Though they said they were enjoying the fun of a date, Fang Li and Jeanne did nothing special. They simply wandered the streets, bought a few things, and even ran into a lost child on the road. They spent over half the day helping the child find their mother.
If this counted as a date, then it was probably an extremely ordinary one.
Yet for Jeanne, such an ordinary date was an ideal.
"To me, 'ordinary' is something I once cast aside."
With a nostalgic expression, Jeanne smiled at Fang Li.
Jeanne's smile made it clear that she was truly content.
"Of course, I have never regretted choosing this path."
Jeanne, who had become the Saintess spoken of by later generations, harbored no emotion that could be called regret.
From the moment she heard God's sigh, Jeanne had already decided to walk this path. If she were going to regret it, she would have done so before the flames burned her. There was no need to wait until now.
Thus, Jeanne had never regretted leaving her hometown and stepping onto the battlefield.
Even with her hands stained in blood, even after killing countless enemies and committing sins, Jeanne had never regretted it.
It was not because such things were unworthy of regret, but because Jeanne had long prepared herself to bear those sins.
But for Jeanne, even if she had never regretted it, the ordinary life she had abandoned was still something worth remembering.
Just as Fang Li and Sylvia had said.
"When all is said and done, a Saintess is just an ordinary girl."
That was all there was to it.
With that in mind, an ordinary life was Jeanne's greatest ideal.
Being able to enjoy an ordinary date was enough to satisfy Jeanne.
Thus, the two spent an