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The previous "Joan of Arc" was as gloomy as darkness.

At this moment, Joan of Arc is as holy as light.

Mashu was now certain of one thing—they were not the same person.

The pink-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief when she realized this, and then immediately apologized.

"sorry."

"I was reckless."

"It's okay." Joan of Arc generously forgave Mash's behavior.

"I can see that you are doing this to protect your companions."

"but--"

There was some worry in Jeanne's blue eyes.

"Looking at you like this... the other 'me' should be very powerful, right?"

"Yes."

Knowing that the Jeanne in front of her was the "friendly party" mentioned by Olga Marie during the contact, Mashu no longer planned to hide anything.

She reported truthfully what had happened to her and Ian.

"Is such that……"

A few minutes later.

Everyone who learned what happened from Mashu seemed a little surprised.

"Mashu, are you sure?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka was the first to shout, "That Jeanne d'Arc can control the dragons of this era?!"

"Yeah." The pink-haired girl nodded, "I did see this happen with my own eyes."

"She...can control the dragon freely!"

"Is that a dragon like that?!" Mordred gestured to the evil dragon he had seen outside the forest before.

Although it seemed a bit abstract, Mashu still roughly understood it.

She nodded:

"Yes."

"It seems you have encountered those dragons as well."

Completely different from what Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mordred care about, Jeanne seems to be more touched by the burned down Domremy Village.

She looked at the ruins at the foot of the hill and sighed.

"The village...is gone."

Mashu, who was very thoughtful, heard her words and after hesitating for a moment, she asked cautiously.

"that--"

"Ms. Jeanne, is this village something very important to you?"

"..."

Jeanne forced a wry smile.

“Well, this is where I was born.”

"what?!"

As Mordred shouted, everyone's eyes turned to Joan of Arc.

There is no doubt that her words just now revealed a fact - that is, another "Joan of Arc" destroyed Joan of Arc's hometown.

"..."

The saint clenched the white flag in her hand.

The girl's expression seemed a little complicated - she really didn't like this village, but she never hoped it would end like this.

"Everyone is dead."

"Eh... that's not the case." Mashu replied in a low voice, "Senior and I did save some people."

"only--"

"Not much, that's right."

"I see." Joan of Arc nodded slightly towards Mash to express her gratitude.

"Thank you so much."

"Nothing." Mash waved her hand.

"Alas." Mordred sighed, "What should I do now?"

"Since my Master was taken away by a dragon... where can I find him now?"

"..."

Everyone was silent, only Joan of Arc spoke at this moment.

"Don't worry, I think I can find him."

"Really?!" Mordred gave him an excited look.

"real."

The Saint nodded, and then looked at the Master's Command Spell on the back of her hand that was glowing red.

"It... is guiding me."

A few hours later.

Late at night, Sarathari.

Ian looked at Black Jeanne who was sleeping beside him and felt somewhat relieved.

Although she said she would do it again later.

But when the man returned to the room, he found her naked and asleep on the bed.

It was obvious that she wanted to take action as soon as she got back.

This guy really wants to squeeze himself dry...

However, out of caution, Ian did not leave immediately. Instead, he waited for a long time and made sure that the other party was really asleep before he prepared to proceed to the next step.

He had not forgotten what Atalanta had said.

What on earth could make her lose all sense of shame and break into the bathroom when Black Jeanne was not around?

Men are quite curious about this.

Thinking that it was about time, Ian quietly got out of bed and left the room without making a sound.

He headed all the way to the top floor.

The moment he arrived, he saw Atalanta.

but--

The situation was completely beyond Ian's expectations.

In the moonlight, Atalanta looked at the man who arrived as promised and actually approached him on her own initiative.

She spoke with a somewhat shy but extremely firm tone:

"Ian, make a deal with me."

"What a deal."

"Like this." Atalanta pressed Ian's hand to her chest.

"You can do whatever you want with me until dawn."

"But after that—"

"You have to help me save all the children in this city."

225. Corruption of the Cat Girl/Atalanta's Hidden Attribute/Special Operation Plan (4k)

Atalanta's request for peace was quite straightforward.

That's the level where once you agree, you can start working with her right here.

As a healthy man, Ian certainly didn't say that he was so cold and had no sexual interest in such things.

But he is definitely not a person whose upper body will malfunction once his lower body starts functioning.

The man first pulled his hand away from Atalanta's flat chest, then took a small step back to keep a safe distance from the cat girl.

"Your deal does sound tempting."

"but--"

"It also sounds dangerous, so I refuse."

Ian's answer stunned Atalanta.

Obviously, she never expected that the other party would choose to avoid her when she was so proactive.

"What's the danger?!" Cat Lady said anxiously, "I just want you to do me a favor!"

"I know."

Ian's thoughts were not as confused as Atalanta's anxiety.

He accurately captured the important information in the other party's words just now.

"But you clearly said... that you wanted me to help save the children in Saratari, right?"

"you--"

The man's eyes sharpened as he spoke.

"Did they know in advance that they would be harmed?"

"..."

Atalanta's tail stood up - she realized that what she had just said seemed to reveal too much information.

Naturally, Ian noticed all of these obvious changes.

He knows his predictions.

"Tell the truth—" the man looked directly at her, "if you really want to ask me for help."

Atalanta's cat ears drooped.

That was the reaction she would show when her weakness was completely caught.

Her throat was moving slightly, and it took her a long time to stammer out a sentence.

"It was... when you and the Master... were taking a bath together."

"Well, then, then what?"

"Then… I was eavesdropping outside."

"..."

To be fair, Ian was not surprised at all by Atalanta's answer, and he even felt it was reasonable.

The reason is simple.

Black Jeanne had just left the bathroom when she rushed in.

If there was no action involved, he would never believe that it was such a coincidence.

But if this is the case—

New problems also arise.

"So you listened to the whole process outside?" Ian finally pointed out the key point.

"..."