When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

When the first ray of morning sunlight shone into Jeanne's room, she was already awake.

Sitting up in bed, Jeanne scratched her itchy scalp, messing up her already frizzy black hair.

The sunlight from outside streamed through the four-lobed quatrefoil windowpanes, casting dark shadows on the floor, and through the pointed arch window, Jeanne could hear the sounds of children playing in the distance.

That was Hoen's Children's Army, which had now expanded to 55 members, divided into 5 teams, with first-generation members like Rene and Duvaron mostly becoming captains.

Thinking of this, Jeanne couldn't help but recall the collective baptism of the Children's Army some time ago.

That big, white-haired oaf insisted on being baptized as well, even calling Hoen 'papa' along with the children, which was simply shameless.

Jeanne gripped the bedsheets tightly, her teeth grinding audibly.

What angered her the most was that the oaf brazenly slept in Hoen's bed under the guise of being a goddaughter.

Each time, Jeanne personally escorted her to the bedroom, but the next morning, Jeanne would always find her in Hoen's bedroom.

On that wide mahogany bed, there were even two pillows!

Two pillows!

Before seeing those two pillows, Jeanne could still convince herself that Carrie, being a witch who had lost her memory and only knew her and Hoen, was just being a little clingy, which was understandable.

But the moment those two pillows appeared, the string in Jeanne's mind was about to snap.

You old hag, you're so old, do you have no shame? Do you know he's someone else's fiancé? The marriage contract is written in black and white!

Suppressing the surge of anger, Jeanne got out of bed and pulled a comb and hair tie from under her pillow.

Touching her messy hair, Jeanne smiled slightly. 'So what if she knows how to act spoiled? Who doesn't!'

She splashed some water on her face, loosened the tie on her pajamas slightly, hesitated for a long time, then tied it up and left the bedroom.

Turning left and walking across the cold floor tiles, she pushed open the obtuse-angled arched door of Hoen's bedroom and walked straight in.

In the spacious bedroom, Carrie sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, the tie on her collar almost completely loose, revealing her fair collarbones and smooth shoulders.

If it weren't for Carrie's towering peaks pressing against it, the pajamas would probably slide from her chest to her stomach.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, Carrie hummed that little Blue Orphan tune, leaning her back against Hoen's stomach.

Hoen, kneeling on the bed, held a comb and hair tie, intently braiding her hair.

Jeanne recognized the technique of braiding two three-strand braids into one at the back of the head at a glance, because Hoen had braided her hair like that when she was a child.

He only braided it during festivals, because it was too complicated, and there was no time to do farm work on weekdays.

But today wasn't a holiday!

"What are you doing?! Don't waste His Majesty's time!"

Although Carrie was tall, she moved as nimbly as a dog in the mountains, and she darted behind Hoen in an instant, exposing most of her body.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't mind her, she's just a child, children don't know better, why bother arguing with her."

Patting Carrie's firm, rounded thighs behind him while comforting her, Hoen spread his hands helplessly and explained.

To be honest, he was startled by Jeanne's roar.

Why does she always shout so loudly for no reason?

Hoen looked at Jeanne with her messy hair: "What did you come to me for in such a hurry?"

Jeanne's smile was a little forced, and she hid the comb behind her back: "It's nothing, nothing..."

"Since you're here, I have something I want you to do..." As Hoen said this, Carrie peeked out from behind his shoulder.

Pressing her eyelids with her fingers, Carrie stuck out her little tongue and made faces at Jeanne.

The comb in Jeanne's hand made a creaking sound.

………………

"Clang——"

Danji retreated four or five steps to stop himself. As soon as he steadied his feet, a greatsword came crashing down.

But Danji didn't panic. He leaned his body to the side and dodged the sword with a step back, then raised his flame-shaped sword and slashed down.

Just as it was about to hit Jeanne's practice armor, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed. If Danji hadn't raised his sword to block, he would have been struck directly.

Retreating two or three steps, Danji reassumed his stance and wanted to continue, but Jeanne straightened up: "You lost."

"When did I lose... when did you throw the dagger!"

Danji looked down in dismay at the dagger stuck in the gap in his armor, and raised his head in disbelief: "We're sword fighting!"

"We're in battle! If we were really on the battlefield, would you say 'no need' and everyone would stop using them?"

"A knight shouldn't use such despicable means. Aren't you also a Temple Knight?"

"Knights are that despicable!" Jeanne stuck the greatsword into the ground. "Even that legendary hero Bayard would throw daggers in battle."

"I've never heard of Bayard using a dagger."

"Chapter Seven, Section Five, Paragraph Three: 'Bayard threw a dagger at the evil dragon, piercing the dragon's eyeball in one blow.'"

"That was against an evil dragon!"

"Clearly, your study of 'The Legend of Bayard' is too superficial."

"My study of 'The Legend of Bayard' is superficial? You should read more of 'The Legend of Adimars' and 'The Knight Cival'! Then you'll know everything about Bayard!"

The two, with tense faces, switched from martial arts to literary debate, cursing and arguing, even forgetting to take off their armor.

But gradually, both Jeanne and Danji felt that something was wrong, and the argument gradually turned into silence.

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Danji straightened his bowed waist and put his sword back into its sheath: "I don't understand."

Jeanne wiped the sweat from her forehead: "What don't you understand?"

"You like chivalrous knight stories so much, and you know 'The Legend of Bayard' by heart, why do you hate knights?"

"Stories are stories, reality is reality. Chivalrous knight stories are all lies. I advise you not to take stories as reality."

"That's not necessarily true. Chivalrous knights do exist in reality."

"Then where is he? Where was he when my father was used as a shield? Where was he when I was almost violated? Where was he when Hoen was innocently beheaded?"

Jeanne put her longsword back in its sheath, removed her stuffy and heavy practice armor, and put on a coat.

"By the way, the people who did these three things were all knights..." Jeanne walked to a bench and sat down, picking up a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face and body.

"No, one knight doing that doesn't mean all knights..."

"Stop lying to yourself. I'll say it again, if he really exists, where is he?" Jeanne interrupted him directly, her eyes full of coldness.

"I've heard your story. You and I are both pitiful people who were deceived by chivalrous knight stories."

"I am a knight. Chivalrous knights are just my goal and example. I travel around doing good deeds and have never felt deceived..."

"Yes, you travel around doing good deeds, defeating bandits, but in your sleep, you were tied up by the villagers you saved, and they stole your clothes and money, forcing you to go to the church naked for help."

Danji immediately looked uneasy: "I..."

The other villagers and guards around him chuckled softly.

"You imitated chivalrous knights by drinking in the church, carrying a spear, mistaking the waterwheel for a giant, the dog for a horse, and the horse for a lion, smashing someone's wall and falling into a cesspool... Do you really think waterwheel knight is a title?"

Danji opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you slander people's innocence like this..."

Laughter gradually rose in the nearby crowd, and there were even whispers of inquiry.

After inquiring, most people wore smiles that they couldn't help but suppress.

"I know you must come from a wealthy family, a noble son, otherwise you wouldn't be so naive, squandering your family fortune and relying only on the connections left by your parents and ancestors to be a knight in this poor backwater of Hedge Village.

But over the years, haven't you seen it? What are knights like in this world now? What are priests like? Aren't you clear about it?"

Danji's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "I'm not from a wealthy family... I'm a knight!... A knight's affairs can't be calculated like this."

"Hahaha——" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but laugh, but immediately covered their mouth.

Although Danji had said this countless times, it still had a comedic effect.

"Hmph!" Seeing that Danji was still stubborn, Jeanne shook her head and sneered, turning to walk towards the monastery gate. She still had things that Hoen had instructed her to do, and she couldn't delay.

Facing Jeanne's departing back, Danji muttered, wanting to explain, but couldn't say anything.

Standing alone in place for a long time, the expression on Danji's face gradually turned gray. He turned around, shuffled his feet, and walked towards the stables.