The Fallen Saintess Is Being "Goku'd" (Not Really) (Continued)

Mo Wang then spread his hands and spoke to the angry Black Joan in front of him.

"Uluru~!"

Looking at Mo Wang's smug face, Black Joan let out a low growl.

"Wow, that sound is really scary, it's just like a puppy. By the way, Joan of Arc, is this how you usually sound when you're angry? Can I see it?"

Seeing Black Joan's appearance, Mo Wang couldn't help but find it amusing. He also wondered if White Joan was like this when she was angry.

Hmm, the Holy Maiden gets angry like a puppy? That sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

"Aha, Master, please don't say such misleading things. Even I wouldn't do something so embarrassing."

Joan of Arc listened to Mo Wang's words and said with some helplessness.

To say that someone gets angry like a puppy... well, looking at my tied-up self, just by looking at it, I do look like a puppy.

"Hmph! What are you two doing here now? Are you trying to laugh at me for looking like this!"

Black Joan glared at Mo Wang and Joan of Arc as if she were looking at a pair of adulterers.

"Oh? You know a lot about this?"

Upon hearing Black Joan's words, Mo Wang's already irritating expression became even more punchable.

"How did you know we came here specifically to laugh at you? Oh dear, the former Dragon Witch is now tied up in this prison, forced to pant like a Hakimi. Isn't that hilarious?"

"On another note, have you ever thought about changing your name? How about Haji-jin? I think it suits you quite well~"

"You bastard!"

"Gurgle~"

As Black Joan faced Mo Rongwang's smug face, her breathy breathing became increasingly pronounced.

"Ha! If you just wanted to come and take a look, then you're satisfied now."

"So get out of here! Do whatever you want with me, but I will never surrender!"

At this moment, Black Joan spoke to Mo Wang and Joan of Arc.

"Hey, don't say that. What if you get proven wrong later? That would hurt a lot!"

Mo Wang looked at Black Joan's stubborn face and let out a mocking laugh.

"Hmph! Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve! I will not yield!"

Faced with Mo Wang's words, Black Joan was like a noble female knight facing an interrogator.

"Speaking of which, don't you think this place is incredibly damp?"

Just when Black Joan thought Mo Wang was going to do something to her, Mo Wang suddenly shifted his gaze to Joan of Arc beside him.

"Huh? It's a prison after all."

Joan of Arc hadn't expected Mo Wang to suddenly ask her that question, and answered somewhat flusteredly.

To be honest, Joan of Arc at this point didn't know what Mo Wang was supposed to do either.

Originally, she just wanted to have a good talk with her other self, but Mo Wang followed her immediately after hearing that she was coming.

Joan of Arc of Arc was unsure of what Mo Wang wanted to do.

Surely they don't actually want to torture Black Joan, do they?

"Hmm, I'm actually a little hungry. In that case, let's have some barbecue!"

To the astonishment of Black Joan) and Joan of Arc, Mo Wang suddenly lit a bonfire in the prison.

"Master?! What are you doing?!"

Joan of Arc of Arc was dumbfounded when she saw the bonfire. Why was this person starting a fire here?

"Of course it's barbecue! Sit down quickly, let's eat and talk."

Mo Wang casually pulled out several pieces of meat, bread, fruit, and wine from his pocket, and then invited Joan of Arc to sit down next to him.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Seeing Mo Wang pull out a bunch of food, Black Joan became wary.

She really didn't understand what Mo Wang was going to do next.

"Of course it's about eating, is there even a question?"

Mo Wang answered matter-of-factly, his hands moving non-stop as he skillfully skewered the meat pieces onto iron skewers and grilled them over the fire.

The sizzling sound of oil soon filled the cell, and the aroma of meat mixed with spices quickly dispelled the musty smell. Joan of Arc sat somewhat awkwardly by the fire, watching Mo Wang magically produce several more small bottles and sprinkle seasonings onto the roasting meat.

"Master... is this really appropriate?"

Joan of Arc asked in a low voice, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Black Joan, who was bound by chains.

"What's inappropriate about it? There should be some rules and regulations even when interrogating prisoners."

Mo Wang turned the meat skewers, golden fat dripping into the fire with an enticing crackling sound. "Besides," he said, "Look how stubborn she is. Maybe she'll tell the truth once she's full."

"Nonsense! Who wants to eat your food!"

Black Joan abruptly turned her face away, her long, silvery-white hair swaying with the movement. But suddenly, her stomach let out a loud "gurgle—", which was particularly clear in the quiet cell.

Mo Wang and Joan of Arc simultaneously turned to look at the source of the sound. Black Joan's ears turned red visibly, her chest heaving violently from the tight chains. "Look, what are you looking at! I'm not hungry!"

At this moment, Black Joan never expected that she would make such an embarrassing sound.

Because of insufficient magic power and not having eaten for a long time, she shamefully started moaning when she smelled this aroma.

"Oh~"

Mo Wang drew out her words, deliberately waving the golden-brown skewers of meat in front of Black Joan, "So the Dragon Witch's magic makes such cute sounds? Want to try some? They're freshly grilled."

"You!"

Just as Black Joan was about to unleash her attack, another rumbling sound from her stomach froze her in place. The continuous battles and the depletion of her magical energy had indeed left her starving, and what was worse, that bastard had grilled her favorite cutlet!

Joan of Arc suddenly stood up, took the two skewers of roasted meat from Mo Wang's surprised gaze, and walked straight to Black Joan.

"Another Me,"

She said softly, "At least replenish some of my energy, right?"

Black Joan Alter stared intently at the food so close to her, the steam from the grilling meat making her eyes sting. How long ago was it that, in that burning square, someone had also offered water to a girl bound to the stake in the same way...

"Who wants your fake kindness!"

Suddenly, Black Joan bit down on the skewer of meat with a fierce glint in her eye, tearing off a large chunk of meat with her sharp canines, and mumbled, "When I regain my strength, the first thing I'll do is burn you all!"

Mo Wang chuckled and handed over another glass of mead, "Alright, alright, we'll wait. But before that—"

He Magecraft produced a napkin and tied it around Black Joan's neck. "Be careful not to get the sauce on your clothes, this is a new skin, right?"

"Ugh! (I'm going to kill you!)"

With her mouth stuffed full of food, Black Joan could only let out angry whimpers, the chains rattling as she struggled. Watching this scene, Joan of Arc suddenly recalled her Master's words about a "ruffled wildcat," and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

At this moment, after barely managing to swallow a Black Joan of meat, the aroma of oil and meat instantly filled her mouth.

"Speaking of which, what kind of meat is this? Why does it taste so good?"

At this moment, Black Joan was somewhat puzzled.

This was the first time she had ever tasted this kind of meat.

What kind of meat has such a unique texture?

"Oh, you didn't know?"

Upon hearing Black Joan's words, Mo Wang couldn't help but show a pleased expression.

"Wh-what?!"

At this moment, Black Joan looked at Mo Wang with suspicion, and suddenly, a bad premonition arose in her heart.

"That's right, this meat is actually leftovers from the Dragon Slaying Tournament. I've carefully kept some of it."

Mo Wang grinned mischievously at Black Joan.

"You, you mean! This is... Fafnir's flesh?!"

At this moment, Black Joan looked at Mo Wang as if she were seeing a demon.

"You, you bastard! How could you!"

At this moment, Black Joan suddenly felt like vomiting.

"Why are you spitting it out? Is the meat not tasty? I clearly prepared extra."

Mo Wang was holding two skewers and waving them in front of Black Joan.

With just a slight sway, the rich fragrance once again wafted to Black Joan's nose.

"Gurgle~"

Seeing the skewers of grilled meat covered in chili peppers in Mo Wang's hand, Black Joan subconsciously swallowed.

Okay, even though this is Fafnir meat, the taste is still just too delicious!

She clearly considered Fafnir a friend! But this taste! She simply couldn't resist it!

At this moment, Black Joan seemed to see Fafnir, who had already died, giving her a thumbs up.

"Would you like another bite, Miss Black Joan?"

At this moment, Mo Wang kept waving the meat skewers in his hand in front of Black Joan, tempting her.

"Gulp! You might as well just kill me!"

Black Joan, caught in a dilemma, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, the classic female knight line actually came out?"

At this moment, Mo Wang looked at Black Joan and showed a satisfied expression.

"Hmm, to have the fallen saintess utter the classic female knight line, that's truly something else!"

Mo Wang nodded in satisfaction.

"Enough! How long are you going to torture me?!"

"Bring on whatever tricks you have!"

At this moment, Black Joan shouted to Mo Wang.

"Oh? You said it yourself."

After hearing what Black Joan said, Mo Wang immediately pulled out a whole bunch of strange little toys.

"I never thought that I would have the chance to use the things I saw from Jarilo before."

"Hehehe, now let's begin the enjoyable torture."

At this moment, Mo Wang let out a laugh like a villain towards Black Joan.

"Don't come any closer! You pervert! Stay away from me!"

Black Joan stared in horror at the strange little toys in Mo Wang's hands, the chains rattling but unable to retreat an inch. She watched helplessly as the devilish man crouched before her, holding a fluffy pink feather.

Let's start with the basics!

Mo Wang to show an innocent smile as the feather gently brushes against the soles of Black Joan's feet.

"Waaaaah! Stop, stop! Hahahaha... you bastard!"

Black Joan's angry curses suddenly turned into a series of uncontrollable laughs, and her chained body began to writhe violently. Joan of Arc covered her mouth, watching her other self's silver hair tremble wildly, and her ears quietly turned red.

The feather had just landed when a cool touch suddenly pressed against her neck. Black Joan gasped, realizing that Mo Wang was using a quill pen dipped in ink to draw a small turtle on her collarbone.

"You...!"

The tingling sensation from the pen tip made her voice tremble, "I want to... um... burn you to ashes..."

"He's talking so much, looks like I'll have to shut him up."

Mo Wang magically produced a bright red apple. Black Joan's eyes widened, and just as she was about to protest, her mouth was stuffed full. Her bulging cheeks and angry eyes made her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.

The quill pen continued its journey across Black Joan's face. A turtle was drawn on her left cheek, a mustache on her right, and the words "Stupid Witch" were written in large characters on her forehead. Most outrageous of all, Mo Wang actually unlocked the chains around her collar and drew a small, menacing fire dragon on her snow-white skin.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"