"..."
I really didn't want to get friend-zoned by such a tiny little girl!
The knight shrugged, but he could not be bothered to argue with a child.
At the time, he had no idea that the little girl he had casually rescued, Letitia d'Arc, would one day become the legendary maiden known as Jeanne d'Arc—nor did he know how great a deviation this would cause in one historical record of Heroic Spirits in the Type-Moon world. ...
Red Hare carried the knight and Letitia in circles beside the burning ruins of Domremy Village. As for whether they could find Letitia's parents, that depended entirely on their luck.
Of course, both the knight and Letitia seemed to be quite lucky.
But rather than luck, once Letitia's parents saw the towering flames suddenly rising from Domremy Village, Jacques d'Arc, who held a fairly important official post, could not possibly fail to realize that the Burgundians had attacked.
—So, once they received the news, Letitia's parents would naturally hurry over at once to make sure the blonde little girl was safe.
All the knight needed to do now was wait with Letitia for a while.
It seemed that the knight who had crossed the sea had somehow come to France to become an international humanitarian?
—That was not a bad thing. War really was a vile act that should not be inflicted upon civilians.
Besides, although Letitia looked only about seven or eight years old, perhaps 4.1, her features already showed that she would grow into a beauty capable of toppling nations.
As the saying went, you could tell a person's future at the age of three.
The knight made his judgment. From Letitia's unusually composed, mature nature, she might well grow up to become an extraordinary hero.
—So in the