Spearman’s Growth Story

In non-combat moments, he mostly spends time like this.

If you go out, the probability of being mad will not only increase, but once an enemy appears, it will become uncontrollable, and you may even fight in the daytime regardless. Therefore, Zhao Huang felt it necessary to live in the church.

Seeing Zhao Huang’s behavior, Jeanne blinked curiously, then ignored his behavior, walked straight to the altar and knelt down. She clasped her hands, bowed her head slightly, and closed her eyelids.

――It is not the activity time for the followers until the night. Even when she was out, she was impossible just and honorable to go to the place where the fighting took place last night. Therefore, Joan decided to pray before saying it.

The feeling is exactly the same as before. At the moment when the prayer started, I seemed to be isolated from the world, even away from the past, future and reality. This is not for a certain purpose, just praying for the Lord. Whenever I do this, my heart will naturally know what to do.

For her, the time of prayer and breathing have the same value. She couldn’t live a day without prayer.

I was born Saintess Joan of Arc as a peasant child during his lifetime, and I don’t even know there are various prayers. Although she tries very hard to remember them, she seems to be born with a lack of ability in reading and writing.

――At best, it can only be signed.

Although she was troubled by this, she finally came to the conclusion that as long as she prayed for the Lord, she would do. It is said that the comrade, Gil de Les, who fought side by side with her, laughed loudly and assured her that “as long as they can write this is enough.”

[This guarantee… From a certain perspective, it is also quite deceptive. ]

If Joan can learn a little more-or simply can’t write her name, what will happen to her?

Putting down the manuscript in his hand, Zhao Huang looked at Saintess quietly kneeling before the altar.

Like a vision, little golden light gathered from all directions moved towards her body, making her holy and awe-inspiring.

Jan of Arc at this time should be the most Saintess time after meeting Zhao Huang. Any words that meet Saint’s definition can be used on her at this time.

The profile of Joan of Arc in prayer has a holy beauty.

Just staring at her profile, the noise in Zhao Huang’s brain began to fade away.

Probably because of the bonus of ruler’s job placement, this effect is much better than that of Amakusa doing morning classes.

Holding up the thick manuscript again, Zhao Huang let himself sink into the opera.

Even if he knew that if he was going to assassinate Joan now, she would definitely die without realizing it because she was praying wholeheartedly, and he didn’t bother to use this hand. Rather, if someone did this, he would definitely stop him.

――According to the rules, fighting is forbidden in the church.

…You should really listen.

022 The wish to be fulfilled

Night falls.

A prayer was achieved at noon, Lord Saintess, it took an afternoon to circulate the whole Sighişoara and mark the place where there were traces of the fighting so that he could come back to restore the scene at night .

The citizens and tourists of Sighişoara don’t know that the murderer who caused the panic has been punished, and they are still in the state of people were alarmed. Therefore, although there are still people coming, people going in the city during the day, the flow of people is not high-everyone who is timid has left the city.

Thanks to this, Joan can find the opportunity to be marked by magic.

Turning the day off, she roughly restored the entire battle process almost in her mind.

The process of this battle, if strictly speaking, can only be described by the word “normal”.

Ordinary encounters, they usually start fighting.

Catch up with each other along the way, and finally stop the footsteps and announce the end of the battle.

Except for the cracks and scorch marks on the walls and floors of nearby buildings, there are no obvious signs of damage. It is hard to imagine that this is a battle involving berserker.

However, this is indeed true.

There are three kinds of magic power remaining in the atmosphere. One of them is the thing of the berserker in the church.

The scorch marks on the ground are probably caused by his flames.

Suspected Red Fang’s master trail not at all appeared. In contrast, Joan found the ordinary person-or the traces of the actions of the lord of the black assassin who was suspected of being knocked down.

Considering that Black said that assassin may have been out of control, it should be no problem to think that this is the lord of the assassin temporary contract.

[As for more detailed information, it seems that I can only ask the participants directly. 】

The power to know this information is also part of the authority of the adjudicator. As long as the participants of the or Saint Cup battle, even berserker has no right to refuse. However, the ruler who asks berserker itself is very strange.

In the evening, Joan returned to the church.

After having dinner with Zhao Huang, Jeanne borrowed the bathroom to wash her body carefully from head to toe.

After night falls, the time for the magician and the servant to act has arrived. As a ruler’s real responsibility, only then began.

Facing the moonlight, berserker and ruler rushed all the way to the spot where the battle took place that night.

This time, not at all. The mist drives out idlers, but they don’t need to do that.

They are not even armed.

“This is the place. Assassin and her lord left.”