Chapter 46

The daytime defensive battle had ended, and night had fallen. The officer in charge of defending the fortress led everyone to the camp.

During their conversation on the way, Su Mo learned that this city was called La Charité. After learning of the upheaval in Orléans, La Charité's lord had not only taken a great deal of the city's wealth, but had also fled to England with his personal guards and all the city's elite troops. Those left behind to defend the city were merely the old, weak, sick, and disabled, which was why the entire fortress had fallen so easily.

"I am deeply sorry. We actually mistook the Saint who saved us for a witch... Such a crime can only be atoned for with death!"

As he spoke, the officer knelt and drew his sword, intending to take his own life in apology. However, Jeanne d'Arc snatched the sword away from him.

Jeanne d'Arc shook her head and said, "I am not a Saint, and you need not blame yourself for this. Please stand."

"Saint...?"

Seeing Jeanne d'Arc crouch before him and raise a hand toward him, the officer was overwhelmed with emotion.

After standing up, the French officer was about to step forward and thank Su Mo's group when he discovered that they had set up a barbecue grill. The Black Armored Knight was even using his greatsword to gut the Wyvern?

No matter how he looked at it, they were clearly planning to roast the Wyvern and eat it.

"Wait, brave warriors... what are you doing?"

"What else would we be doing? Cleaning it, lighting a fire, roasting it, and eating it, of course." Su Mo answered the utterly dumbfounded officer as though it were only natural. After working for a while to deal with the dragon's corpse, he decisively cut a huge chunk of meat from the Wyvern, put it on the rack, and lit the fire. He even hummed a tune as he roasted it.

Jeanne d'Arc was also stunned by Su Mo's actions. But then she remembered that Wyverns contained trace amounts of poison. If people ate them, they would surely be poisoned.

"Wait, you can't eat these dragons. Inside them..."

"The poison, right? It's fine. I washed it thoroughly and removed the poison. Besides, look at this dragon meat. It's obviously going to be tender and juicy. Aren't you going to have some?"

Seduced by Su Mo's words, Jeanne d'Arc touched her growling stomach. Drawn in by the aroma of roasted meat, she unconsciously sat down beside Su Mo.

"Come to think of it, everything happened so suddenly that we haven't even properly spoken yet. Let's introduce ourselves again. My name is Jeanne d'Arc. And you are?"

"My name is Su Mo, a Master from Chaldea. They are my Servants."

"My name is Kiyohime. I am Master's Servant. It is a pleasure to meet you!" Like a shy newlywed wife, Kiyohime opened her folding fan to hide her face. After speaking, she secretly glanced at Su Mo.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Mash Kirei, a Demi-Servant."

"Ar... thur..."

Lancelot's blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Jeanne d'Arc. The undisguised killing intent made her feel a chill run through her body.

"Come to think of it, I wanted to ask earlier. I don't believe I have any grudge against this Mr. Berserker, so why does he hate me so intensely?"

"That's a complicated matter. You look far too much like King Arthur."

"Yes, Senpai is right." Mash nodded as well, staring unblinkingly at Jeanne d'Arc. "If it weren't for Miss Jeanne d'Arc's sacred aura, and that scientifically impossible lump of fat on her chest, I almost would have mistaken you for the Saber we met in the Great Hollow."

After Mash finished speaking, the village girl covered her chest, her face burning red. Su Mo also stared at Mash in shock. It was difficult for him to imagine his junior saying something like that.

After an awkward silence, while they waited for the meat to cook, Su Mo, as Chaldea's representative, began exchanging information with Jeanne d'Arc.

During this exchange, they learned that Jeanne d'Arc had only manifested recently. Aside from knowing that Orléans, Charles VII, and the surrounding cities had been slaughtered by the suddenly appearing "Jeanne d'Arc," she knew that all of France was now in chaos, with everyone terrified of and filled with hatred for the name "Jeanne d'Arc."

Jeanne d'Arc's words were filled with deep self-blame and helplessness. After all, all this misery had been caused by "herself."

"I can understand why everyone hates me. After all, I was burned at the stake only a few days ago. Even if I had not done such things, simply appearing before them would cause panic. Fortunately, this is the homeland where I was born and raised, so at least we speak the same language."

Watching the village girl suddenly perk up, Su Mo frowned. "I think we'd speak the same language even if this weren't your homeland. Forget it, I won't complain about that."