O Equal Knight King

"I'll be waiting for you, Joan, come and sit down quickly."

With a kind smile on her face, the mother urged the girl to sit down, and even walked over, took the girl's hand, and dragged her to the long table to sit down.

"Jeanne, my sister, how many boys are singing to you again today?"

His face was similar to that of a young girl, but he was very mature. The man with a stable temperament smiled and said to the young girl, with a faint smile in his blue eyes.

"elder brother!"

Joan of Arc blushed immediately when she heard the words. As she grew older, more and more young people boldly sang and courted outside the fence when she was grazing or working, which made the pure and simple girl very shy.

Seeing the shy girl, the whole family couldn't help laughing.

A girl as beautiful as a flower is the pistachio of the family, the pride of the family, and the object of care for the family.

As the youngest and youngest sister in the family, except for the married sister, her father and even her brothers dote on this sensible and well-behaved girl very much.

"Hahaha~~"

The cheerful laughter hovered on the beam for a while, and finally calmed down as mother put a pot of broth on the table.

The broth is very fragrant, extravagantly added some spices and enough salt, the broth is very delicious, soak dry and hard bread in the soup, as the soup is absorbed, the bread that is enough to be used as a weapon becomes soft up.

This is not a dinner that ordinary serf families can eat, because the father, who is the tax officer of the lord and the actual village manager, can allow the family to enjoy this meal that is quite extravagant compared to serfs and even commoners.

The family gathered around the dining table, crossed their hands, and began to pray before the meal, thanking God for the gift.

"God, bless us, the food we eat, and all your blessings because of our Lord."

The girl prayed devoutly and gratefully.

For my rich dinner and my peaceful life, I gave my thanks to God full of gratitude.

"Amen."

With the end of the prayer, Joan of Arc opened her eyes happily.

However, what appeared before her eyes was no longer that warm house, but flames, blood, and steel.

"Help!!"

"what------"

Shouts for help and screams came and went, and thugs in armor and armed with murderous smiles wreaked havoc in the village wantonly.

They killed men, they did unforgivable things to women, they took property and food, they burned houses.

If there is hell, then what is presented to the girl must be hell.

Joan looked at everything in front of her in a daze, and the bloody and violent images kept impacting the girl's heart.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

She wanted to run away, but couldn't move.

Because there was a voice in her heart that kept whispering.

[Can't escape, can't escape, can't escape! ! 】

[There is always someone who wants to stand up, why isn't this person you? ! 】

[Look at these demons, they must be judged! 】

[Look at your hometown, it needs help! 】

Gradually, the girl's gaze changed from confusion and panic to firmness and bravery. She pulled out the saber that appeared around her waist at an unknown time, held high the battle flag embroidered with irises that suddenly appeared, and shouted, "I'm not afraid!" Lord!" rushed into the village that was covered by war.

She waved the long sword and the battle flag, beheaded the thugs one by one, and rescued one compatriot after another.

The rescued compatriots shared the same hatred with her, waved weapons, and worked together to fight against the thugs who invaded their homes.

Gradually, more and more compatriots, and more and more familiar faces appeared in Joan's sight.

There are partners who grew up together, older elders, and even her own brother, her elder brother.

"Just kidding, how can you make a girl stand up?!"

Her brother had the big smile he always had, and it was so warm and reassuring.

Being supported by her family, this touch made the girl's slightly tired heart seem to be injected with a shot of booster, and restored the slightly tired girl to her original enthusiasm again.

The inspired girl waved the battle flag and led the compatriots to repel the invaders again and again, taking back the occupied homeland bit by bit.

The dawn of victory seemed to be at hand.

Just as she showed a gratified smile and wiped her blood-stained forehead, when she opened her eyes again, the girl froze.

Dense arrows fell from the sky, and the compatriots ran around screaming, trying to find a shelter, but her brother stood in front of her, opened his arms, and sheltered her behind him.

However, the sharp arrow pierced through the barrier of the armor, pierced deeply into the flesh, and finally hit the armor on the other side, propping up that armor into a high hillock.

Blood spewed out unscrupulously from the gaps in the armor, obeying gravity, pouring down, and after a while, a small pool of blood formed under the feet of my brother.

"elder brother!!"

At this moment, Joan panicked a little. She opened her arms suddenly and hugged her brother tightly. She tremblingly wanted to touch her brother's face, but found that his appearance had changed.

The short golden hair turned into black hair, the gentle eyes like the sea turned into clear eyes like black pearls, the slovenly beard disappeared, and the mature and vicissitudes of the face became immature and delicate.

Joan of Arc was familiar with this face.

This is the face of the benefactor who saved her who was seriously injured, took her in who was homeless, and taught her knowledge to the stupid one.

"Yo, Jeanne, you're awake."

The boy who was hugged tightly in his arms, tightly surrounded by his well-developed chest muscles, showed her a polite but enthusiastic smile.

"What, can you let me go first?! I'm a little out of breath."

A certain beautiful young man suggested so calmly.

"Ehhhh?!!"

...............

2 minute later.

Finally figured out the situation, and understood that it was all because of her sleepiness that caused all this, Joan was so ashamed that she almost got under the covers and couldn't come out.

As a victim, Lei Luo had a relaxed expression on his face. Apart from being a little stiff, there was nothing more to do, and he even thought about comforting the overly shy Joan of Arc.

"Everyone will have such a thing as drowsiness, don't take it to heart."

Lei Luo comforted him very amiably.

After all, although he was a victim, Lei Luo didn't lose anything in general, and even made money.

Although I still don't know the depth of Joan of Arc, but her size, Lei Luo, is deeply touched now.

I have to say, only under Artoria.

Considering that Joan of Arc is only now, she still has great potential for development, and the future can be expected!

"Woooooo!!"

Hearing Lei Luo's comfort, Joan of Arc, who had already huddled under the quilt, let out a wailing cry, as cute as a cub, which immediately made Lei Luo couldn't help but laugh.

However, at the same time that she almost couldn't help laughing out loud, the nervous and flustered appearance of Joan of Arc in her sleep just now was firmly engraved in Lei Luo's mind.

This made Lei Luo very worried.

There is a saying that is good, if you don't explode in silence, you will pervert in silence.

He didn't want to see a good village girl and saint girl turn into a perverted idiot for no reason because she held her head too much... Cough cough cough, in short, he is concerned about the mental health and growth of the little girl!

"How are you feeling now, Jeanne?"

Lei Luo's concerned voice seemed to contain some kind of calming power. The originally shy Joan poked her head out from under the quilt, and saw Lei Luo's concerned face. It's just that it's not as flustered as before, but it's still a little shy.

"No, it's nothing. I don't think there's anything wrong with my body."

Lowering her head, Joan replied in a low voice.

Hearing Joan's answer that there was nothing wrong, Lei Luo couldn't help frowning, stretched out his hand, stroked the golden hair lightly, and began to admonish him earnestly.

"Jeanne, sometimes it's not because you think it's better not to bother others. If you don't feel well, if you insist on it all the time, a minor illness will become a serious illness, and then you will really cause trouble to the people around you. .”

While talking, Lei Luo couldn't help but continued to stroke Joan's hair.

I have to say that the hair quality of this village girl and saint is really amazing!He obviously didn't see how she took care of her hair. The shampoo he used was also bought together when he went shopping for daily necessities, but why does it feel so good? !

Delicate and smooth, just like silk and satin, it is hard to put it down.

Resisting the urge to continue playing, Lei Luo withdrew his palm with difficulty, looked at Joan seriously, and looked at her thoughtful expression, Lei Luo nodded in relief.

If he wanted to say what he was most satisfied with about Joan of Arc, it was that this saint was really upright and simple.

Right is right, wrong is wrong, she never quibbles or makes excuses, she will always only admit her own shortcomings, and then try her best to make up for them.

However, it is a pity that in terms of learning, hard work is not enough, and brains are needed to be able to turn around.

I don't know how the dark medieval education had a huge impact on this girl. Anyway, when it comes to knowledge that many modern people seem to take for granted, Joan always seems slow and slightly repelled when she accepts it.

It is obvious that Joan of Arc also knows this and is willing to change for this, which makes Lei Luo very gratified.

Otherwise, if he learns slowly, is still stubborn, and sticks to a set of broken principles, even if this person is Joan of Arc with a saber face, he doesn't want to continue teaching.

"Yes, teacher, I know."

Joan of Arc thought for a while, then nodded obediently, and said to Lei Luo in a low voice.

"I feel that my body is normal except for a little fever."

"Is it?"

Lei Luo raised his hand again, and pressed it against Joan's forehead. Feeling that the temperature transmitted by the palm was indeed a little hot, but it was still not to the point of fever, he was relieved in his heart.

Looks like there's really no big problem.

"Then you should take a good rest, just relax your mind, it's not good to be tense all the time, and you should pay attention to relaxation when studying."

Lei Luo pushed Joan back on the bed, and helped her cover up the quilt. Looking at Joan who was blushing and looking extraordinarily delicate, Lei Luo's heart trembled slightly, and he could only pretend on the surface With a calm look, she comforted Joan in a soft voice.

Jeanne looked at Lei Luo quietly, looking at his face full of concern, she felt her heart beat a little faster, but it was more of the last scene in her dream just now.

The horror of her brother being shot by an arrow.

Although Joan knew that this was not true, because when she was ambushed, her brother had already been sent out by her to lead a small team to do things, and he did not fall into the trap with her.