Manager, give me a membership card too!

Luo Xia glanced at the girl with the bun hairstyle who was looking at him expectantly, and then at the Mapo Tofu in front of him that looked like it was burning.

Subconsciously swallowing, Luo Xia finally couldn't resist his curiosity and picked up the utensils that Ba had prepared beforehand. He tentatively scooped out a small spoonful, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in his mouth.

fire!

combustion!

Luo Xia felt as if he was putting a piece of burning coal into his mouth, rather than a dish made of chili peppers and tofu!

hot!

Spicy!

Extremely spicy!

It's as intensely spicy as pricking your tongue a thousand times with a toothpick and then sprinkling salt on it.

He felt like he was on fire, and large beads of sweat visibly appeared on his smooth forehead.

As expected, this specially made super spicy Mapo Tofu is spicier than the "lethal dose" of spiciness!

Rorschach should have pushed him away from a distance...

But this Mapo Tofu is just so delicious!

An indescribable deliciousness, a blend of multiple exquisite flavors that burst forth in the mouth all at once.

spoonful after spoonful

can not stop at all!

"How does it taste? My cooking skills, please?"

The warm, gentle Sichuan dialect came from Ba's mouth. Although it was a question, the answer was clear from Rorschach's tireless movements; the continued questioning was simply a proud chef hoping to hear praise from his guests.

The fiery sensation on his lips rendered Rorschach speechless. The terrifying spiciness was enough to affect even his demigod-like body, a truly chilling thought. However, his inability to speak didn't prevent him from expressing his satisfaction; a raised thumb said it all.

Five stars! I'd like another one!!

I'm trying to write about my daily life; I don't know if you'll like it. There are many illnesses lately, so please remember to wear masks when you go out and avoid crowded places. Protect yourselves, don't take chances, safety is the most important thing. That's all ヽ(oωo )ゝ Thank you to Tianyizhong~Xiaoji, key97, Benqian, and Dove.. for your recommendation votes, thank you~ Thank you key97 for the monthly ticket.

Chapter Ten: Zhen'ai!

Chapter Ten: Wife!

Chapter Ten: Wife!

Waving goodbye to the reluctant woman in her cheongsam, Luo Xia, carrying takeout for Matou Kariya in one hand and holding the hand of the sleeping loli Sakura who had been fed by the young lady in the other, strolled leisurely through the commercial street of Fuyuki City.

I bought some snacks for Sakura, some small accessories for her, and a cute white dress for her.

Ah, Sakura is so cute! Did she grow up eating cuteness? When I have my own daughter in the future, she'll definitely be a cute child too... right?

For some reason, Luo Xia always felt that if he had a daughter, something terrible would happen.

No, no!

Luo Xia shook his head. His future marriage partner had to be a gentle and virtuous girl like Joan of Arc. Good figure, good temper, good personality, good character, good looks, and sound values. A girl like that would definitely be very successful in raising children. Unfortunately, such perfect women are so rare.

Take, for example, that girl handing out flyers not far ahead. Her golden braids, as dazzling as ripe wheat, are like Joan of Arc's; her figure, as full and alluring as a ripe peach, is like Joan of Arc's; her long, shapely legs in white stockings are like Joan of Arc's; and her beautiful face, as delicate yet strong, strong yet courageous, is like Joan of Arc's...

Rorschach: "?"

Rorschach: "?!"

Rorschach: "!!!"

"Joan of Arc!? It really is Joan of Arc!? A living Joan of Arc!!!"

Look! Look! A fitted white sleeveless shirt with a small black tie, black hot pants, white stockings that slightly reflect the light, and small leather shoes!

God, have you seen that sacred absolute realm?

Did you see that slight frown on his brow because he couldn't hand out any flyers?

Did you see that shy expression on her face when she clutched her stomach because she was hungry?

Ah! Wei! Is dead!

"Sakura, just stay here and don't move. I'm going to find you a godmother. I'll be right back!"

Sakura Matou: "?"

Meow meow meow?

...........

Miss Joan of Arc is very troubled lately, extremely troubled. She has been here for almost three days, and for those three days she has been studying one thing.

who am I?

Yes, she has amnesia.

Aside from knowing her name was 'Jeanne Dalque,' Joan of Arc knew nothing about her past. She didn't know her age, her hometown, could find no one she knew, and had no clue about her past.

Feeling lost~

However, before resolving her identity issues and finding meaning in her life, Joan of Arc had a very troublesome matter to deal with.

Eating.

Humans get hungry, they get thirsty, and they need a safe place to rest.

Unfortunately, Miss Joan of Arc had none of these things; apart from a set of clothes and a silver cross, she had not a single penny on her.

She would never dine and dash or rob someone; such things disgusted her from the bottom of her heart. However, without identification, someone who couldn't even write their own name properly couldn't find a legitimate job.

However, good people always have good luck. After defeating three waves of scoundrels who wanted to lure her into some kind of indescribable place, Miss Jeanne finally found a job that suited her.

Distribute flyers

No education, no experience, not even identification is required. This is a simple job that all you need is a cute little face.

However, even such a simple task was extremely difficult for Lady Joan of Arc.

When it comes to discussing combat or engaging in doctrinal debates, Jenny Darke is undoubtedly one of the world's leading experts.

But when it comes to handing out flyers, Jeanne d'Arc was definitely a newcomer among newcomers.

Joan of Arc, with her gentle nature, dislike of forcing others, and aversion to causing trouble for others, was not suited for a job that was essentially a nuisance to pedestrians.

This resulted in Joan of Arc achieving very poor results today, except for a few people with ulterior motives who took the initiative to talk to her.

Forget about commissions, even whether or not they get their base salary depends on that bald president's attitude.

Thinking that her last meal was a dessert given to her by a kind old lady yesterday, and having not eaten for a day and a night, Miss Joan pitifully touched her hungry belly, her heart filled with pessimism about the future.

Should we seek help from the local church?

The thought crossed Joan of Arc's mind when she was at her wit's end, but she shook her head the next moment.

No, priests are busy saving believers every day; they must be very busy. I shouldn't bother them with my personal matters.

Having abandoned her plan to seek help at the Fuyuki Church, Miss Joan of Arc began to worry about her future livelihood. Just as she was pondering what other ways she could support herself, a gaze that was intense, strong, and extremely fierce shot towards her from directly in front of her.

Without any concealment, hesitation, confusion, or retreat, his gaze was open and unabashed as he stared at the somewhat astonished Jeanne, leaving her momentarily at a loss.

Rorschach's robust body parted the crowd, his steps steady, and he arrived before the somewhat astonished Joan of Arc with an inexplicable aura.

He stretched out his large hands and took those delicate (?) hands without hesitation, holding them tightly with his large hands, his expression solemn and dignified.

"I've finally found you!!"

"Huh??? Huh~~~~~!!!!"

......

In the quiet café, Jeanne d'Arc sat somewhat awkwardly opposite Rorschach, with a bewildered little girl named Sakura beside them.

Her slender, fair hands unconsciously stirred the coffee cup in her hand. Miss Joan of Arc's face was flushed, and she dared not look at the man across the table.

“According to Mr. Rorschach, I am your friend. I disappeared on my way to Japan to meet you, and you have been searching for me for a long time until you finally found me today.”

The girl's eyes darted around, and her tone was filled with uncertainty. Compared to Joan of Arc's hesitant and disbelieving attitude, Rorschach's stance was much clearer and more decisive. He first nodded, then shook his head, before speaking with a resolute tone:

“You are indeed my friend. We are close friends. You can think of Joan of Arc as a close friend.”

You're not only my best friend, but also my wife, albeit a two-dimensional character in a game.

"I have indeed been searching for you for a long time, a very long time."

I did search for a long time. The first gold card I got when I started playing FGO was Joan of Arc. You could even say that I liked this character long before I even played the game.

That's why, even though pioneering with the Saintess wasn't a great choice, and even seemed somewhat thankless and arduous, Luo Xia persisted. Even when characters like Jeanne Alter, Jeanne d'Arc, and Jeanne d'Arc (both Berserker and Whale versions) appeared in the game later, he didn't hesitate to tighten his belt and empty his wallet.

Unfortunately, once you're African, you can never escape the Afrikaans' abyss. He got the Black and White Village Girl, and he also successfully obtained Rorschach through the event for Tongzhen and Kuangzhen, but he just couldn't get his wife's swimsuit. This matter was a lingering resentment in his heart, and he was still thinking about it even on his deathbed.

But all that is in the past now. A living Joan of Arc stands before him! She breathes, has body temperature, and her body is soft and supple—a living person! Having already failed once, Rorschach is not prepared to fail a second time.

I need to figure out a way to marry the woman in front of me.jpg

Ilya is so cute.jpg

I originally wanted to describe the feeding play in detail, but I thought it would be too watery, so I passed on it. Whale Jeanne is truly a lifelong regret for me; to this day, I can only drool over other people's Whale Jeanne in support battles. Thanks to the Underworld Goddess Ereshkigal~, Book Guest 63384084875, Heavenly Wing Seed~Little Lucky, and myself for the recommendation votes, thank you everyone.

Chapter Eleven: Jenny Dark

Chapter Eleven: Jenny Dark

Chapter 11

(This Jeanne d'Arc is a transformation of Rorschach's FGO mascot; I'm informing all readers in advance.)

Rorschach's gaze was intense and fiery, making Joan of Arc, who was sitting opposite him, somewhat uneasy. She twisted her slender and beautiful fingers and pointed out the flaw in Rorschach's words with incisive insight.

"Even if you say that, it doesn't prove you're right. Yesterday, a kind old lady warned me that many people would try to trick a girl like me into marrying her. You need to provide more evidence for me to believe you."

Hearing Joan of Arc's hesitant "resistance," Rorschach's expression was quite subtle. He wanted to say that the old woman was right; with Joan of Arc's beautiful appearance, she was beyond what many people could describe as someone who would simply be tricked into taking home.

But how should I put it? She truly lives up to her reputation as a 'village girl' who knows nothing but fighting, praying, and farm work. Although she says she has doubts, her expression and tone clearly show that she already believes it. She's so easy to fool. The two easiest women to win over in Chaldea are indeed well-deserved.

No, no, this innocent saint is just too cute! Did you grow up eating cuteness like Sakura? You're already a woman with an outrageous figure, yet you still have a heart as pure as a child's?

It's too dangerous to leave such a pure child out there; we must carefully protect her and prevent her crystal-clear heart from being tainted.

Having made up his mind, Rorschach once again put on a friendly smile; he had long ago prepared a way to deal with this simple problem.

"Joan of Arc, whose real name is Jeanne d'Arc, is 19 years old and 159 cm tall. She was born on January 6, 1974 (counting backwards) in Domrémy-la-Pucelle, France. Her father is Jacques d'Arc and her mother is Isabelle Romée."

Your family owns a 50-acre farm in your hometown, and your father is a minor local official whose main job is to help collect taxes and maintain order.

Furthermore, Joan of Arc, your favorite thing to do is pray, and your least favorite thing is reading; after all, those complicated symbols are too soporific, aren't they?

After recounting a long list of information about Joan of Arc as if it were his own treasure, Rorschach's face was full of a victorious smile.

"There's some other information that's rather private. Are you sure you want me to say it here, Joan of Arc?"

Seeing the meaningful look on the man's face, Joan of Arc panicked again. She had no memories of her past; all she remembered was the name Jeanne Darcy. If this man truly was her 'closest friend' and knew some private secrets, wouldn't it be...?

For some reason, she remembered the strange information she had accidentally seen in a strange magazine she carried with her when she was beating up some delinquents a couple of days ago. Jeanne's fair face turned bright red, making her look extremely cute.

"Truly a feast for the eyes, thank you for the treat."

Silently taking in the beautiful scenery before him, Luo Xia instructed the system to prepare a special folder for him to keep. Incidentally, there were several other folders of the same kind, one of which was named Matou Sakura and contained all the cute moments that Sakura unintentionally showed.

"No, no need! No need! I believe you! I believe you, okay?!"

Her anxious voice conveyed her attitude, but when Joan of Arc realized what she was saying, her expression became awkward again.

Knowing that the saintess before him lacked common sense, was excessively naive, and could even be described as foolishly innocent, his years of wartime caution would still subconsciously keep her on guard. Only by completely breaking down this layer of wariness could Rorschach successfully bring the lovely Jeanne d'Arc home.

With his strong arms resting on the table, Rorschach clenched his fists and placed his thumbs in front of his mouth, striking a pose often reserved for Commander Ikari. Even his voice became inexplicably mysterious.

“Joan of Arc, if I remember correctly, you should have a natural ability to judge the advantages and disadvantages of a situation for yourself, and even vaguely predict the future.”

"Whoa!"

Rorschach's revelation seemed to have startled Joan of Arc, to the point that the saintess was now looking at him with a suspicious gaze.

"Surprised?"

Rorschach raised his eyebrows smugly and said meaningfully to the saintess, "I said I know everything about you, Joan of Arc. Your past, your present, your future, everything about you. I know you so well, even better than you know yourself."

For example, being love-struck or biased refereeing. Of course, this shouldn't be mentioned in this context, even a straight man like Luo Xia knows that these are definitely points that lead to a bad ending.