Spearman’s Growth Story

If she believes in the Lord, would she think Amakusa’s approach is wrong?

Zhao Huang is not Saint, so he doesn’t know.

But because of this, he will not attack Jeanne again until Amakusa explains to him.

Don’t say thank you very much. I was slipped for so long that day, but it actually left a shadow in Zhao Huang’s heart—you can’t do anything if you don’t have a curse, so go up and invite humiliation to what oneself is doing?

So, unless Zhao Huang finds a way to defeat Joan, he will not waste time anymore.

“Come with me, holy girl. Now I am the only one in this church. You may also know that there is a priest in the Red Square’s lord. I will arrange the room for you.”

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“…Okay. I’m grateful.”

After thinking for a while, Jeanne finally decided to trust her instincts.

So, she disarmed and followed Zhao Huang.

021 The morning spent with Saintess

I have no words for a night.

After a good night’s rest and relaxation, Joan woke up in the smell of food the next morning.

“Um…Is the priest or nun in this church coming back so early?”

Rubbing his eyes, Master Saintess patted his cheek, so he was completely awake .

Because she is the body of the saint, there is not much difference between her work and rest when she was a human. At the very least, she can’t do the same as she did when she was a pure follower. She doesn’t need metabolism or sleep.

Even, in order to be able to move better, she must eat a lot to meet the needs of the body.

Pushing open the door, Joan of Arc, wearing a uniform from a church school somewhere in France, walked through the atrium from the corridor to the side hall of the church.

The scent of food she smelled in the room came from over there.

Jan of Arc, who grew up in the countryside since childhood, was not at all the good days of abundance in his short life. Therefore, she will not boast how much she knows about food. However, just by smelling this smell, Joan is convinced by instinct that this is definitely not a German cooking style.

Unfortunately, the knowledge given to her by the Holy Grail does not include cuisines from all over the world, so the girl couldn’t guess the authenticity of this taste until she pushed open the wooden door of the side hall.

“Oh? Did you get up, Saintess. That’s right, just in time for the meal. Go and sit at the table and wait a while. The meal will be ready soon.”

――Unfortunately, Saintess guessed wrong. Those who are here are neither priests nor nuns. It was a berserker with scarlet pupils.

Only then did she remember that the berserker had said last night that there was a priest in the lord of the red side. And the current manager of this church should be the priest.

So, Joan quietly reflected on her relaxation and carelessness, and obediently went to sit down at the table.

In a short while, a few dishes and two bowls of rice were brought to the table.

It’s been a long time since Zhao Huang got another chance to cook. Even if Joan did not say clearly, he guessed from the point of “needing sleep” that she also needs metabolism.

So, before dawn, the boring berserker just started cooking. Fortunately, because Amakusa is also a meat recipient and also has a physical relationship, there is no shortage of ingredients in the church, and many of them are only used in Eastern cuisine.

With these materials, Zhao Huang played a wave.

Highly improved physical ability, even if he cooks according to the recipe in his memory, the deliciousness is incomparable. Obviously, the basic skills have been slack for so long, but the precision of the movements is still beyond the past.

At the same time, in order to take care of Joan of Arc, the faithful Saint, Zhao Huang took care to avoid the taboos in the doctrine and choose dishes suitable for European-style tableware, and it was a little troublesome to put everything in a small plate. The dishes are served in duplicate.

――Yes, he also plans to have breakfast.

It’s rare to cook once. I don’t know when this kind of opportunity will happen again. How can I not enjoy it myself.

When these meals were all placed in front of Joan of Arc, the aroma of the first experience made her hunger reach the limit. However, she still maintained a decent posture.

Zhao Huang, who set up the food, sat down across from Joan, watched Joan close his eyes and prayed. After she finished praying, the two began to eat silently.

“How does it taste?”

Suddenly, berserker throws a question abruptly.

“…very delicious.”

Replied reflexively, Jeanne indulged in breakfast without looking up. With each bite, the constricted stomach expands, and the more you eat, the stronger the feeling of fasting.

“Really…If you want to eat, there is more.”

I guessed it would be like this–Zhao Huang smiled while eating.

“Then, I’m welcome.”

This is Master Saintess’s immediate answer without confusion.

Jan of Arc, who was originally a farm girl, is the Great Appetite King who does not flinch from the wild soldiers with extremely strong appetites. This time, when she encountered an exotic breakfast for the first time, she naturally had to have a good time to be considered etiquette.

After eating, the two of them cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks together.

Zhao Huang found out a fresh manuscript borrowed from Shakespeare, and randomly found a chair in the church to sit down.