Dark Soul Moon

Although he said he wanted to train his daughter, Jacques still didn't want Joan to suffer.

The jobs usually given to Jeanne are also relatively easy jobs, such as herding sheep, such as following him around to collect taxes.

"Hey, Dad, does this necklace belong to our family?"

Joan spotted a modest gold necklace in a small chest.

The necklace consists of an iron chain with a dull ring.

For some reason, Joan of Arc felt a warm feeling like the sun from that ring.

When she felt it again, the sun-like feeling was gone.

"?"

The young Joan of Arc felt that it should be her own illusion.

How can a ring feel like the sun?

"Oh, this necklace should have been obtained by our ancestors from somewhere."

Jacques looked at the necklace and recalled it.

He smiled: "If you like it, just wear it."

"Your grandfather once told me that the rings on this necklace were rings worn by unknown kings of the old past."

"How did Grandpa know?"

Joan looked at her father curiously.

"Your grandfather heard about it from your great-grandfather. It can be regarded as a story passed down from generation to generation in our family."

"So is it true?"

It was said that Joan's eyes sparkled, and she was very interested in fairy tales during her innocent childhood.

"Who knows? Although it is said to be a ring worn by an unknown king in ancient times, there is nothing special about it, so your grandfather kept this necklace."

"Since you are interested, then this necklace is for you, Jeanne."

Jacques put down the box, stroked Joan's head, and smiled after rubbing her hair into a mess.

Joan picked up the necklace and put it on her body.

As soon as the ring touched her body, Joan felt a warm feeling coming from the contact point.

Physical fatigue seems to have eased a lot.

"..."

This necklace seems to really have a story!Joan thought excitedly.

Out of childish possessiveness, she decided to keep it her little secret.

"Jeanne? Joan?"

Jacques' voice woke Joan from her own thoughts.

"Are you too tired? Do you want to take a break?"

What caught my eye was my father's worried face.

Jeanne shook her head.

"I'm not tired, Dad."

She picked up the trivial items, put them in a box, and hugged the box.

"Then come with me, Joan. Take these things home."

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Lying in the shade, Joan's eyes were on the verge of closing and opening.

After helping her father move things, she went to herd the sheep.

Listening to the "bleat" of the flock, coupled with some hot weather.

Joan of Arc leaned against the tree trunk, shaking her head little by little, feeling a little sleepy.

"Well, just sleep for a while..."

She thought vaguely, and then fell asleep.

"Huh...huh..."

Opening her eyes again, Jeanne found herself in an unknown place.

The ground was dark, and there was no light around.

Moreover, she also heard the sound of "swishling", as if the sound of insects walking.

The young Joan of Arc showed a frightened expression.

"Where is this place? I seem to be... asleep?"

She tried hard to recall everything before.