When the first rays of morning sunlight shone into Jeanne’s room, she had already opened her eyes.
Sitting up in bed, Jeanne scratched her itchy scalp, making her previously ssy black hair even more tangled.
Sunlight stread through the four-petaled cross-shaped windows, casting shadows on the floor. Through the pointed arches, Jeanne could hear the distant sounds of children laughing and playing.
These were Horn’s Child Soldiers, now expanded to 55 mbers, divided into 5 squads. First-generation Child Soldiers like René and Duvalon had mostly beco captains.
Thinking of this, Jeanne couldn’t help but recall when the Child Soldiers held their collective baptism recently.
That big silly white-haired guy insisted on getting baptized too, shalessly calling Brother Horn "papa" along with the Child Soldiers.
Jeanne gripped the sheets tightly, her teeth grinding noisily.
What made her the angriest was that the big silly guy actually slept on Horn’s bed under the guise of being a church girl.
Every ti Jeanne personally took her to the bedroom, but the next morning, Jeanne would always find her in Horn’s bedroom.
There were even two pillows on that wide cherry wood bed!
Two pillows!
Before seeing those two pillows, Jeanne could still convince herself since both Jia Li and she were witches and had lost their mories, only knowing themselves and Horn, being clingy was understandable.
But the mont those two pillows appeared, the string in Jeanne’s mind nearly snapped.
Old hag, at your age, have so sha. Do you know that he’s soone else’s fiancé? Their marriage contract is written in black and white!
Suppressing the sudden surge of anger, Jeanne flipped out of bed, feeling around under the pillow for a comb and hair tie.
Feeling her own tangled hair, Jeanne smiled wryly. Isn’t it just being coquettish? Who can’t do that!
Washing her face with clear water, she slightly loosened the strings at the collar of her pajamas. After hesitating for a long ti, she decided to tie them up and left the bedroom.
Turning left past the cold floor tiles, Jeanne pushed open the dulled arched door to Horn’s bedroom and walked straight in.
In the spacious bedroom, Jia Li sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, the strings at her collar almost entirely undone, exposing her white collarbones and smooth shoulders.
If not for Jia Li’s shapely figure, the nightgown might have slipped from her chest to her belly.
Bathed in the gentle sunlight, Jia Li humd a tune from the blue orphan song, leaning her back against Horn’s belly.
Horn knelt on the bed, holding a comb and hair tie, focused intently on braiding her hair.
Jeanne instantly recognized the technique of braiding these two three-stranded braids at the back, because when she was young, Horn had braided her hair like that.
It was only done during festivals since it was too complex, and there was no ti with daily chores.
But today is not a festival!
"What are you doing?! Don’t waste his grace’s ti!"
Although Jia Li was tall, her movents were as agile as a mountain dog. In a flash, she darted behind Horn, exposing most of her body outside.
"Forget it, forget it, although she’s big, she’s just a child actually. Kids don’t understand much, why bother with her?"
Patting the firm, round thigh of Jia Li behind him, Horn helplessly spread his hands, explaining as he comforted her.
To be honest, Jeanne’s sudden shout had startled him.
Why yell so loudly every day? It’s incomprehensible.
Horn looked at Jeanne’s unruly hair: "Why did you rush here to find ?"
Jeanne’s smile was a bit forced, and she hid the comb in her hand behind her: "Nothing, nothing..."
"It’s just that you ca here, I have a task for you..." As Horn said this, Jia Li sneaked her head over his shoulder.
Pressing her finger on her eyelid, Jia Li stuck out her little tongue, making a funny face at Jeanne.
The comb in Jeanne’s hand creaked and squeaked.
.........
"Boom——"
Danji retreated four or five steps before he stabilized, and just after he steadied his footing, a longsword ca slashing down at him.
But Danji wasn’t flustered. With a sidestep, he evaded the blade with a backward step, raising his fla-shaped sword to strike down.
Just as it was about to hit Jeanne’s practice armor, a flash of lightning abruptly streaked across. If Danji hadn’t raised his sword to block, he would have been directly struck.
Danji stepped back two or three paces, reset 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 at the dagger stuck in the seam of his armor, then looked up incredulously: "We were in a sword fight!"
"We were fighting! In a real battle, if you say not to use sothing, does everyone not use it?"
"A knight shouldn’t use such despicable ans, aren’t you also a temple knight?"
"Knights are exactly this despicable!" Jeanne stabbed the great sword into the ground, "Even that legendary hero Bayer would throw daggers in a fight."
"I’ve never heard of Bayer using a dagger."
"Chapter seven, section five, paragraph three, ’Bayer threw a dagger at the dragon and pierced the dragon’s eye.’
"That was against a dragon!"
"Clearly, your study of ’The Bayer Chronicles’ is too superficial."
"My study of ’The Bayer Chronicles’ is superficial? You should read more of ’The Adimas Chronicles’ and ’Knight Sivall’! And truly understand Bayer’s everything!"
Both of them wore rigid expressions, transitioning from a martial duel to a literary one, angrily cursing and arguing to the point of even forgetting to take off their armor.
Gradually, both Jeanne and Danji began to feel sothing was amiss, and their argunt drifted into silence.
Danji straightened his bent waist and returned his sword to its scabbard: "I don’t understand."
Jeanne wiped the sweat from her forehead: "What don’t you understand?"
"You like the stories of Knights of Chivalry so much, can recite ’The Bayer Chronicles’ backward, why do you hate knights?"
"Stories are stories, reality is reality, the stories of Knights of Chivalry are all deceitful, I advise you not to take stories as reality."
"That’s not necessarily true, there are indeed Knights of Chivalry in reality."
"Then where is he? When my father was used as a shield, where was he? When I was nearly violated, where was he? When Brother Horn was innocently beheaded, where was he?"
Jeanne returned the longsword to its scabbard, then removed the hot and heavy practice armor, and donned a coat.
"Incidentally, the ones who did these three things were all knights..." Jeanne walked to a nearby bench and sat down, picking up a handkerchief to start wiping the sweat off her face and body.
"No, just because a knight does this, doesn’t an all knights do..."
"Don’t deceive yourself anymore, I maintain, if he truly exists, where is he?" Jeanne directly interrupted him, her eyes filled with ice.
"I’ve heard of your deeds, you’re just like , both are pitiful people deceived by stories of Knights of Chivalry."
"I am a knight, Knights of Chivalry are just my goal and idol, I roam around and act chivalrously, never feeling deceived..."
"Yes, you act chivalrously, repelled bandits, and in your sleep, those villagers you saved tied you up, took away your clothes and money, leaving you no choice but to go to the church naked."
Danji imdiately showed a perturbed expression: "I..."
Other surrounding villagers and guards emitted low chuckles.
"You imitated Knights of Chivalry by drinking in the church, carrying a long spear, mistaking the watermill for a giant, a dog for a horse, and a horse for a lion, crashed through soone’s wall, and fell into a dung pit... Did you truly regard Water Mill Knight as a title?"
Danji widened his eyes and said, "How can you falsely accuse like this..."
Laughing voices gradually rose among the crowd nearby, and whispers of inquiry could be heard.
After inquiries, most people couldn’t help but grin.
"I know you probably co from colossal wealth, noble progeny, otherwise you wouldn’t be so naive, squander family fortune, and only rely on connections left by ancestors to be a knight in the impoverished Tree Hedge Village.
Have you not seen over these years? In today’s world, what are knights like? What are priests like? Are you still unclear?"
Danji’s face reddened intensely, veins bulged prominently on his forehead: "I’m not from colossal wealth... I am a knight!... Knight’s matters can’t be judged like this."
"Hahaha—" soone in the crowd couldn’t hold back a laugh but imdiately covered their mouth.
Though Danji had said these words countless tis, they still maintained a codic impact.
"Hmph!" Seeing Danji still stubborn, Jeanne shook her head coldly, turned and headed for the monastery’s gate, she had matters Brother Horn instructed to complete and could not delay.
Facing Jeanne’s departing figure, Danji muttered, wanting to explain but couldn’t utter a word.
Standing alone at the spot for a long ti, Danji’s expression gradually turned gray, he turned, shuffled his feet, and walked towards the stables.
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