Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) blinked her pale golden eyes, looking exactly like a village girl who knew nothing yet was intensely curious. (Narrator: Not "like"—she was one!)
"..."
This time, Lianye was the one left speechless. Jeanne d'Arc (Alter)'s train of thought really took some wild turns. And the idea that the next generation could be born just because two people made a wish together... Your thought process was ten thousand times sweeter—more naïve—than even White Jeanne's belief that kissing could cause pregnancy!
Were you really "Black" Jeanne d'Arc?! If someone cut you open, there would be nothing inside—purer than pure white!
------But on second thought, it was no surprise Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) had reached that conclusion.
First of all, she truly knew nothing. She had been born in Orleans for barely over a month. Setting aside Jeanne d'Arc's memories, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) probably did not know much more than a three-year-old human child.
And when Caster used the Holy Grail to create Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), he had probably slipped in some selfish desires as well. Turning Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) into a darkened Avenger Witch was one thing, but wanting her inner nature to remain that of a pure and flawless "Holy Maiden," an innocent little girl who did not even know what pregnancy was—that was probably Caster's true wild♂ambition.
"Tch—!"
Lianye could not help but spit in disdain at that old gentleman who could never forget Jeanne d'Arc, yet he also could not help giving him a heartfelt thumbs-up.
"What!?"
Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) instinctively suspected that she had said something wrong, but she still forced herself to look like she knew a great deal and was very impressive. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Hah—ha—guhahaha—nothing, nothing. Let's skip this topic for now, big shot."
Lianye painfully suppressed the laughter threatening to