"Exploring alone was too boring."
As expected, Aiou's answer had absolutely nothing to do with romance. Joan of Arc did not know why, but she felt a little disappointed deep down.
Then she felt that she must have gone mad. If she had not gone mad, how could she possibly feel disappointed?
She took a deep breath and asked, "So you still can't send me back now?"
"Play a little longer. You'll only plague other people if you go back, so you might as well let me plague you." Aiou grinned.
Joan of Arc's eyes widened as she snapped, "When have I ever plagued anyone?"
"Phantom Thief Joan, although some people think you rob the rich to help the poor, in my eyes, you steal other people's wealth, then dispose of property that does not belong to you according to your own ideas, and finally gain satisfaction from it. At the end of the day, you're just a thief." Aiou laid out his case with sound reasoning.
Joan of Arc fumed, "That's what my class mission requires. It shows that the Lord of Infinite City supports what I do. Besides, I've never lined my own pockets or embezzled a single cent. How does that make me a thief?"
"But you stole things." Aiou folded his arms and spoke blandly.
Joan of Arc angrily said, "The money taken from criminals is either returned to its rightful owners or donated to orphanages. Do you know how many children avoid hunger and cold every year because of me?"
"But you steal things. If you steal things, you're a thief," Aiou insisted.
With an angry roar, Joan of Arc pounced on Aiou. After dodging aside, Aiou said coolly, "When you can't argue me down, you want to resort to violence. Sure enough, you're the