Lucretian boy was to join the Omniscient Knights and become a knight, while the dream of every Lucretian girl was to one day marry a boy from the Omniscient Knights. Their status in the kingdom was unparalleled.

“We are not knights of the Order of the Omniscient, but we have a great deal of connection with them,” Jasmine explained.

“You’re not good at history, let me tell you.” Aaron suddenly interrupted her at this moment.

“Who says I’m bad at history? I’ve always gotten full marks in history!” Jasmine protested.

Aaron ignored her and continued:

"A thousand years ago, the Kingdom of Lucerne only had the Omniscient Knights. They possessed the highest honor of knights and all the virtues of knights: justice, unity, and courage. But nothing in the world is immutable, and the Omniscient Knights were no exception. They failed to remain united."

"Hundreds of years ago, after the death of the Grand Master of the Omniscient Knights, the Knights began to re-select a Grand Master."

"So a problem arose. That generation of the Omniscient Knights was full of talented people, with several powerful candidates, but there could only be one position as the Grand Master, and only one title as the Omniscient Sword. No knight was willing to give up this opportunity, and if this matter was not handled properly, it could even lead to civil war."

"The current king is a wise king, and he came up with a solution to this problem."

"The solution was simple. The king created a new order of knights, named it the Blazing White Knights, and gave it a status equivalent to the Omniscient Knights. Its full name was the Blazing White Light Knights. As a result, no internal strife occurred, and the knight who was not selected became the future leader of the Blazing White Light Knights. He did not receive the title of Omniscient Sword, but he was not required to be subordinate to anyone."

"The king averted internal strife in the kingdom simply by establishing a new order of knights; he was known for his wisdom and forgiveness."

"Then comes the story of our Obsidian Knights. Although it is called the founding, we are just repeating the historical drama of splitting up. However, our Obsidian Knights were founded fifteen years ago, making us the youngest of all the knight orders. The person who founded it is our current leader."

“Although we are the youngest knightly order, with only fifteen years of history, we have never felt that our status is lower than that of other knightly orders,” Jasmine interjected, a confident expression on her face.

"Back to me, I'm neither the commander nor the deputy commander. My position isn't that high, but I do have some status," Aaron said.

Hearing this, Jasmine sighed. She knew that Aaron hadn't finished speaking. Although he was only the third seat, everyone knew that he had a close relationship with the current leader and was the current leader's best student.

Many believe that if the current commander steps down, Aaron could become the future commander of the Obsidian Knights, potentially gaining control of the entire order.

If that time really comes, Aaron will be a figure second only to the king in the kingdom. In the kingdom, only someone like the All-Knowing Sword can have a higher status than him, which is why Aaron's status in Asgard is so special.

Nowadays, Aaron is occasionally summoned to the palace by the king. This is considered a great honor, and it seems that the king intends to groom Aaron, so no one dares to underestimate him.

Joan of Arc nodded thoughtfully. She was only 13 years old and didn't understand many things.

Then, Joan of Arc leaned back in her chair, exhaustion washing over her from head to toe. She was too tired; the blessing had drained her of energy. She quickly fell into a deep sleep again. Seeing Joan of Arc's sleeping face, Aaron and Jasmine both kept quiet, not wanting to disturb the young woman.

I wonder what kind of dream she'll have. At this moment, this clueless girl probably doesn't even know how special she is. The girl with three blessings caused such a stir in the church. The girl the king prophesied about—soon these news will spread throughout the kingdom, and the kingdom and its nobles will all receive this message.

Becoming too famous all at once isn't a good thing for Joan of Arc; all sorts of problems will arise. But she has that person by her side; he will protect her, so there's no need to worry too much, Jasmine thought.

*

When Joan of Arc woke up, she found herself lying on an unfamiliar sofa. She opened her eyes warily and looked around like a wild animal.

She lay in a cozy wooden cabin, the walls of which were decorated with various items such as antlers, famous paintings, and bouquets of lilacs. The charcoal in the fireplace crackled and burned, illuminating the entire cabin with a red and bright glow.

The room was cluttered with various food jars, honey, cheese, and sweet wine. Some unfinished food and clothes were casually placed on the table, indicating that they lived a wealthy life. Next to the fireplace was a recliner with knitting sticks and a half-knitted ball of wool on it. The recliner was still rocking slightly, as if someone had just been sitting on it knitting a sweater.

Joan of Arc looked at the scene in the room and felt that it gave her a simple feeling of home.

Is this the teacher's house? Joan wondered as she scanned the room. Just then, she heard a woman's voice.

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"Ah, finally awake?"

A woman sat down on the bed to check on Joan of Arc's condition.

She was a very beautiful woman. The first thing Joan of Arc noticed was the warm fragrance emanating from her body, and her beautiful long red hair, like red maple leaves. When she sat on the bed, her red hair naturally spread out on the bed, like fragrant grass, exuding a pleasant scent.

She was a very beautiful woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but she didn't give off the air of a noble lady. On the contrary, when the woman's hand touched her, she exuded a boyish, straightforward energy.

Although she appeared brisk, her movements were actually quite delicate. She gently stroked Joan's face and examined Joan's pupils. Joan felt that her hands were warm and gave her a very comfortable feeling.

After a while, Joan of Arc came to her senses and realized that this was indeed unlikely to be the room of a man living alone, because most of the clothes scattered around the room were women's, the water cups were pink and white with a girlish feel, and there was a woman's dressing table in the room. This was not the place Joan of Arc thought, but this woman's home.

"Why hasn't she said a word since she woke up? Aaron, come and take a look," the woman said, puzzled.

At that moment, the familiar figure emerged from the kitchen, a bread knife in his hand. He had changed out of his Obsidian Knights uniform and was now wearing a loose-fitting sweater. Jeanne noticed that his sweater was the same style as the red-haired woman's.

Looking at the clothes the two were wearing, Joan of Arc's heart skipped a beat. The same style of sweater, their demeanor at home—they looked so much like a family, or at least very familiar people.

"She doesn't even know you. Of course, she wouldn't know what to say when she wakes up and sees a stranger." As he spoke, Aaron took a bread knife and went back to the kitchen. His voice carried through the kitchen, and there was a faint clanging sound coming from the room. Aaron was actually cooking.

“Oh, I see. My name is Aurelia Bessett. You have already acknowledged Aaron as your teacher, and I am your teacher’s teacher.”

"The teacher's teacher?"

"Yes, I am not only his teacher, but also his boss."

"Then you are..."

“Yes.” Aurelia placed her palm on her chest. “I am Aurelia, the captain of the Obsidian Knights.”

"I never imagined that Aaron would one day be taking on students like me. Is this a kind of passing on of the torch? Don't you think so, Aaron?"

"Don't be shy. You are his student, and he is also my student. Just make yourself at home here."

"Home……"

Evening, in a warm room.

“Your church registration is complete. You’ll be joining the church soon, and once you’ve settled in, we’ll let you officially start school,” Aurelia said with a smile. “A 13-year-old really does need to be in school.”

"After that... am I going to school?" Joan of Arc was surprised. Ever since she was brought to Esgard, she had been following the king's orders. From meeting the king to receiving the blessing, she had not even hoped that she would survive. She never thought that she could go to school like other children.

"His Majesty already knows about your blessing, and he has allowed you to join the church and become a saint."

"Saintess?" For a 13-year-old, she didn't yet know what the word "saintess" meant.

“Everything else is secondary. Becoming a saint is a good thing, but you’re not completely free…” Aurelia hesitated for a moment before saying, “For example… you might not be able to go back to see your mother…”

Joan of Arc shook her head: "It's alright. I was prepared before I entered Esgard. I've already said goodbye to my mother properly."

Joan of Arc showed no sign of grievance or sadness; she remained unusually calm. This calmness in a 13-year-old girl saddened Aurelia.

If a 13-year-old child is so strong, how could she show weakness? So she changed to a more cheerful tone and said, "It's okay, just treat this place as your home. After becoming a saint, your cultural literacy can't be too low, otherwise how can you teach people to believe in God? So you have to study hard, and one day you will be able to see your mother."

“But I…” Joan of Arc was illiterate. Her only educational experience was attending school for a few days when she was a child. Reading was a luxury for her and most of the children in the village.

“It’s okay, everything has to start. I’ll teach you how to write your own name.” Aaron, who had been silent all along, suddenly said. Aurelia had no idea what he was up to until she discovered that he had actually gotten his hands on a preschool textbook.

“Preschool textbooks? Aren’t these for toddlers who are just learning to read? Are you sure you didn’t pick up the wrong textbooks?” Aurelia said.

Aaron shook his head at Aurelia, pulled up a table and chairs, and sat down opposite Joan of Arc.

Of course, what he wanted to do was not just teach her to write her name. While teaching her to write, he also took the opportunity to test Joan of Arc's knowledge level and see how much foundation she actually had.

As Aaron had expected, Joan of Arc was essentially illiterate; she couldn't even write her own name. She hadn't learned anything in the village and hadn't attended school for many days. She spent most of her time doing farm work and helping her mother with chores, which was the norm in the village. Joan of Arc was considered one of the more intelligent people in the village.

On the bright side, Joan of Arc was essentially a blank sheet of paper, untouched by anyone, allowing her to start from the purest point. How well she learned depended entirely on how she chose to paint on that blank sheet.

On the negative side, Joan of Arc had no basic knowledge whatsoever; her knowledge was less than that of a primary school student, making her undeniably illiterate.

In Aaron's previous world, 13 years old was already the age to start junior high school. Can you imagine a junior high school student who can't even write his own name, yet has to take the college entrance exam six years later?

Furthermore, getting her into a prestigious university and truly becoming a highly skilled student would likely be difficult even with the world's best teachers.

However, if a study plan were to be developed, the task would undoubtedly be extremely arduous.

What she needed most was a general education, followed by the acquisition of knowledge. Moreover, in this country, it was not enough to master only one language. In addition to Lucerne, Joan of Arc needed to master one or two other languages.

In addition to language, general knowledge, and common sense, Joan of Arc also needed to understand etiquette, theology, and art, which was not superfluous for her.

She was a saintess appointed by the king, so theological knowledge was essential for her. As a saintess, she would need to interact with nobles in the future, so she would also need to learn noble etiquette. To interact with nobles, she would need to have something to talk about and know what they were saying. Therefore, she would also need to understand some art and philosophy in order to integrate into the kingdom and socialize with people.

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Besides basic skills, she needed to learn how to use supernatural powers, which was even more important than anything else. Aaron knew very well that supernatural powers were the foundation of Joan of Arc's existence.

With so little time and so many things to do, it makes one want to fill every moment, causing anxiety for the person making the plans.

“Three hours,” Aaron said to Joan, controlling his anxiety.

"What?" Joan of Arc, who had been hanging her head in dejection, looked up.

“What I mean is, from now on you only need to study for three hours a day. Leave the rest to me. I will use that time to teach you various other things and help you fill in the gaps in your foundation, and then that will be fine,” Aaron said in a relaxed tone.

Three hours of study? It doesn't sound difficult, it even sounds easy, but is three hours really enough? Joan of Arc thought that if she wanted to open her mind, she would have to spend ten hours a day studying, and it would be very hard work, putting in a lot of effort every day.

"Three hours is the limit of how much time a person can concentrate on studying in a day. Exceeding this time is meaningless. Of course, in order to study efficiently, you must concentrate fully on these three hours and bring out the best energy of the day."

"As for the rest of the time, it will be very useful as well. I will take you to the wilderness, to museums, to churches, to the Knights, and to explore Esgard. I will take you to these places, and you will learn much more than from books."

Joan of Arc was stunned. She hadn't expected her teacher to devise such a plan for her. It didn't seem like studying; it seemed more like playing.

"These are my requirements for you. As long as you can do these things well, you will become a qualified saintess, no worse than anyone else, and you can stand tall and proud in front of anyone."

"Will the teacher come to teach me personally?" Joan of Arc seemed to have grasped the key information. She was not interested in the matter of the saintess, but she was very interested in the matter of the teacher.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?" Aaron asked with a smile.

Joan shook her head frantically: "How could I not want to? I want to stay by my teacher's side forever. My teacher rescued me from the village, bought medicine for my mother, and helped me settle my family. Even if I were to die now, I would have no regrets... I am already very grateful to my teacher, but..."

Joan of Arc, head bowed, clutched her skirt. "But... I'm just a useless country girl... To tell you the truth, teacher... I didn't even finish elementary school, I don't even know many words, and I'm also very stupid... Whether it's academic performance or anything else, I can't compare to the smart kids in the village... Am I really worth all this time, teacher...?"

Joan's voice trailed off, her head bowed, silent. The more she thought about it, the more inferior she felt. Her teacher was a remarkable person, while she was just a village girl with no special skills and not particularly bright. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been caught by the villagers while fetching water, needing her teacher to rescue her, needing her teacher to kill over a hundred villagers, and even causing her teacher to offend a duke... This matter was sure to cause a lot of trouble...

Moreover, she often couldn't understand what her teacher meant, even though she tried her best to understand; she always had to memorize it by rote to remember even a little bit. Speaking of luck, the greatest luck of her life was meeting her teacher. She felt that meeting her teacher had used up all her luck; if she hadn't met her teacher, she would probably have been caught by the villagers and burned at the stake…

Why should someone like me make the teacher spend so much time on me?

"Joan of Arc, do you like it here?" Aaron suddenly asked.

"You like it here?" Joan of Arc asked, puzzled. "Do you mean Esgard?"

Aaron shook his head: "It's Asgard, but it's not just Asgard, I mean," Aaron gestured with his hand, "the whole country."

"It includes the glamorous Esgard you saw, the Queen Street I took you to, the fine restaurants and the palace, the village of Remia where you stayed, the villagers who wanted to burn you alive, the bandits we encountered along the way, the lords who set up checkpoints on the road to extort tolls from us, and the villages we passed through along the way, and the villagers who were not exactly kind."

Joan of Arc was stunned. This seemed like a very difficult question, too profound for a girl of only thirteen. But Joan of Arc also felt that it was a very simple question. Isn't it only natural to love one's own country? After all, one's motherland is like a mother. Even if it has many flaws, one still loves her.