I, Jeanne d'Arc, Walk on The World of Arknights Chapter 151: Stalled on the Christmas Special, Agony

Hearing Lemuen's words, Jeanne looked around at the rows of pitch-black buildings. She had hoped to rely on a flicker of light from within to find out where this so-called Shimring Vigil was located.

The problem was, as she scanned the area, there wasn't a single room with the lights on. It seed the Shimring Vigil had done a fine job with her security, picking a place like this to wait for them.

"What now? Should I try to find where she is using my ability?"

Seeing no clues around them, Jeanne was prepared to seek help from her all-powerful Revelation to track down the hiding Shimring Vigil. However, this seemingly excellent suggestion was t with Lemuen's opposition. Lemuen smiled at Jeanne and said:

"You rely too much on your abilities; you've forgotten the simplest way to find soone. It seems you're still too little in age. As expected, a matter like this requires soone as experienced as !"

Jeanne didn't say anything in response to Lemuen's inflated ego. She simply gestured forward with her hand, signaling for the "experienced" one to take the lead, and said:

"Please, start your performance."

Hearing Jeanne's still-skeptical tone, Lemuen proceeded to demonstrate what she called a "better way." She took a deep breath, centered her energy, and used her booming voice to shout a earth-shattering sentence:

"SHIMRING—!!!"

"Shut your mouth! Even shouting a secret code would be better than that! Do you both want to suffer a social death that badly? I want to see which new recruit is so brainless—eh? Captain? Why are you here?"

Before Lemuen could even finish her shout, the Shimring Vigil, hearing the word "Shimring," hurriedly pushed open a window and yelled down at them. However, this "Angry Bird" imdiately lost her spark the next mont.

The red-haired Liberi looked down at the vibrant Lemuen in disbelief. She hadn't expected those heartless people at Laterano to actually send her out on a mission. Seeing her, Lemuen waved her arms enthusiastically; she naturally missed this long-lost subordinate of hers imnsely.

While waving, Lemuen gave Jeanne a look that asked, 'Am I impressive or what?' Jeanne could only silently offer a thumb-up in acknowledgnt of the "tactic."

Shouting soone's codena in broad daylight... you really aren't worried about the eyes and ears spread across Lungn at all!

Before long, the red-haired Liberi appeared before them. The two of them then followed the Shimring Vigil into the dark, lightless building. Once inside the room, Lemuen slamd the door shut. She put an arm around the Shimring Vigil's shoulder and introduced her to Jeanne:

"Jeanne, let tell you, this is one of my forr teammates. She's an elite with multiple codenas like Shimring Vigil and One-Ard Chainsaw Man. You can also call her by her real na, Fiamtta."

Lemuen warmly introduced her forr teammate, while Fiamtta looked at the Saint before her with curiosity, her red eyes quietly observing Jeanne.

How did this seemingly ordinary (?) girl manage to sit in the position of a Saint? That old man, the Pope, might have so screws loose, but he was as sharp as they co and not soone easily fooled.

Still, Fiamtta didn't do anything disrespectful. After all, this was the Laterano-certified Saint; she understood the etiquette and rules that needed to be followed.

"Actually, you can just call Jeanne, Fiamtta. We're all friends; there's no need for formal etiquette in private. Besides, I'm currently 'incognito' as a Saint."

Seeing Fiamtta prepare to bow, Jeanne quickly stopped her. For Jeanne, such formalities were a nuisance; she was much more comfortable being addressed by na.

"Alright then, Miss Jeanne. I am the Laterano envoy stationed in Lungn, Fiamtta. My current codena is... Shimring Vigil. If there is anything you need my help with, please just speak up. I will do my absolute best to assist you."

When she ntioned the na Shimring Vigil, Fiamtta's face turned significantly redder. She truly didn't know how to accept this codena. With her face flushed and her hair color being what it was, she looked like a red lantern at first glance.

"But since you're here, is Mostima here too? How has she been lately? Why don't I see her around?"

Lemuen looked around but couldn't find the familiar blue-haired sankta—though she was a Fallen Sankta now.

"She doesn't live here. She and your little sister both work at Penguin Logistics now. I assu she lives in the dorms over there? That woman is elusive; only I can ever track her down."

Fiamtta dodged out from under Lemuen's arm and rolled her eyes while talking about her even more troubleso companion. In a sense, Mostima was a more difficult character to deal with than Lemuen.

If Mostima had Lemuen's personality where everything was out in the open, it would be fine. Fiamtta wouldn't have to worry so much. The problem was that Mostima always kept things hidden in her heart. Even as a friend and comrade-in-arms, Fiamtta sotis couldn't understand what she was trying to do, which was incredibly frustrating.

"But her condition has improved a lot lately. The negative influence of the thing in her hand has lessened. When I saw her two days ago, she even had the leisure to crack jokes with ."

Thinking of the Mostima from a few days ago, Fiamtta's fist tightened slightly. However, she looked at Lemuen seriously and asked:

"What is the situation with your body? How could Laterano let you carry out a mission right after being discharged? And why didn't you tell us you were coming? I didn't even know it was you today..."

The barrage of questions left Lemuen unsure of which one to answer first. Seeing Fiamtta starting to nag, Lemuen cast a pleading look toward Jeanne. If Jeanne spoke now, Fiamtta's attention would be drawn to her, giving Lemuen a chance to breathe... if only Jeanne was willing to cooperate.

Jeanne simply gave her a schadenfreude-filled "you're on your own" look and then slipped out to give them so private space, leaving Lemuen to deal with the interrogation machine.

"Jeanne! You actually...!"

Accompanied by Lemuen's tragic cry, Jeanne walked through the empty building. Actually, "empty" wasn't entirely accurate. Near the room, there was a smiling, blue-haired Fallen Angel eavesdropping.

"Hi. You must be Mostima, right?"

Mostima observed the Jeanne before her, feeling a change occurring within her own body. It seed the Saint before her did indeed possess incredible power.

"Why don't you go in and et her? She's ntioned you quite a bit lately, constantly worrying that your body was having serious issues."

Jeanne wasn't lying. Lemuen had asked Jeanne before if her Holy Water could mitigate the influence of that power on Mostima, and had told Jeanne about the incident that affected them both.

But looking at her now, the physical state of the Fallen Angel before her was much better than Lemuen had described. At the very least, her emotions didn't seem suppressed very much.

"Aren't you staying in Lungn for a while? If we want to et, we'll et sooner or later. Why make things awkward today?"

Mostima's voice carried a hint of guilt. Clearly, she wasn't ntally prepared to face Lemuen just yet. Especially now that her emotions were no longer suppressed, her feelings of guilt toward Lemuen were more intense than ever.

"She doesn't bla you. In fact, she feels bad about what you've beco... I think if you two just sat down and talked, everything would be fine."

"Perhaps... we will et eventually. But not today."