My mother's love song

Joan of Arc was stunned when she heard this, then nodded heavily shyly.

"Hmm... It's really troubling. He said he was a worrying kid, but in the end I always get his help.

Unconsciously, I became dependent on him.”

"Well, it's a little bit hard for me to say this... but isn't it nice to have a boy you can rely on, Jeanne?"

Jeanne blinked: "Hmm?"

What's going on? This is a strange turn of events.

Alma said, "You should rely on that man more in the future. He is surrounded by very strong and independent women, so maybe he really wants to be relied on by girls.

By the way... Jeanne, you actually like Rhodes, right?"

Looking at the nun with an auntie smile, Joan of Arc's mind went blank and she screamed subconsciously.

"Ms. Alma! Please don't make such a joke! Rhodes and I are not in the relationship you think!"

"What's wrong?"

Atalanta and Aige looked over here in the distance.

Jeanne waved her hands quickly: "No, nothing!"

how come……

Has it been discovered that I secretly like Rod?

Even the perceptive Ege and Atalanta didn't notice it!

There was no point in deceiving herself at this point. Jeanne had already realized that she had unknowingly fallen in love with Rhodes.

Want to depend on him.

I want to have physical contact with him.

She was outraged to see him with other girls.

These feelings should undoubtedly be called "love".

Facing the increasingly blushing Jeanne, Alma continued to smile and said, "I can see that Rod likes you too.

It is precisely because I like you that I deliberately keep a certain distance from you, so I will always accept your willfulness with a smile. "

She was probably the first woman in the world to call Joan of Arc "capricious".

Joan of Arc did not refute the nun's statement.

Thinking about it carefully, she had been very willful and had been acting coquettishly towards him since the first time she met Rhodes.

Whether it was to be Rod's sister or to make peace between him and Eugdomrenia.

Rhodes never complained and endured it all.

Jeanne stammered, "How, how is it possible... How could Rhodes like someone like me..."

"Jeanne d'Arc, you are a great saint who brings light to this world. It is normal for a man to admire you, right?"

Alma said: "So at this time you should show him your attitude. Don't treat me like a statue in a church!"

"Eh, ah, uh... But that... the great saint who brought light to the world, I think it's a bit exaggerated..."

Joan of Arc lowered her head with a flushed face.

Ugh... Rhode likes me? How is that possible!

"Are you going to give Rhodes to another girl? Are you going to let this once-in-a-lifetime encounter end in vain?"

"……Well."

Jeanne pursed her lips.

Recalling the scene this morning when Rhodes and Atalanta walked out of the guest room warmly, she felt very uncomfortable.

"I……"

After a long silence, the Saint Lady blushed and uttered, "Then... I'll give it a try..."

There's no way I can win anyway, the girl thought.

"Great!"

Alma clapped her hands suddenly: "I will always support your love, Miss Jeanne!"

"Well... I don't understand, Miss Alma. Why do you support me and say such things to me?"

Hearing Joan’s question, the nun’s expression became serious: “Joan, you just said that you are not great at all, that is wrong.

People all over the world were moved to tears when they learned about your contribution, but they were also extremely angry.

Even if you don't have that intention, your actions still have that guiding effect.

I think this is something to be very proud of. In fact, it was after I learned about your story that I decided to become a nun."

"……Why?"

Joan of Arc fell into deep thought.

It is such a wonderful feeling to leave your name for posterity.

That feeling was very different from the enthusiasm of the citizens when he led the army to liberate various towns.

At that time, they placed their dream of the motherland's liberation and victory in the war on me.

However, Alma was not like this. She knew how Joan of Arc died, and she had a feeling close to faith in her existence.

The tragic saint who disappeared in the flames... This seemed to be the Joan of Arc that was passed down in the world.

"The impact you have on the world is actually far greater than you can imagine."

Alma continued, "So I will support the saint's love no matter what. I hope you can be happy."

"Um...okay."

Jeanne nodded shyly: "I'll try and see."

Chapter 400 Mixed Bath~

The jaw-droppingly huge bathroom in the city of Mirenia.

After working hard for several days, Joan of Arc lay in the bathtub enjoying the hard-earned peace.

The Saint lady closed her eyes lightly, her long, bright golden hair was tied up behind her head, revealing her slender, pure neck.

The soft shoulders and collarbones floated on the water, and the baby-like skin was covered with dew.

The slender and plump body soaked in the warm water became hazy and blurred, outlining the pure white and graceful snow-white curves.

There are still two days before the decisive battle with Amakusa Shiro. Jeanne, who has a rare day off, is in a good mood and indulges her youthful and beautiful body in the bathtub.

After leaving the church yesterday, she moved into the base of the Thousand Worlds Tree with Rhodes, Atalanta, and Aika, and of course the Red Saber Merry who was captured as a prisoner.

After careful discussion, everyone unanimously decided to lock up Meili temporarily until Amakusa was defeated to prevent her from causing trouble.

Jeanne didn't know what Amakusa Shiro planned to do with the Holy Grail, but [Revelation A] told her that this man was extremely dangerous, both in his thoughts and actions.

Having said that, she felt very reassured.

Joan of Arc felt that she was determined to win this time.

It wasn't because of excessive self-confidence. The reason why she, who had always been cautious, had such an idea was entirely because of that person.

Rod.

As long as he's here, there will be no problem.

"Ha ha……"

Thinking of him, Joan of Arc couldn't help but smile.

Although he looked so unreliable, Joan of Arc knew that this man was definitely reliable.

"……call."

The girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It feels like it has been a long time since I last took a bath in hot water like this.

Soaking in the hot water, fatigue gradually disappeared as if it was evaporated.

"Well, Miss Saint, do you really like her?"

Leticia's voice echoed in Jeanne's mind.

"… Um, why are you suddenly talking about this?"

"Because I can sense what the Saint is thinking, so..."

"Woo!"

Jeanne, whose thoughts were discovered, immersed half of her face in the warm water.

The girl hiding inside said to the Saint on the outside, "I don't think Miss Saint needs to be embarrassed, right?"

"No, that... I don't really understand... this kind of feeling either."

in love

This word is too far away for the saint.

How wonderful this feeling is, she sighed softly in her heart.

Shame and joy mixed together, and just thinking of that person would make the corners of my mouth slightly rise. It was incredible.

I now understand a little bit more why the most popular movies, books and songs in the world are always those that celebrate love.

At this moment, Leticia in Jeanne's body suddenly spoke.

"I like Caster, too."

"Hey!"

"That's normal. Caster is very handsome, a strong and handsome boy, but he is particularly fond of you, Jeanne. It would be strange if he didn't fall in love with you."

"Even you say such things... doting or something! Rod is just... woo!"

Joan of Arc covered her face: Did I really cause Rhodes a lot of trouble before?

"But... Leticia, do you like Rhodes?"

She felt a little complicated: Could it be that he was affected by my personality?

Joan of Arc never seemed to consider that it was Leticia's personality that influenced hers.

Leticia nodded and began to confess in a low voice.

Pray in the morning, pray at noon, pray at night, pray before meals, and pray before going to bed.

Leticia's lifestyle is very simple, and she feels suffocated every day.

Just like every day spent in the deep sea.

There is no particular joy or sorrow, just living an ordinary life.

The college where she lives has no special features that make it stand out from the crowd.

Friends complained that it was like a prison.

On the other hand, because they have not completely cut off contact with the outside world, some people easily embark on the path of self-degradation, while others regret it.

In such an environment, people said it was amazing that Leticia could still restrain herself so strictly.

He did not degenerate in his interactions with the outside world, nor did he transform this into excessive self-esteem.

For some reason, both teachers and friends always praise her.

Everyone says that this way of life is beautiful and this way of life is correct.

Leticia could only accept these compliments with an ambiguous smile, but at the same time she was troubled in her heart that this was not the case at all.

She was just afraid of change.

Leticia is very clear about her own character.

He had absolutely no self-control, and his brakes had long been broken. Once he started running he would just keep accelerating, with no way of slowing down.