After hearing Jeanne d'Arc's words, François Prelati gave a teasing smile, his mouth curving into an almost crescent shape.
Looking at that revolting face, Jeanne d'Arc forced herself to smile.
Unfortunately, Jeanne d'Arc was terrible at hiding her expressions. Her smile looked awkward, and anyone could tell something was wrong.
Yet François Prelati seemed blind to it, completely ignoring Jeanne d'Arc's strange behavior.
Yuan Shikai had a bad feeling. It seemed as though the other party was playing along with Jeanne d'Arc, and their ambush had already been discovered.
Every person who came to confess to Jeanne d'Arc brought a powerful magic user along.
Those powerful magic users had all inspected the place, but none had noticed anything unusual.
Suddenly, François Prelati, in the guise of a young girl, pushed his luck and clung to Jeanne d'Arc's legs. He tilted his head up to look at her, wearing a sickly smile.
François Prelati said, "Big sister, do you want me to go into that confessional?"
Jeanne d'Arc startled. Suppressing the urge to kick François Prelati away, she hurried to deny it, but he interrupted before she could speak.
"Since I came in, you've looked back and forth between me and the confessional seven times, big sister. And that unnatural expression of yours looks like you've seen something revolting."
"I'm very familiar with that. Whenever I mingle with those shining, holy people, I have to pretend to fit in, putting on an act and saying lies I don't mean."
"That feeling of disgust looks exactly like the expression on your face right now. You know, I really, really want to sully them and break them."
"Jeanne d'Arc, it's been over five hundred years, and you're still the same. You're no good at lying. So did you go to all this trouble