When Cao Cao found her, his impassioned speech had set Jeanne's blood boiling. Having achieved nothing of note in the Church, she had chosen to join the Hero Faction, hoping to make a name for herself.
Ren was not angered after hearing her out.
"Heroes have never existed to establish achievements and careers."
"Then what are they for?"
Jeanne was a little bewildered by those words.
Why did this sound different from what Cao Cao and the others had said?
They were all descendants of heroes. Their ancestors had accomplished all kinds of great deeds and were remembered by the world, yet their generation could only live ordinary, uneventful lives.
The blood of heroes within them rebelled at every moment.
That was why they wanted to prove that neither gods nor Maou could look down on them!
What kind of hero spent their life in mediocrity?
Yet just as Jeanne was about to argue back, Ren stood up.
The warm sunlight happened to stream through the window and fall upon him. The radiance gleaming along his side made him seem like some saint.
"Only those who fight to protect others can be called heroes."
"..."
Seeing this, coupled with the atmosphere of the moment, Jeanne could not help opening her mouth slightly.
She felt that Ren was giving off an extraordinarily special aura.
Especially after carefully considering what he had just said, Jeanne felt her mind and body tremble.
Heroes did not exist to achieve glory—they existed to... protect others?
Jeanne looked at her hands and recalled fighting alongside Ren in Italy. After they had killed those vampires, the humans had looked at her as though she were their savior.
"I've said all I need to say. The rest is for you to figure out."
Ren patted Jeanne on the