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By the time Asher was fully rested and feeling refreshed, it was already noon. When he opened his eyes, the girl next to him was gazing at him, a thoughtful expression on her face.
While Asher was resting, Jeanne had been contemplating how to properly guide Asher so that he wouldn't go astray in the future. Now, she had mostly figured it out and knew roughly what to do.
"Let's go, we can set off now," Asher stretched his body,
then said, turning his head.
Frankly, if he hadn't known she was the Saint, Asher would have thought she had some ill intent, staring at someone while they slept... That just looked like a pervert's behavior.
Jeanne nodded and said, "Let's transform into a dragon in a secluded spot outside the village. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if people saw us."
"That's true," Asher nodded.
If he suddenly transformed into a giant dragon in the village, it would probably scare the villagers.
As they left the warehouse, Asher turned and asked, "Did you bring everything, Miss Jeanne?"
"Of course, I'm not a scatterbrain," Jeanne frowned slightly, seemingly displeased with Asher's question, but then quickly smiled again. "Oh, by the way, you can just call me Jeanne. In exchange, I'll call you Ash from now on."
"Understood, let's go."
Although Asher still didn't understand why the Saint's attitude had suddenly done a complete 180-degree turn, it didn't harm him in any way, so he didn't really care.
"Roar!"
At noon, the sun shone brightly on the earth, and the scales of a white dragon glittered under the sunlight, brilliant and splendid.
It raised its head and roared towards the sky, looking
quite impressive.
"Come up, Miss Jeanne," the white dragon turned to the girl behind it and said.
"I told you, call me Jeanne."
"I understand, Miss Jeanne."
"..."
Jeanne silently stepped onto the dragon's back. The white
dragon looked up at her. "Miss Jeanne?"
She ignored Asher.
"Jeanne?" Asher called out tentatively.
"Let's go," Jeanne said, somewhat displeased.
That guy had clearly called her that on purpose just now. She couldn't believe someone who looked less than sixteen could be so mischievous.
The white dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky. Jeanne's ponytail on her back swayed in the strong wind. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the blue sky, then looked down at the white dragon beneath her, quickly shedding her earlier displeasure.
Ever since she learned that Asher was human and not a dragon this morning, Miss Jeanne had vowed to guide him onto the right path. After all, with such immense power, it would be terrible if he went astray.
So, Jeanne leaned down, touched the white dragon's head, and softly said, "Ash, you have such strong power. In your original world, did you not use it to do something meaningful?"
"Meaningful things?" The white dragon tilted its head slightly and pondered for a while.
"If you must say, I've done quite a few meaningful things, like driving out the foreign tribes in Britain, getting rid of Vortigern, and so on. Shishou taught me a lot of things before, not just martial arts, but other principles as well."
"Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"No, I was just curious, so I wanted to ask you before we reached Orleans. No other meaning," Jeanne shook her head.
It seemed she didn't need to worry. Asher's Shishou seemed to have taught him very well. From her conversations with Asher so far, it was clear his moral compass was still very sound.
"By the way, since there are two Saints, why would those soldiers believe that you are the real Saint?" Asher suddenly recalled this. "Even before I appeared, you were already fighting against the other Black Jeanne, right?"
A cloud that couldn't be dispersed appeared on Jeanne's face as Asher spoke. She said softly, "At first, I was also doubted by the soldiers. After that, I met Gilles, and he
confirmed my identity."
"Where is he now?" Asher asked.
"Missing," Jeanne said softly. "After being attacked by Black Jeanne's large army, Gilles covered my retreat from the cathedral. He might have been captured by now."
As she spoke the last words, Jeanne's mood clearly dropped significantly.
Asher thought for a moment and comforted her, "It's okay. Since I'm in this world, it means I'm here to help you solve problems, right?"
"Thank you. Having you here is very reassuring," a smile
unconsciously appeared on Jeanne's face.
But soon, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly froze, then vigorously rubbed her face.
No, no, no!
What am I even thinking?!
He's a boy two or three years younger than me! Shouldn't I be guiding him? Why have I become the one being
comforted?!
Jeanne kneaded her face until it was somewhat red, then
looked at Asher with vigilant eyes.
...This boy truly is a formidable fellow.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Jeanne remaining silent, Asher asked again.
"You seem to have something on your mind?"
"No, nothing..." Jeanne shook her head.
She couldn't possibly say that she had intended to mentor Asher as an elder, but felt shy because he had comforted her instead, could she?
Seeing that Asher still intended to press further, Jeanne quickly changed the subject. "By the way, I don't think I've told you, have I? Actually, I'm not really a Saint, at least I don't think so myself, so you can just treat me as an ordinary person from now on."
"I've always done that," Asher said. "Didn't you notice?"
Jeanne thought back carefully, and it seemed that was indeed the case.
Just as she was about to continue speaking, a faint, scorching heat drifted up from below. Jeanne looked down, and her expression changed slightly.
Below them was a city, but it had now completely become a purgatory. There were ruins everywhere, and the firelight seemed to be setting the sky ablaze.
"Let's go down and see," Jeanne said, staring intently at the city below.
"There's no point in going down now," the white dragon shook its head. "That city has no life left."
He was a White Dragon, but not a dragon in the true sense. The White Dragon Asher had transformed into now was more like a conceptual existence. He could easily control the four elements and could easily feel everyone's heartbeat nearby.
And in the city below, there were no more "human" heartbeats.
"What a tragic city," an unsuppressable sadness appeared on Jeanne's face. "What exactly does that woman, Black Jeanne, want to do?"
"Since the other you is exactly the opposite of you, her personality will naturally be completely opposite to yours," Asher said. "Whatever you wish to do, she will probably do the opposite of your wish."
"So what we need to do now is to reach Orleans as soon as possible to stop them. The longer we delay here, the more casualties there will be," Asher continued.
Jeanne was silent for a moment, then nodded gently.
"Continue towards Orleans."
The white dragon did not continue flying forward. Instead, it hovered in mid-air, looking down at the city that had become ruins.
"Ash?" Jeanne called out.
"I just said we need to stop them as soon as possible," the white dragon's mouth slightly opened. " 'They' also include the Servants below!"
A dazzling golden light spewed from the white dragon's mouth. It was a power no less than Excalibur, its light seemingly overpowering the brilliant sunlight, striking a certain part of the city below at an uncatchable speed.
"Who is it?!" A berserk Lancer looked up and roared.
Another beautiful woman next to him also looked up.
They had just massacred this city and were about to
leave, but they unexpectedly encountered "enemies."
The two were about to see who the enemy was, but what met them was a dazzling beam of light, so hot it seemed to burn people to ashes.
"Who are you?!" The berserk Lancer asked furiously,
raising his weapon simultaneously.
"I never hide my true name," the white dragon's voice came from mid-air. "Remember my name. If you have any grievances, you're welcome to come find me later for trouble. Remember, I am the Court Magician of Britain,
Merlin!"
"Very well, Merlin, is it..."
The light engulfed the two. The white dragon flicked its tail, like a swimming dragon, and soared towards Orleans.
Jeanne silently looked down at the white dragon before her.
He said that the immediate priority was to quickly resolve the trouble in Orleans, but he still acted out of his own anger. Although it seemed impulsive from a rational perspective, this was actually good.
Because when she saw her country and city become that desolate scene, she, too, felt angry.
And after Asher took action, she felt much better.
"Thank you," Jeanne touched the white dragon's head.
"Don't keep touching my head," Asher said unhappily.
"Why?" Jeanne asked, puzzled.
"I hate being treated like a child," Asher said.
In reality, he was treated like a child every day, and he couldn't really say anything, since those two were indeed much older than him, and he couldn't beat them anyway, so he could only meekly be a dead fish.
But Jeanne was clearly around his age. If he was treated like a child even in this situation, that would be too sad.
After a brief hesitation, Jeanne maintained a calm expression, then nodded. "I understand. I won't treat you like a child."
"Pfft!"
However, in less than a second, Jeanne's serious expression could no longer be maintained. She sat on the white dragon's back, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her previously heavy mood also lightened considerably.
Jeanne stifled her almost uncontrollable laughter: "Sor-sorry... but it really is a bit..."
"What's so funny about this?" The white dragon looked up at the girl, baring its teeth, its eyes filled with displeasure.
Jeanne lightly coughed, composing herself slightly, and said, "Generally speaking, if your usual behavior is a bit more mature, you won't be treated like a child, will you?"
"Are you saying my own behavior is too immature?" Asher asked.
"Is there any other explanation?"
"No," the white dragon shook its head and sighed. "No matter how mature I act, I'll always be treated like a child. It's like how in the future, when you grow up and do many things, even if you command the winds and rain outside and achieve great things, even save the world, your mom will still treat you like a child... It's the same principle."
Jeanne thought for a moment and asked, "Do you treat your Shishou and that older sister as your mothers?"
"It's not like that... Ugh, you wouldn't understand. Never mind," Asher sighed. "Just pretend I didn't say anything just now."
He couldn't possibly tell Jeanne that he treated his Shishou as his wife.
"What exactly is it?" Asher left his sentence unfinished, which immediately made Jeanne very curious. She quickly pressed for an answer.
"Sec-ret~!"
"Being cute won't help now, explain clearly!" Jeanne hugged the white dragon's head and stared into its eyes.
"No, I absolutely cannot say," Asher shook his head firmly.
She expected the girl to continue pestering endlessly, but Jeanne didn't pursue it further. Instead, she immediately became quiet, silently watching the sky beside them.
"Jeanne?" Asher tried calling out.
"I just want to be quiet now. I don't want to talk to you for a while," Jeanne said flatly, clearly sulking.
Asher wanted to quip, "Who's 'quiet'?" but the joke was too old, so he didn't dare say it. He could only sigh and say, "What a willful girl."
"Too immature," he added.
He originally thought the Saint's personality would be more serious and reserved, but unexpectedly, he inexplicably annoyed her.
Hmm... in that sense, she's a bit like Lily.
Asher thought to himself for no particular reason.
"Perhaps I am immature," Jeanne finally spoke, "but I'm still much more mature than you."
Asher: "Oh."
Then he mumbled, "She really doesn't seem like a Saint, to be so vengeful."
"I already said, you don't need to call me 'Saint'," Jeanne said calmly.
Asher thought for a moment, then finally nodded. "True."
"After all, you fulfilled the duties of a Saint to the very end, so from now on, you can simply do what you want to do."
"What I want to do?" Jeanne pondered for a moment, then gently shook her head. "I don't have anything I want to do."
She was inexplicably summoned to this world as a "Servant," inexplicably met another, blackened version of herself, then inexplicably dreamed of a white dragon, and finally inexplicably discovered that this white dragon was actually human.
And the most inexplicable thing was that she was actually annoyed by this human.
Simply unbelievable.
Very well, she must calm down now. She was an "elder."
An elder should be composed and calm, guiding the White Dragon to do the right things as an older sister. How could she sulk over such a small matter?
She was the Saint, the judge of the Holy Grail War. She had to stay calm.
Jeanne took a shallow breath, slowly exhaled, and a smile reappeared on her face. She touched the white dragon's head.
Good, this was teasing him, signifying that she saw
Asher as a younger brother in the role of an "older sister."
"By the way," Asher suddenly remembered something. His golden eyes looked up, reflecting the girl's faint smile.
"There's something I forgot to say."
"What?" Jeanne asked subconsciously.
"You've been talking to me for a long time now."
Jeanne had just said she didn't want to talk to Asher.
The white dragon's golden pupils reflected the girl's delicate face, and her gradually frozen smile.
Thump.
She raised her hand and slapped the white dragon's head.
"May the Lord bless you," she said.
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