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In the dimly lit cave, only the firelight illuminated the damp, dark environment. Asher sat on the ground, his head resting against the wall behind him, quietly listening to Jeanne's explanation.
"That's how it is. According to the Lord's divine revelation, you are the one I'm looking for."
"Or rather, the Dragon, the White Dragon," Jeanne looked
up at Asher, her expression incredibly serious.
Seeing Asher looking sleepy, Jeanne couldn't help but frown. "Did you hear what I said?"
Could it be that what she just saw was an illusion?
He didn't look like a divinely revealed person at all... Jeanne looked at the sleepy young man. His soft black hair seemed to glow warmly in the firelight, and a few longer strands of hair draped over his closed eyelids.
From Asher's current appearance, he looked quite
immature.
Moreover, to be so carelessly sleepy in such a place proved that his mind was not mature enough either.
"White Dragon?" Jeanne raised her hand and gently patted Asher's shoulder, but Asher didn't respond at all.
He was just too sleepy.
One must know, it was the middle of the night. Asher didn't know why he felt sleepy even in a dream, but in short, he just felt sleepy now, so sleepy that his eyes could barely open. He just mumbled vaguely, "You keep talking, I'm listening."
"I don't think you're listening to me at all right now," Jeanne frowned in dissatisfaction. "How can you save this country like this."
She suddenly paused, then looked at Asher again.
In the dim light, the firelight seemed to render Asher completely sacred.
So that's how it is.
A faint smile of sudden realization appeared on Jeanne's face.
Should she say he truly was the one divinely revealed by the Lord? He seemed to be sleeping, but in reality, this was a test for her. Undoubtedly, the White Dragon was testing her patience and trust.
Indeed, this was the White Dragon, the White Dragon who could save this country!
Yes, thinking about it closely, that made sense.
Why should the White Dragon believe that she was the Saint? Why should he believe what she said?
She had no evidence to prove her identity right now. The White Dragon was waiting for evidence, waiting for her to confess voluntarily and explain the whole story clearly.
"I apologize, that was my fault just now. I will clearly explain my intention and the parts of the truth I previously concealed from you. I swear to the Lord, there will not be a single lie in what I am about to say."
Jeanne raised her hand, making a gesture of swearing.
Her delicate face held a solemn expression.
Then, she began to recount her experiences and why she specifically came to find Asher.
As she spoke, Jeanne observed Asher. He looked as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, seemingly unconcerned about his surroundings, and appeared quite young.
But,
He was the White Dragon, and dragons were creatures that could live for a very long time.
How could such a being be judged by its outward
appearance?
Undoubtedly, this was a monster that had lived for a very, very long time!
"Mr. White Dragon, I know you don't trust me right now, but I think as long as we leave here and reach Orleans, you'll know that there's not a single false component in what I'm saying. There really is a woman very much like me who intends to destroy this country. I need your help to save this country."
Jeanne grasped Asher's hands, half-kneeling and leaning closer. Her pair of clear, bright blue eyes fixed on Asher.
The armor perfectly enveloped Jeanne's beautiful breasts, creating a unique aesthetic.
To be honest, Jeanne still felt a little uneasy. Although she had said so much, ultimately, the other party might still not believe her because she had no evidence to prove her identity, and even if she did, the White Dragon might not necessarily help her.
Without the White Dragon, she would have to rely on her own strength to save this country.
But hoping to succeed that way was simply too slim.
"Mr. White Dragon..." Jeanne called out again.
Asher awoke from his previous haze of sleepiness, forced himself to wake up, and looked at the girl in front of him.
"It doesn't seem like a dream..." Asher muttered to himself.
Although he didn't know why, now he would appear in this place whenever he fell asleep. This was beyond doubt. Perhaps it was someone's trick, or perhaps it was the god within his body. In any case, it could basically be confirmed that this was not a dream.
Because, Asher could clearly feel the slight coolness
emanating from her soft palms.
"Mr. White Dragon, what have you decided?" Jeanne asked tentatively.
"Call me Asher, or Ash is fine too," Asher said.
The title "Mr. White Dragon" always felt a bit strange.
"I understand, Mr. White Dragon," Jeanne nodded.
Asher's mouth twitched slightly, thinking, Is this child really not doing it on purpose?
Never mind, it's just a title, it doesn't matter.
"I roughly understand the situation. So, you had a dream, and in that dream, the Lord told you I was in this forest, which is why you specifically came to find me. Is that right?" Asher summarized Jeanne's previous words.
Jeanne nodded, "I believe this is the Lord's divine revelation. I truly found you in this forest."
"And then, there's a Black Jeanne who looks a lot like you, attempting to destroy this country, so you hope I can go with you to stop her?"
Jeanne nodded again. As if to make her words more convincing, she gripped Asher's hands tighter. "You might not have seen her earlier, but she was the one who attacked you. She's gone now, though."
Asher gazed thoughtfully at the girl in front of him.
From the looks of it, his presence here might not be an accident. Perhaps he would only be able to return to his own world after resolving these troubles.
Or rather, he wouldn't have such strange dreams anymore.
Of course, this was just Asher's guess, but it was a guess worth trying.
And the earlier unprovoked attack in the forest, that account also needed to be settled.
"I understand." Asher nodded gently.
Jeanne's eyes gradually brightened, then a charming smile appeared on her face. "Thank you for your cooperation,
Mr. White Dragon."
"Call me Asher or Ash!"
"Sorry... I accidentally forgot again, hehe." Jeanne released his hands, smiling apologetically, her smile as cute as an ordinary little girl, completely without any airs of a saint.
"Never mind," Asher waved his hand. "Let's leave tomorrow. We need to get enough rest tonight."
"Mm, that's right," Jeanne extended her hand to Asher.
"Having you here is very reassuring. Let's do our best!"
Asher silently reached out and shook her hand, a brief touch and then separation. He rolled over and lay on his stomach on the hay, yawning, tears welling up in his
eyes.
It was so strange. He was in his White Dragon form, so why was he still sleepy at night? And he had slept so much for the past two days.
Or did the time he was unconscious not count as rest?
Asher yawned again as he thought, then lay down on the hay and said, "I'm going to sleep first."
"Don't worry, just sleep. I'll keep watch tonight," Jeanne smiled.
Asher: "..."
When a girl says that, how can a normal person still feel comfortable sleeping?
But unfortunately, Asher was not a normal person.
So he yawned again, and was about to go to sleep.
Just then, a noisy sound broke out, instantly shattering Asher's sleepiness.
"You search over there, we'll keep going and block the forest exit. Make sure to keep them here!"
Footsteps faintly echoed in his ears. At this moment, the drawback of being in White Dragon form became apparent.
Asher's hearing was simply too good; even these faint sounds clearly entered his ears.
"Enemies coming?" He turned to Jeanne and asked.
"Don't worry, I've checked carefully. This cave is very secluded, and I've set up a special cover outside. There won't be any problems," Jeanne said with a reassuring smile. "Please rest assured."
Asher inwardly scoffed: Why does it feel like all the death flags have been raised?
Then he glanced at the flag Jeanne had placed nearby.
Okay, it really was raised.
However, Asher quickly confirmed the truth in Jeanne's words. The voices of the guards who were searching nearby had indeed disappeared. Clearly, they hadn't found the cave entrance.
Asher closed his eyes again. Although the "bed" made of hay wasn't very comfortable, for Asher now, having a place to sleep was already very good.
"Do you need something to put under your head?" Jeanne said, folding the cloak from her shoulder and offering it to Asher. "If you don't mind, use this as a pillow. It's a bit simple, but it's better than nothing."
"No thanks," Asher refused.
Jeanne didn't stubbornly insist on giving the cloak to Asher. Instead, she smiled and said, "I understand. If you need anything, please tell me. Although, in this situation, there's very little I can do."
"Mm, I understand," Asher nodded gently, placing his hands behind his head and glancing at the girl beside him.
Jeanne had already untied her hair, her golden hair gently resting on her back. She wore light armor, curled up in the corner, hugging her knees. Her slender thighs were encased in long stockings, perfectly forming an absolute territory with the armor, revealing delicate, tender white skin.
Actually, if he really wanted something to put under his head, besides the cloak, there were other things that could substitute, but Asher really couldn't bring himself to say it.
However, he felt that if he were to say now: This is the Lord's revelation, to ensure the savior sleeps well, please
give him a lap pillow...
He felt like Jeanne wouldn't refuse.
Presumably, in the girl's eyes, this White Dragon had been elevated to a very high position. However, no matter how high this White Dragon's position was in Jeanne's heart, a dead fish was a dead fish, and that would never change.
The Saint clearly sensed Asher's gaze. She paused slightly, then a blush involuntarily appeared on her face. She averted her gaze from Asher and whispered, "If you don't mind, use my leg as a pillow..."
"No thanks!" Asher immediately shook his head and refused.
He was a fish with super integrity. Lily in reality was still lying in his bed. In such a situation, it was unacceptable to make such intimate gestures with another girl.
It wasn't that he was cowardly; it was a matter of integrity!
To reiterate... it really wasn't that he was cowardly!
...Okay, Asher was just simply too cowardly.
Lightly coughing, Asher turned his back. "I'm going to sleep first."
After saying that, he adjusted his mood, and then once again brewed up some sleepiness.
Slowly, his heart gradually calmed, and sleepiness followed.
"Strange, where did they go?"
"I don't know, could they have already found a small path and secretly left?"
"Dare you say that to Lord Gilles?"
"No... so let's keep looking."
But at that moment, the voices of the distant soldiers once again entered Asher's ears, and then the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Never mind them... never mind them, sleep is important
first!
However, just as Asher turned over, footsteps sounded again.
After several times of almost falling asleep, only to be
awakened by footsteps, repeating this cycle multiple times, Asher simply didn't close his eyes anymore.
"What's wrong?"
Jeanne looked curiously at Asher, who had climbed up from the hay. His eyes seemed bloodshot.
"I want to rest," Asher said.
"Eh?" Jeanne tilted her head slightly, as if a question mark appeared above her head. She wanted to ask, 'If you want to rest, why are you getting up now?', but then she saw Asher walk to the entrance of the cave.
"What are you going to do?" Jeanne couldn't help but ask.
"I want to reduce the number of enemy troops in the forest tonight," Asher said.
"You'll be discovered!" Jeanne immediately stood up.
"Once you're discovered, other enemies will quickly
arrive, and then we'll be caught in a pincer attack and be in danger."
"No, if I just assassinate them secretly, I won't be
discovered," Asher shook his head.
Jeanne thought for a moment, then nodded slightly. "If we can reduce the number of enemies tonight, the battles after this will be easier, but are you confident?"
"Of course."
"Is that so? Then there's no problem."
Jeanne had just begun to smile when she froze.
She saw the figure at the entrance of the cave slowly grow larger. The next moment, a magnificent white dragon appeared before the girl's eyes.
This was Asher's first time actively transforming into a dragon. Previously, neither he nor Vortigern could freely switch forms, but after becoming the true White Dragon, Asher was able to achieve this level.
Jeanne stared blankly at the white dragon.
Such a being, surely even God could not have constructed it. Most of its body was white, but there were also some black scales, shimmering with a captivating luster under the moonlight.
A White Dragon, or rather, a combination of a White Dragon and a Black Dragon.
Jeanne's eyes gradually widened. She stared blankly at the creature before her for a long moment, then, with a somewhat helpless smile, said, "How are we going to assassinate anyone like this?"
The White Dragon grinned, revealing its sharp teeth.
"This is what true assassination looks like."
"Roar!"
A deafening roar echoed through the forest, making the leaves tremble. The White Dragon lifted its proud head, tilting it slightly to look at Jeanne.
"Come up."
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