Jeanne Is My Roommate / The Jeanne Sisters Go to School ...

As the day students of the church school walked to school, they always attracted the attention of young girls when they passed by the coffee shop at the foot of the mountain, where the sweet aroma of bread wafted out.

One of the girls suggested:

"Hey, let's go to this coffee shop this afternoon! Okay?" a cute girl with a Princess- style hairstyle suggested.

"Oh, go ahead! I heard they're going to release some new pastries today?" The Literature Department girl next to me nodded and agreed with a smile.

"You guys love to eat so much, huh? Be careful you don't get fat," the short-haired athletic girl remarked.

"Don't worry, the store manager there has taken special care of high school girls. The sugar intake is controlled, and the ingredients used are all green, low-fat, and highly nutritious. Also, we have PE class today, which will burn some calories, so it's fine!" A flash of white light appeared, and it was Literature Department girl who pushed up her glasses. She spoke with the wisdom of a class monitor.

"The cakes at that shop are really delicious, and the black tea is also very good. Even the young ladies all give it rave reviews. And... don't you think the owner is very handsome?" The girl with the Princess- style haircut said, blushing.

The two friends beside him fell silent upon hearing this.

"Wow... you just said you thought the owner there was really handsome..." My friend next to me pushed up his glasses and said with a strange smile.

"Really? Really? My child is at the age where she's starting to think about puberty too." The short-haired girl suddenly realized, nodded, and sighed while resting her chin on her hand.

The girl with the Princess haircut blushed and lowered her head.

"Waaah... I'll tell you! Stop talking! You little brat who can't say anything nice!" Finally, she erupted, raising her hands and chasing after her companion, pretending to hit her.

"Yay! Hahaha!"

Young girls, full of youthful exuberance, danced and chased each other along the road, their skirts fluttering.

"Tsk! What's so great about that shop? It's so noisy so early in the morning." At this moment, a girl clicked her tongue and said with obvious displeasure.

"Huh?" The three girls turned around and looked at the person who spoke, and were immediately startled.

The coffee shop door had been pushed open at some point, and leaning against it with one hand was a beautiful silver-haired girl with European features and skin as white as milk. She was wearing a cute Western-style uniform, just like the schoolgirls outside, which surprisingly suited her stunning figure perfectly.

However, the vicious dog she released at the door, with its bared teeth and menacing eyes, ready to pounce, completely ruined her beauty.

"Wait! Me now that I'm grown up... no, Second Sister! You're bullying me again! If you don't stop, the shopkeeper will have to apologize on your behalf again!"

The speaker was a young girl who looked almost exactly like a high school girl. She was carrying a red schoolbag like those used by elementary school students. She walked out of the coffee shop and pointed at the silver-haired girl with her small finger.

"What are you talking about, kid! I would never lay a hand on a normal high school girl!" she said irritably, glaring at the three noisy girls.

"Hey... don't make eye contact with her... whatever you do, don't make eye contact with her," the girl with glasses whispered to her companions.

"I'm being watched, I'm being stared at, my hair is standing on end," the short-haired, athletic girl said, trembling.

"What should we do?... Will we get beaten up? Will we be like those Bōsōzoku who surrounded the cafe on motorcycles, honking their horns, beaten until our bones are broken, turned into human Tetris blocks, and stuffed into the sewers?" The girl with the Princess- style haircut said nervously with her eyes closed.

The three girls, trembling with fear, whispered to each other, holding each other's hands. The girl with short hair held the hand of the girl with the Princess- style haircut, and the girl with the Princess- style haircut held the hand of the class monitor who wore glasses. They ran quickly towards the top of the slope.

It must have used all the strength it had when it was being chased by dinosaurs to run, and it disappeared from sight in no time.

Chapter 484 Jeanne d'Arc was a live-in partner

They stopped when the coffee shop was completely out of sight, and said with lingering fear.

"It's really hard to imagine that she's the sister of that saintly Saintess. Let's hurry up and leave..."

"Blessed Mother Goddess, Buddha, Amaterasu Omikami, all the gods! Thank you! We almost thought we were going to be killed!"

"The coffee shop is great in every way, but this one thing is just too stimulating for me... I can't handle it..."

This isn't some so-called delinquent group, nor is she a "hot girl." She's a troublemaker like a tyrannosaurus rex within the school, and even a real armed yakuza group is no match for her.

"Look! It's because of your usual attitude that everyone thinks you're some kind of monster! If this continues, even Mr. Shirou's shop will be affected." The little girl with long silver hair lectured her older sister, who was essentially her future rebellious self.

"Stop nagging! This kind of shop shouldn't even be open! If he hadn't insisted I go to this rich girl's school, I wouldn't have gone!"

With a bang, the silver-haired girl slammed the door shut, grabbed her black leather backpack, and stormed up the slope.

"Ah... wait for me! Big sister, Mr. Shirou! We're heading out!" Jeanne d'Arc called out into the coffee shop.

The two people inside the coffee shop looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

"Honestly, why are these two children always so easily startled? I really don't know who they take after," said the blonde girl sitting at the table, taking bread from a bamboo basket full of toast and spreading jam on it.

She looked exactly like the two girls who had gone out before her; they were practically identical. However, she had a gentler and more composed personality, so she appeared to be a bit older.

"Well, let's just follow the school rules for now, so let them go." The one who replied was a young man dressed in a chef's uniform with an apron, who probably looked like a college student.

The blonde girl is the eldest of the three sisters. Her long golden hair is tied into a braid at the back of her head, and her gentle smile radiates like sunshine. People at school respectfully call her 'White Rose'. She is one of the Student Council administrators of the high school district in this church academy.

Normally, one would not be eligible for this title unless they enrolled in this prestigious school from kindergarten onwards. After all, in this long-established prestigious school that integrates kindergarten to university, Student Council elections often involve various relationships.

Not only do they represent the students of the school, but they are also often responsible for maintaining regular contact with successive Student Council members and preserving their network of relationships.

As juniors, they have to collaborate in various ways with the university departments connected to the same academy, and assist their older brothers and sisters. They also often have to take care of the younger children in kindergarten and elementary school.

Because the students attending the university are mostly from wealthy and influential families, the Student Council members, selected from the best students of each graduating class, are naturally mostly accomplished individuals who are scattered all over the world.

From grandparents who graduated more than thirty years ago, they have achieved great success after half a lifetime of experience in society, and some are even regarded as legends in their respective industries.

Then there are the uncles and aunts from twenty years ago, who were at the peak of their careers, trendsetters who dominated the era.

There are also the older generation who graduated ten years ago. They have already established themselves in society, and their careers are flourishing. At the age when a person is most energetic, they are full of vigor.

Historically, elite schools were often very exclusive in their early years, and their students typically came from wealthy families.

Some of these graduates pursued their dreams and became famous artists and creators; others worked hard to start their own businesses, made a name for themselves, and became industry elites; even those who did poorly simply went home to inherit billions of dollars in assets.

To be selected, one must not only be recognized by the school's teachers and students, but also by these financial cliques.

As the holy maiden Jeanne d'Arc, she won over the priests and nun of the church, as well as the principal and teachers, with her extraordinary faith. The young ladies, more or less, had all received her enthusiastic and selfless help and greatly admired her.

Even some troubled girls going through adolescence were influenced by her and changed for the better. Their faith became more devout, and they became more understanding and sensible towards their families.

Their parents were moved to tears and felt immense gratitude towards Jeanne d'Arc.

Even her most direct competitors couldn't find anything to criticize about her character, which matched her beauty.

Gentle and kind, humble and devout, and excelling in sports, her selection is well-deserved.

It was precisely this kind of Lady White Rose who earned the trust and love of the entire school's teachers and students.

Meanwhile, the blonde girl was reaching into the basket and scooping out bread, eating it with relish. The basket, which had been full of toast, was now almost empty.

"Alright, alright, Jeanne d'Arc, how long are you going to eat? You'll be late if you don't leave soon," a red-haired man in a chef's uniform said, walking out of the kitchen behind the bar.

"Oh no! I was just trying to leisurely enjoy some delicious bread, and it's already this late!" The blonde girl exclaimed, glancing at the clock. Then, she opened her mouth wide, scooped out the last two pieces of bread from the bamboo basket on the table, stuffed them into her mouth, picked up the coffee on the table, gulped it down, hastily wiped her mouth with a napkin, grabbed her schoolbag, and hurriedly ran towards the door.

"Shirou, the bread is especially delicious today, so I'm off--!" Bang--! A gust of wind blew by, and the café door made a sound similar to when the silver-haired girl slammed the door shut as she left earlier.

"Hey! You forgot your bento... Oh dear." Shirou watched as the girl hurriedly ran out, her figure already out of sight. He glanced at the bento box on the counter and could only shake his head helplessly.

Even though the blonde girl thought she was mature as the older sister, in his eyes, after living together for a while, these three sisters were all equally clueless. Even though they seemed to have different personalities as the original and the opposite, and even the opposite Alter, they were still very similar at heart.

Chapter 485 Jeanne d'Arc's Sisters Go to School

When Shirou came into this world, he was found and awakened by Black Saber, but at that time, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) and Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc Christmas Lily were with him.

Because they encountered these children right from the start, and there wasn't much conflict in this completely new world, everyone decided after discussion to stay here temporarily.

For these Servant, although the summoning system has endowed them with a certain amount of knowledge, it is mostly just the 'common sense' they use in daily life as Servant in battle. So there is still a lot they need to learn.

So Shirou suggested that they go to school, since the world had already acknowledged the existence of the three girls and Shirou. As cousins and the three sisters, their family was recognized by society, and their identity information was automatically stored in the country's computer files, which saved them some trouble.

To avoid an overly complicated environment that might make the girls uncomfortable, after much deliberation, this closed, integrated church school was chosen as their first step into modern society.

As a prestigious private school, its educational resources are comparable to those of other top high schools. The teachers are very disciplined, and the students are all well-behaved young ladies and top students, so there's no need to worry about them being in any danger. Well... of course... "them" here refers to the other ordinary students.

To better care for them and help them learn to live in modern society, Shirou chose to open a café near the school. He used the second floor as a dormitory, with the three sisters' rooms on either side of him and across the street.

The wind chimes that served as a doorbell rang, and a guest pushed open the door and came in.

"Is anyone home? I'd like to buy some bread."

"Yes! Welcome." Shirou snapped out of his reverie and walked towards the counter outside.

"Oh, good morning, shop manager! I'm here to buy some bread today too!"

"Good morning, Ms. Sanae. I personally recommend these French bread rolls. They've just been tasted by the French and received rave reviews," Shirou said with a smile.

Ring ring! Another new customer has arrived.

"Oh, isn't this Mrs. Akiko?"

"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Sanae."

"Speaking of which, didn't you just buy bread yesterday? Why did you come here as soon as your husband left?" said the beautiful married woman named Sanae.

"Haha, look at you! My daughter is a big fan of this shop, so she insisted I buy more bread to take home as a snack. But Mrs. Sanae, what brings you here?"

"Well, my daughter also really loves the bread here, so I can't do anything about it."

"If we don't see eye to eye, there's no point in saying more," the two ladies turned to Shirou behind the counter and said.

"Please give me a special recommendation from the shop owner today! x2"

"Yes! I understand." Shirou, who already had two clips in his hands, replied with a smile.

"Hmm~!" Faced with such a smile, the ladies' anger dissipated. They stroked their faces with pleasure and responded gently.

Dealing with the handsome store manager every day, even just chatting, helps maintain a good mood. It also helps connect with my daughter. After all, when it comes to TV stars, they like SMAP, Takeshi Kaneshiro, and Masato Sakai, or the more fashionable Arashi from Johnny's, while my daughter's latest idols are young, fair-skinned, and handsome guys like Mackenyu Arata. It's really hard to have anything in common.

But the friendly, handsome guy at the coffee shop is completely different; they could easily take some time together to come over, order some black tea, and spend a leisurely holiday there.

At that moment, at the church academy, a heavy iron gate, decorated with roses, opened. Inside the academy's main gate, four paths branched off, each leading to a different school district.

In the very center stands a white Western-style clock tower with a circular time display on top, connected to a golden antique clock that chimes regularly each day.

When Black Saber and Jeanne d'Arc Christmas walked down the slope and arrived at the fork in the road in the school grounds, the elementary school children on the other side waved to them.

"Hey! Over here!" called a cute girl with pink braids reminiscent of a literary young lady, wearing a small red hat, and blinking her big, peach-colored eyes.

"Saint-chan~! Good morning!" The little girl with short gray-silver hair waved and greeted her. Because she was Christmas Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc Alter, her nickname was Saint-chan.

"You should greet them with 'Greetings!' here, that's the more common way to address them," Little Saint instructed the short-haired girl like a little teacher.

"Oh, I see. I forgot again, hehe." Little Jack tapped his head and stuck out his tongue cutely.

"Big Sister! Good morning!" Little Jack walked up to the silver-haired girl, bowed, and greeted her.

"Who's the boss?!" the silver-haired girl said, clearly annoyed.

"By the way, Miss Jenny, how are things going with you and your boyfriend?"

"Who... who?" The silver-haired girl hesitated before answering. Of course, she wouldn't say, but the thought of being asked about Shirou made her unsure how to respond. Even though there was absolutely nothing between her and Shirou —even if, even if, even if!—there was nothing at all.

But I do feel a little shy... The silver-haired girl stood there awkwardly, caught in a deep dilemma.

"Of course it's you and the blonde Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc!" Rhyme exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh?" The silver-haired girl was stunned by the unexpected reply.

"Aren't you also in a love-hate relationship at school?" Little Nursery Rhyme said, her face flushed as she cupped her hands in her hands. It was all because she had seen a yuri doujinshi she shouldn't have at Chaldea, and ever since then, she couldn't stop fantasizing.

"Haaah! Kid! Who told you I was going to have a love-hate relationship with that Saintess bastard?! I'll kill that gossipy guy!" the silver-haired girl roared angrily.

"Well, don't get excited... I've heard from the seniors that you'll always find Lady White Rose and ask her to compete with you, no matter where you are," Rhyme said with an air of knowing what she meant.

"In a competition! Of course I'll beat her! No matter the event! Let her put away her original form and act all carefree and silly! Let her see my strength!" The silver-haired girl raised her thumb, pointing to herself; then she turned her thumb down to the other side, speaking with great confidence.

Chapter 486 Jeanne d'Arc Alter's School Days

The silver-haired girl is a counterfeit Heroic Spirit, born from the Holy Grail and Gilles de Rais's obsessive devotion to Jeanne d'Arc. She is a witch seeking revenge against France, and can be seen as the opposite of Saint Tail. Originally, after the Holy Grail's effects wore off, she would have been like a rootless duckweed, possibly disappearing at any moment.

However, she used the power of the Holy Grail to launch a counterattack as Imitation Heroic Spirits. With her straightforward nature and clumsy methods, she did her best to accomplish tasks that ordinary people could not complete, but she made up for everything with her extraordinary seriousness and enthusiasm.

Thanks to her world-renowned status and the fame of the Servant Saint Joan of Arc, there are indeed people among humanity who believe that she may have a witch-like side. For example, English playwrights, even Shakespeare, created a France witch named Jeanne d'Arc of Arc.

Therefore, the possibility of existence was made possible by drawing upon the imagination of all humankind.

The silver-haired girl accepted her own limitations, hating herself while acknowledging that she was a villain, despising herself while accepting the Saintess's charity. Thus, as a special Avenger-class Servant, the evil Dragon Witch, she was recognized by the Throne of Heroes.

Saint Joan of Arc, who served as the prototype, accepted the existence of the silver-haired girl out of her compassion, acknowledging that she might indeed have such a side. Thus, the silver-haired girl survived as Jeanne d'Arc of Arc alter d'état.

However, the silver-haired girl could still assert. "She hates that Saintess who is tolerant, kind, and generous to everyone the most!"

"Oh, oh, oh! I'll cheer you on!" Rhyme said, blushing and raising her clenched little fist in a vow.

"Huh? What kind of brain did you come to that conclusion?! Do I have to shove a textbook into your head to wake you up?! Support my ass! I don't need it! Who wants to get along with that silly, smiling Saintess?! You kids, aren't you going to school? Don't be late! Hurry up, hurry up~!" The silver-haired girl waved her hands at them disdainfully.

"I understand, I understand, I won't interfere with your time together, sisters." Rhyme took a step back, lifted her skirt, gave a ladylike bow to indicate her departure, and then turned to call out to Little Saint and Little Jack.

"Ah! It's almost time! Hey, hurry up, or the bell will ring!"

"Oh! Is that really true?" Little Saint and Little Jack checked the clock and agreed.

"Let's have a race! The first person to get into the classroom wins!" Rhyme cutely covered her mouth, giggling as she shouted, and then dashed out.