Jeanne [Alter] is indeed a very easy woman to handle.
Take now, for example—
Inside the church surrounded by a horde of dragons, Ian discovered that he hadn't encountered the slightest obstacle and had brought her directly into this place where only the two of them remained.
"Aren't you going to resist a little?"
Looking at the young girl holding the book before him, the man asked.
"Are you just going to let me manipulate you like this?"
"..."
Jeanne [Alter] bit her lip.
Anyone who saw this would feel that she was undergoing a psychological struggle.
"If..."
"If those things you said can really be achieved, I won't resist."
Jeanne [Alter] spoke word by word, as if emphasizing something specifically.
"But if I find out you're lying to me, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will definitely find you and exact my revenge."
"Absolutely—"
Although she could already be confirmed as Caster class, as if to preserve some unique characteristics, Jeanne [Alter] still spoke words resembling an Avenger.
But it doesn't matter.
Being like this actually felt a bit more familiar.
"Then, you will probably never betray me."
"Come—"
Ian crooked his finger at Jeanne [Alter].
"If you are truly prepared."
Here it is again...
That mysterious feeling.
Jeanne [Alter] clutched the gospel in her hand, yet felt an indescribable restlessness all over her body.
As if staying in place for one more second was a blasphemy against her own life.
Thinking this, by the time Jeanne [Alter] came back to her senses, she found that she had unknowingly walked to the front of the pulpit.
The encirclement of the giant dragons turned the church, which should have appeared holy, into a dim expanse.
The young girl could only rely on that insignificant light to see him clearly before her.
It was fine as long as they didn't make eye contact—
But once their gazes met, Jeanne [Alter] felt as if she were accepting some extremely heavy gaze.
The doubts she had received up to now seemed not worth mentioning.
As long as...
As long as she could obtain his approval, those things counted for nothing.
In a trance, Jeanne [Alter] felt her legs go weak; a moment later, the young girl knelt before him.
She didn't believe in angels—
That kind of thing only judged the human world.
But what he brought was a joy sufficient to make one drown.
"Speaking of which." The man scrutinized Jeanne [Alter] before him. "What exactly is that book in your hand?"
"This?"
The young girl held up her gospel, explaining cautiously.
"It is a gospel that can guide me to continue taking action."
"Is it a Noble Phantasm carried as a Caster?" The man evaluated thus. "Then, was the move to summon a Servant also told to you by it?"
"Mn..."
Jeanne [Alter] nodded.
"But, it wasn't achieved at all."
"The person who came wasn't some dragon-slaying warrior, but you."
"Isn't that better?"
"Siegfried might be able to help you kill dragons, but as for me, I can teach you how to utilize these dragons—"
The man's hand rested on Jeanne [Alter]'s head.
"As long as you are sincere enough."
Logically speaking, Jeanne [Alter] felt she should have been very repulsed by this feeling of having her head patted.
Because in her subconscious, such an action was equivalent to a cowardly act of admitting in disguise that she was inferior to the other party.
But—
She couldn't move.
The moment he touched her head, Jeanne [Alter] found her whole body tingling.
As if she were born to be treated like this by him.
Even realizing this was an existence akin to "Magecraft", she simply couldn't resist that impulse eroding into her bones.
"How should I express my sincerity?"
Jeanne [Alter] ultimately asked this question.
She knew that once she fell into such initiative, it was no different from submission.
But—
"Think for yourself."
The man withdrew his hand, then sat on the pulpit.
This was naturally quite rude behavior; anyone with faith seeing such a thing would probably feel annoyance from the bottom of their heart.
"To obtain power more formidable than before, there must always be some price."
"Price..."
Jeanne [Alter] fell into a dazed contemplation.
She was already completely convinced that the other party could bring the power to end the possibility of this judgment.
No.
Not bring.
He himself was that power.
"Please give me more guidance." The confused Jeanne [Alter] stood up.
If before, she was forced to follow him;
Then now, she was actively catering to him.
"Hmph—"
"Let's put it this way. You, although indeed you can also be called Jeanne, are not a Saint like her."
"You are a rotten witch, so you should do things that aren't so well-behaved."
"Wonderful doctrines can be chanted from between the Saint's lips, but you, you should emit other sounds."
The voice of [Indulgence] was echoing.
The perception in that regard was also strengthened in an extremely short time.
Him on the pulpit, of course, couldn't be wanting a kiss.
The disparate height difference made it even less likely to be a simple peek into the abyss.
Then—
There was only one answer.
Jeanne [Alter] licked her lips, discovering that she had entered a parched longing at some unknown time.
"Um, is it okay even if it's just the first time trying this?"
"The first time is what is precious, my Witch."
Listening to Jeanne [Alter]'s answer to him, Ian understood that she had caught on.
"In the days to come, you will forever remember who you dedicated your first time to."
"That is a priceless memory."
The young girl spoke no more.
She threw the gospel, which recorded all her actions up to now, onto the ground at her feet.
"Excuse me—"
Just as the words came out, Jeanne [Alter] seemed to remember something again.
She quickly added a sentence.
"No, even if you don't like it, I won't stop."
"It's not me suffering anyway."
What exactly the feeling of kissing desire was like.
Jeanne [Alter], standing at the pulpit, already completely understood.
It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was simply irresistible.
Thoughts and shell were both sliding step by step toward the abyss.
Until, Jeanne [Alter] found she had the courage to meet his eyes.
Drip.
Drip.
Something fell through the air, dripping onto the gospel on the ground.
"Just like that."
The man's hand touched the young girl's throat, and after sensing the other party's obedience, he revealed a satisfied smile.
"You will become the greatest Dragon Witch."
"I promise—"
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