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"Who are you?" Gilles' gaze fell upon Asher, his eyes filled with wariness.
"Calm down, Gilles, he's not an enemy," Jeanne explained.
"He's someone the Lord sent to help me."
"The Lord, you say...?" Gilles repeated, his expression changing. For a moment, his eyes showed an unconcealed anger. "If there truly was a Lord, how could he watch his loyal follower suffer and even be burned at the stake?!"
Jeanne was silent for a moment before slowly saying,
"Everything has its reason."
"Such a thing is not reasonable at all," Gilles' eyes showed disgust, mixed with deep sadness. "Both France and I owe you an apology. I know this cannot atone for my sins, but."
Asher silently watched Jeanne, who had fallen silent, and interrupted Gilles' words: "Let's talk about these things after it's over. In any case, we need to leave here first."
"Marshal Gilles, you should know what the most important thing is right now, shouldn't you?" Asher continued. "This is also Jeanne's wish." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the dungeon exit.
Gilles' voice halted. He turned to look at Jeanne, whose face showed a slight smile. "Gilles, he's right. There are more important things to do now... Can I ask you for something?"
"Ah, I know what to do, please leave it to me," Gilles sighed. "Anyway, even if I don't agree, you'll still go to stop the Black Saintess, Jeanne."
"Thank you, Gilles," Jeanne said. "I'll join you as soon as possible. Please be careful until then." Gilles looked at Asher again when he said this, his eyes full of wariness.
Although he was still a bit uneasy, since Asher had followed Jeanne into the dungeon to rescue him, he should be an ally. Nevertheless, it was still better to be careful.
Asher waited at the dungeon entrance for a moment, then looked at Jeanne who had come out and asked, "What should we do now? Go directly to the Cathedral?" Jeanne seemed to be still a bit dazed; Gilles's words had made her recall past events.
"Jeanne?" Asher called out again. Jeanne finally reacted and immediately nodded, "The sooner we stop Jeanne, the safer it will be." Asher gave Jeanne a strange look, thought for a moment, then squatted down and turned to her, saying, "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."
Jeanne was stunned, asking in confusion, "Why?"
"It'll be faster if I carry you. Are you planning to run to the Cathedral?" Asher said. "It's quite a distance to the Cathedral from here. You'll probably lose a lot of stamina by the time you run there."
Jeanne hesitated, then looked at Asher again. "But..."
"It's not the first time I've carried you. Hurry up, don't
waste time," Asher said.
"You were a white dragon before... it's completely different now." For once, the Saintess's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Hurry up, the Lord says wasting time is a shameful act," Asher said again.
"..." Jeanne was clearly bewildered by Asher's words, so she took small steps forward, her soft body pressing against Asher's back, her hands wrapped around his neck.
"Alright, let's go," Jeanne's voice was noticeably quieter.
Asher walked a few steps forward with the girl on his back. Jeanne finally couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you transform into a dragon?"
"The White Dragon and I are two different entities, so I can't transform into the White Dragon," Asher said seriously, feeling the soft pressure of the girl on his
back.
"Is that... so?" Jeanne murmured, somewhat confused.
"Of course." Almost at that instant, the previously slender young man transformed into a white dragon, soaring into the sky with a startled cry from Jeanne.
Thump! Jeanne smacked the stubborn white dragon's head hard, then covered her hand, facing the strong wind and loudly saying with great dissatisfaction, "You were deliberately messing with me, weren't you!" Clearly, Asher could have transformed into a dragon from the beginning, but he didn't do so immediately for no other reason than to startle her.
"Of course I was deliberate!" the White Dragon replied proudly, almost putting its hands on its hips in arrogance.
"You really are a mischievous fellow." Jeanne pouted slightly, her hands wrapped around the white dragon's neck, whispering, "Next time, I'll definitely get my revenge."
"If you can do it," Asher glanced at the girl sitting on the dragon's back, grinning. For some reason, Asher just found it amusing to tease Jeanne. Seeing the Saintess's sulking expression made him feel very happy, perhaps because he had been "bullied" for too long during his time in Britain and the Land of Shadows. Of course, if Asher knew that there was a group of people sharpening their knives in his room, waiting for him to wake up, he probably wouldn't be smiling so happily.
"But you're a bit more relaxed now, aren't you?" Asher suddenly said. "Being too tense isn't necessarily a good thing. You don't have to think so much, after all, it's already history, isn't it?" The current Jeanne was a Servant; her being burned at the stake was already history. Even thinking about these things now had no meaning, which was obvious.
Jeanne was stunned, then a bright smile quickly appeared on her face. "Thank you." Clearly, Asher had only used that method to make Jeanne relax because he noticed she was distracted earlier. Although that method was more akin to a scare.
"Ash, you should know about my story too, right?" Jeanne asked softly.
"Of course."
"Do you also believe my sacrifice was wrong?" Jeanne asked.
"Of course. That burning at the stake was completely
unreasonable to begin with," Asher said.
"So even you think so?" Jeanne lowered her gaze slightly, a helpless smile appearing on her face.
"But at least the ending was beautiful... though that was after your death," Asher suddenly said. "Have you seen
The Tempest?"
Jeanne: "?" Although she didn't speak, the question mark above her head showed that she completely didn't understand what Asher was saying.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you haven't read any books," Asher
suddenly realized. Moreover, Shakespeare's works came later, so it was normal for Jeanne not to have seen them.
Thump! Jeanne slapped the white dragon's head again, then covered her hand. Ugh... it really hurts. This guy's head is so hard.
"What do you want to say?" Jeanne asked.
"It's a story of revenge," Asher said, "but in the end, everyone lived happily ever after."
"A story of revenge, and in the end everyone has a happy
ending?" Jeanne repeated.
"Yes," Asher said. "Your sacrifice wasn't completely without value. Ultimately, everyone lived a happy life."
"You mean my sacrifice led to the final peace, don't you?"
Jeanne's face broke into a smile after a brief thought. "If that's the case, that's truly wonderful."
"If you get the chance, tell this story to Gilles," Asher said.
"Mm, if I get the chance." Jeanne gently stroked the white dragon's head, her eyes much softer than before.
"I said, don't touch my head!" The white dragon raised its eyes and gave Jeanne a disgusted look, as if saying, "Get away from me, woman."
"I'm stroking the white dragon's head," Jeanne said.
Asher: "...Is there a difference?"
"Didn't you say it yourself when you were carrying me earlier?" Jeanne's lips curved slightly. "You and the White Dragon are two different entities."
Asher: "..." After a long silence, he said helplessly, "You really aren't like a Saintess. You hold grudges so much."
"I told you, I cannot be called a Saintess," Jeanne said,
showing a charming smile.
"Now I believe you," Asher said. The White Dragon shot towards the Cathedral.
They flew with Jeanne all the way to the Cathedral, but they soon found that there was not a single guard at the Cathedral's entrance. "That's strange, is it an empty fort strategy?" Asher, now in human form, scanned the surroundings, saying somewhat puzzled. There were quite a few Wyverns by the Cathedral door, subtly crouching on both sides, looking as if they were welcoming Asher's arrival.
Jeanne glanced at the Wyverns on both sides, her eyes puzzled. She thought, This doesn't seem like an empty fort, does it? After all, there were so many Wyverns guarding it. Although she didn't know why these Wyverns were just idling on both sides, not moving at all.
"Never mind, let's go inside first" Asher said, stepping into the Cathedral.
"Roar!" Almost the moment he stepped into the church, a roar suddenly erupted. A Wyvern from the church door lunged at Asher.
"Watch out" Jeanne's pupils contracted slightly. Just as she was about to draw her sword, Asher had already raised his eyes. In overload, his eyes turned golden, bright as day. The Wyvern's pupils reflected those eyes, and almost instantly, its attack came to a halt. Then, it bowed its head slightly, looking as if it was admitting fault.
"It's fine, go guard outside," Asher patted the Wyvern's head. He then watched as the Wyvern flapped its wings and flew out of the church.
Jeanne was slightly stunned, saying in disbelief, "Why is it listening to you so much? Could it be that those outside earlier also listened to you and didn't attack
us...?"
"I converted it with love," Asher said seriously. Jeanne didn't speak, but her helpless gaze towards Asher said it all. No one would believe such words from him. It's likely something similar to dragon bloodline suppression.
Jeanne scanned the surroundings, muttering, "There are no other guards here apart from the Wyverns. Is it overconfidence, or are they busy dealing with another group of enemies?"
"So, Jeanne has other enemies?" Asher murmured thoughtfully. "Let's continue deeper into the church. If nothing goes wrong, they should be there." Jeanne nodded, walking ahead of Asher, continuing deeper into the Cathedral.
They hadn't walked much further when they saw a man standing in the hallway. He bowed slightly towards Jeanne, "Please stop here, Jeanne."
"Gilles, stop here. Don't make any more mistakes," Jeanne gripped her weapon, pointing it at Marshal Gilles, who seemed completely insane no, perhaps Black Magician Gilles would be more accurate.
"The fault lies with this country, with France!" Gilles
spread his arms. "This country, full of sin, should not exist in this world!" Jeanne was about to speak when a cold voice suddenly echoed from afar.
"Indeed, this country, this land filled with sin, will be destroyed by dragons. After that will be an era of dragons rampaging, and France has no value in existing."
A silver-haired woman walked from deeper within the hallway. A cold and cruel smile was on her face. Her appearance and demeanor were no different from Jeanne's, the only difference being the unconcealed murderous intent in her eyes.
"Dragons... are you referring to those dragons outside?" Asher asked.
Jeanne was visibly startled. Only now did she suddenly remember something very important. With so many Wyverns guarding outside, how did these two get in?
And there hadn't even been any signs of a struggle.
"Never mind, in that case, I'll deal with you here," Jeanne's face regained its smile. "You're already too late. The strongest trump card has already been summoned."
"You actually did it, then? Ah... that's wonderful, truly wonderful!" Gilles' face showed an ecstatic smile. His dry, branch-like hands covered his face, and a cruel smile twisted his lips. "Come, defeat these two enemies, King Arthur!" Gilles spread his arms, as if to welcome the King of Britain.
"Eh?" "Ar... Arthur?" Asher was a bit bewildered, murmuring to himself, "How is that possible?"
"What's wrong?" Jeanne turned to ask.
"It shouldn't be..." Asher still looked bewildered. At that moment, footsteps approached from deeper in the hallway. Asher looked up, his gaze fixed on the person emerging from the shadows in the hallway. Long golden hair was coiled, a golden crown adorned her head, and her clothes completely failed to conceal her proud chest. She held the Vanguard Lance. In the dim light, her emerald
green eyes were still bright and clear.
"Come, King Arthur, defeat the enemies before you! I shall grant your wish." Gilles said to the tall woman beside him, his voice filled with wild joy.
"I will deal with them immediately, don't worry," Artoria said.
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