"I'm saying, you should at least have some other reaction!"
Although she had received praise, Jeanne d'Arc still looked dissatisfied. But halfway through speaking, she froze in place.
".So what exactly is going on? Why do I want your approval so badly? This isn't right. It's never happened before."
Jeanne d'Arc clutched her head and began doubting herself.
"Bearing an immense hatred with no origin, blindly seeking revenge without understanding anything, and dragging the whole land of France into a sea of flames—those memories should still remain in her mind." Lawrence sighed as she watched Jeanne d'Arc muttering to herself.
"So after being defeated, killed, and forcibly freed from that tragic fate, her true self... was just a child like this?" Anno shook his head as well.
How ridiculous.
And how tragic.
A product of hatred, yet once freed from that hatred, she had turned out to be unexpectedly innocent.
Just as she was now.
"Still, it looks like Ritsuka left quite a deep impression on her back in France."
A faint smile rested on Lawrence's face. The way she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Jeanne d'Arc was like she was looking at children.
"So this is why this tedious family comedy is being played out here? Sir Anno, I believe you need to explain yourself."
Artoria stared coldly at Anno.
"Haha, whenever I see her and that boy Ritsuka, I always remember how you used to be, Lia."
Anno laughed twice and gently patted Artoria's head. The bump on her head had just been healed by Lawrence.
Artoria dodged Anno's hand and narrowed her eyes, her gaze seeming rather dangerous.
"Back then, there was a novice knight who got flustered by a few of the lowest-ranking fairies. Who was that, I wonder?"
Anno put on a thoughtful expression. Artoria's