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Asher sat on the steps outside after finishing his meal. He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where the sudden chill he felt earlier came from, so he decided to just let it go.
He was a White Dragon now. While not invincible in this country, self-preservation was certainly more than enough. As for why he felt a sudden palpitation and uneasiness...
"Probably because this dream makes me feel less secure?"
Asher muttered to himself.
After all, forgetting everything that happened in the dream as soon as he left it was indeed quite unsettling.
"What's insecure?" Jeanne walked up behind him, a smile on her face.
"Nothing, just talking to myself, don't mind it," Asher shook his head, then glanced at the corner of Jeanne's mouth. "It's wiped clean this time."
After saying that, Asher seemed to feel the Saint's displeased glare in that instant.
"I was just concerned about your situation, calm down," Asher explained. "That just now was completely unlike a Saint, you know."
Asher was indeed simply concerned about Jeanne's situation. After all, if the Saint still had rice stuck to the corner of her mouth while commanding the army, wouldn't she lose all her dignity?
Speaking of which, when he woke up earlier, he probably should have told Shishou and the others in advance, so they wouldn't worry and think he went crazy for letting Lily knock him out... Asher couldn't help but think.
"I am very calm right now, Mr. White Dragon," Jeanne said with a straight face, sitting on the steps next to Asher.
"Also," she added again, "You can call me Jeanne, or Joan is fine too."
If she hadn't personally witnessed Asher transform into a White Dragon earlier, she would have even doubted his identity.
How could the one divinely revealed by the Lord be so ill-willed?
That shouldn't be right.
Or was this guy deliberately trying to annoy her?
Jeanne turned to look at Asher again, carefully scrutinizing him.
Soft and somewhat disheveled black hair, a calm expression on his face, and a pair of profound black eyes,
seemingly pondering something important.
Wait...
Jeanne paused slightly, then a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.
Carefully savoring Mr. White Dragon's words just now, could it be that the White Dragon already knew about her current predicament?
After a moment of hesitation, Jeanne gazed into Asher's eyes. After a while, a wry smile involuntarily appeared on her face. "So, Mr. White Dragon already knew?"
Asher was startled, turning to look at the girl, a question mark appearing above his head.
"You guessed right, Mr. White Dragon, I do need to calm down," Jeanne said softly, lowering her gaze. "Our forces are indeed inferior to the enemy's now. Although there isn't a huge gap in military strength, the enemy's offensive is too fierce, and I cannot make my army retaliate day and night like the enemy."
Asher was stunned again.
What are you talking about, girl?
"You must have seen it, right? Earlier, when I went to rescue you, I brought a troop of soldiers, and after that, that troop was captured by the enemy," Jeanne said softly.
"Huh... I think I remember a bit," Asher nodded.
So, when he woke up, so much had happened in the dream?
Jeanne's expression turned solemn as she continued, "That woman... the one called the Black Saint, she doesn't care about the soldiers' condition. She mobilized a large army to surround that forest. It was the same before; she made the soldiers attack the Orleans Cathedral day and night, driving all of our stationed people out of the cathedral and occupying it for herself."
"Why didn't you have the soldiers guard the cathedral overnight...?" Asher asked.
"Soldiers are also human, they need rest. Of course, I had people taking turns on watch, but..."
"But the other side didn't give you a chance at all, attacking Orleans Cathedral continuously day and night for several days?" Asher asked.
Jeanne nodded gently. "Such an attack lasted for a whole week."
"Hmm... this enemy is truly a devil. This is even worse than 996," Asher said very seriously.
A whole week... I didn't expect such a black-hearted boss, actually implementing a 007 system. Such bosses are
trash!
"So that Black Jeanne and some marshal are currently in the cathedral?" Asher turned and asked.
"If nothing unexpected happens, yes," Jeanne nodded.
"So you hope to resolve this crisis as soon as possible, to avoid further casualties?"
Jeanne nodded again.
She took Asher's hands, looked up, and said, "Mr. White Dragon, this is the revelation from the Lord. Please help me save this country from its plight!"
"Leaving aside whether I believe in gods or not... Since I was attacked for no reason earlier, it's naturally impossible for me to ignore it. Don't worry," Asher thought for a moment, then asked:
"By the way, is it possible that the divine revelation dream you had from the Lord, the other, blackened you also dreamed of?"
Jeanne was stunned, a hint of blankness appearing on her beautiful face.
It seemed quite possible.
Asher looked at Jeanne's stunned expression and continued, "Because, you see, before you appeared in that forest, the other, blackened you had been to that forest, and even attacked me for no reason."
"Did she follow you to that forest... or did she have the same dream as you?"
"Are you saying the Lord also entrusted this dream to her?" Jeanne asked incredulously.
"Why?"
"Hmm... maybe because I'm not just the White Dragon?"
Asher was also a bit confused.
"All in all," he stood up and walked into the villagers' warehouse, "once we deal with the two main leaders in the cathedral, everything will be perfectly resolved, right?"
Jeanne nodded, following Asher into the warehouse.
"That's what I think."
She expected Asher to immediately transform into the White Dragon he had been earlier, but instead, Jeanne saw him lying on the hay in the warehouse. She asked in confusion, "What are you doing now, Mr. White Dragon?"
"Resting, of course. Since there's a big battle coming, I
definitely need to get enough rest, right?" Asher said this, then looked at the girl again. "Are you going to sleep
too?"
"No... that's not what I meant, I thought you were going
to leave now!" Jeanne said, her face flushed.
"It doesn't really matter. Such a big bed, we won't bump into each other at all," Asher pointed to the "bed" made of hay.
Jeanne looked at the hay Asher pointed to, and for a moment, her face showed a look of longing.
How should she put it... she felt that a bed made of hay like this had an irresistible charm.
So, she stepped over and lay down next to Asher, letting out a soft giggle, a happy expression appearing on her face that made Asher a little dumbfounded.
Of course, he wasn't dumbfounded by the girl, but rather Asher never expected her point of happiness to be so strange. Sleeping on hay would make her show such a happy smile?
In the future, when summoning Heroic Spirits, could one just put down a pile of hay to summon Jeanne?
Asher lay on the hay, looking at the ceiling, but thinking about these things.
Perhaps because she relaxed a lot once she lay down, Jeanne's elbow accidentally touched Asher's arm.
"Sorry, I'll move over a bit, I was a bit too excited just
now," Jeanne said apologetically.
"It's fine, no problem," Asher said with a smile. "I don't
really mind, but you don't mind at all?"
Could it be that the Saint was such a person, not caring about overly intimate contact with the opposite sex?
Jeanne blinked, then looked at Asher suspiciously for a long time. "Aren't you the White Dragon? Why would you mind?"
"Why should I not mind just because I'm the White Dragon?" Asher asked strangely.
What kind of weird logic was that?
"The White Dragon isn't human..." Jeanne suddenly paused, her face gradually turning serious, then she sat up.
"What's wrong?"
"Can I hug you?" Jeanne shifted her body, quickly moving in front of Asher.
Asher looked up at the Saint's flawless twin peaks, then at her face. He paused, then asked, "Why?"
He was starting to have trouble keeping up with Jeanne's train of thought.
"Can I?" Jeanne just asked again.
"If it's just a hug, it's fine..."
As soon as Asher finished speaking, Jeanne reached out and picked Asher up horizontally. She weighed him in her arms, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Miss Jeanne, when I said a hug, I meant a simple embrace, not a bridal carry!" Asher cried out, almost despairingly.
But Jeanne seemed not to hear Asher's words. After a moment of contemplation, she looked down at Asher and asked, "Are you human?"
"I think anyone can tell I'm human just by looking, right?!"
"But aren't you the White Dragon?"
"Who told you humans can't be White Dragons?" Asher said, quite speechless.
So Jeanne had been treating him as a dragon with powerful abilities who could transform into a human at any time, ever since she met him?
Jeanne was stunned, looking at Asher's face, murmuring, "Then does that mean... your age is what it appears to be?"
"Of course! Otherwise, did you think I was an old monster who lived for thousands of years?" Asher said, exasperated.
Jeanne froze again, staring blankly at the young man's face.
Could it be that what the White Dragon had told her earlier had no deep meaning, and she had just over-imagined it herself?!
As she thought of this, the Saint felt a rush of blood to her head, her face gradually turning red with embarrassment, and her usually clear eyes flickered slightly due to shame.
"Miss Jeanne?" Asher called out in confusion.
"Ah, mm..." Jeanne quickly calmed down.
Regardless, the White Dragon was the White Dragon. Even if he was young, his power was undeniable, and that was enough.
However, since he possessed such powerful strength and appeared young, she must guide him properly. Otherwise, it would be terrible if he went down the wrong path in the future.
Oh!
Jeanne's eyes gradually widened significantly as she looked at Asher.
So that's it, so... was this what the Lord truly wanted her to do?
Why did the Lord ask her to find the White Dragon?
Was it to have the White Dragon assist her in dealing with the Black Jeanne and saving the country?
No, not entirely. The Lord must have hoped that she could correctly guide the White Dragon onto the right path. This was the real thing she needed to do!
So, how could she make the White Dragon accept her guidance?
"Ash, if I may ask, are your parents still alive?" Jeanne asked.
Asher paused. He didn't know whether to first complain
about her sudden change in address or why the Saint would ask such a question.
But he still replied, "I've been with my Shishou since I
was a child."
Jeanne nodded gently.
It seemed her guess was correct.
Clearly, the White Dragon had no parents and must have suffered a lot since childhood. Because he had said before that he was an atheist, she shouldn't guide him as a "Saint," but rather in a more intimate way, using the role of an older sister as an entry point, and guiding him correctly through familial affection.
However, the Saint seemed to have forgotten that her age was not much different from Asher's.
"Ash, is your Shishou good to you?" Jeanne asked again.
In any case, it was now necessary to confirm whether this young man had suffered any hardships while with his Shishou, such as being beaten since childhood or doing housework day and night.
"Very good, Shishou and my older sisters have always been quite nice to me," Asher nodded. "Shishou is very strong."
"Very strong?" Jeanne repeated.
Asher thought for a moment, then said, "Because my Shishou has lived for a long time, she has a wide range of knowledge and has taught me many things. Of course, I'm not entirely sure how long she's lived, but if I ask that question, she'll punish me."
"Is it okay for you to say that now?" Jeanne asked.
"It's fine for us to talk privately. Shishou can't hear us anyway," Asher added.
"I see," Jeanne muttered thoughtfully.
"You just said you have an older sister?"
"To be precise, two. One is Shishou's daughter, and the other is the same age as Shishou..." Asher thought for a moment. "Should be the same age, right? I'm not very sure. Anyway, they've both lived a long time, so their ages should be similar."
"I see," Jeanne nodded slightly, having a general understanding in her heart.
It seemed he had a decent childhood after all.
"By the way, Miss Jeanne."
Asher's voice brought Jeanne back to reality.
"What is it?"
"Could you put me down first...?"
Jeanne looked down at the boy in her arms, then realized,
placed him on the hay, and said, "Sorry, I didn't react in time."
"That sounds like you're saying I'm so light you didn't even feel me," Asher muttered, somewhat speechless.
"You are quite light," Jeanne said, observing Asher's expression. "You seem unhappy?"
Asher nodded. "Of course. Who would want a girl to say they're light?"
"Is that a derogatory term?" Jeanne asked, puzzled.
"For girls, it might be a compliment, but I'm a man!"
Asher said. "My weight should be heavier than a girl's, right?"
Jeanne tilted her head, pondered for a moment, still didn't understand, and asked strangely, "What kind of weird logic is that?"
"It's very normal logic," Asher said. "If I say you're light,
I'm complimenting you, but if you say I'm light, it's not okay."
Jeanne thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't understand."
"Then shall I try?" Asher said. "That way you'll understand what I mean."
"Eh?" Jeanne was startled, looked at Asher again, and finally nodded silently. She braided her long, flowing hair and then said:
"You try."
Asher walked forward and lifted Jeanne horizontally.
"How is it?" She looked up at Asher for a moment, then immediately lowered her gaze.
"Quite heavy," Asher said.
"..."
"Are you angry?" Asher tentatively looked at the girl in his arms.
"No, honestly, I don't feel anything," Jeanne said plainly.
Should he say she truly was a Saint? This level of comment caused her absolutely no harm.
Just as Asher was about to put the Saint down, he heard
her voice.
"Shouldn't you put me down now?"
After a brief hesitation, Asher's face finally showed a satisfied smile.
"Now do you understand how embarrassing that was for me just now?"
"Hmm... A little," Jeanne nodded slightly.
So it feels this embarrassing to be carried this way? she thought to herself.
And just as Asher was nodding repeatedly in
satisfaction, his body inexplicably shivered again, then he felt a chill from behind.
"It's happening again... What exactly is going on?" Asher frowned, muttering to himself.
Where was this occasional chill coming from?!
Asher turned to look at the small window in the warehouse, thinking: Don't let me find out who it is, or I'll definitely give them a good beating!
...
Meanwhile, in Asher's room, several people were sitting on chairs, watching the unconscious young man.
The atmosphere was very casual, one might even say quite relaxed.
Everyone had varying degrees of smiles on their faces, as if watching a very funny movie.
Scathach had a faint smile on her face, the woman with the crown next to her also had a charming smile, while Uathach was stifling her laughter. Asher's recent mention of age made her want to laugh but she didn't dare.
Only Artoria sat quietly in her chair, her face devoid of any expression.
It seemed that even before she burrowed into Asher's quilt last night, Asher was already with that girl named "Jeanne" in his dream.
He even called out Jeanne's name when he woke up.
"This dream is truly interesting," Scathach muttered to herself, though the smile on her face grew increasingly dangerous.
"Let's keep watching. I want to see what he thinks of me," Morgan said.
Viviane next to them showed a cute, schadenfreude-filled smile, humming a happy song, seemingly genuinely joyful.
She was very much looking forward to the scene when Asher woke up.
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