Even a slow-witted person like Altria thinks that Jeanne and she are like sisters, and others think so even more.
"Are you really not sisters?"
This was Joan of Arc's first words after she regained consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself no longer on horseback, but lying on a warm bed. Above my head was not the endless starry sky, but a wooden ceiling.
"Where is this-?" His throat was a little dry and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Ah, you're awake." A familiar voice came from the side.
Turning around, I saw Altria, dressed in casual clothes, sitting by the bed. Not far away stood an unfamiliar woman, who must have said "sister".
Is this their base? Then this unknown woman is Altria's master
"Good morning, Jeanne."
Sky-colored eyes met emerald pupils, and Altria's greeting sounded unusually friendly, as if the two had not just met, but were close friends and relatives who had known each other for many years.
What is even more incredible is that Joan of Arc did not feel it was awkward, but instead felt that it was how it should be.
Was it because the unique atmosphere of the farmhouse reminded her of her former home? Or was it because the person beside her bed made her feel at ease
Joan of Arc didn't know, but that didn't affect her response.
"Good morning, Artoria, how long have I slept?"
"Almost six hours. It's just past seven now. If you feel tired, you can sleep a little longer."
"No, my strength has been restored, but I'm just hungry."
"Just bear with me for a while, breakfast will be ready soon. When I came back last night, I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up. Can I make up for the midnight snack I promised you with breakfast?"
"Yes, yes."
"Pfft." The third person's laughter interrupted the conversation between the two, "You still say we are not sisters?"
"Who is this?" asked Joan of Arc.
"Sixth Master Reika, my friend." Artoria introduced the two parties, "This is the judge of this Holy Grail War, Servant Ruler, her real name is Jeanna Dark."
"So you're really not sisters? Is there some special connection?"
Lingxia was not surprised by Joan of Arc's identity. She managed King Arthur's stomach and raised Jack the Ripper. Lingxia could accept any celebrity. Instead, she was curious about the fact that the King of England and the French saint looked exactly like each other.
King Arthur was active in the sixth century AD, and Joan of Arc was active in the fourteenth century AD. What happened in the eight hundred years in between
In the blink of an eye, Lingxia had already imagined a tortuous and bizarre story in her mind.
Artoria secretly left behind descendants, who changed their identities and went into exile due to the fall of the Arthurian dynasty. Finally, their glory was worn away by time and they stayed in France.
And the escape of Guinevere and Lancelot was also arranged in order to protect the descendants of Artoria. Isn't Lancelot French
Lingxia's mind is more active than that of ordinary people. She used to think of herself as a machine and didn't think about anything other than survival. Now that she is touched by Altria's sincerity, her heart is naturally no longer so cold, and all kinds of strange thoughts are increasing.
"Hmm~ I always feel like you're thinking about something very rude." The two who were mistaken for sisters looked at each other and said in unison. One of them had A++ level "intuition" and the other had A level "revelation". Even though Lingxia looked normal on the surface, she could still feel an indescribable chill.
The tacit understanding between the two also made Lingxia more resolute in her own imagination: "I feel more and more that my guess is right. Forget it, you two can continue to be sisters. I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."
Before she left, the door of the room was opened and a cute girl in a dress stuck her head out.
"Mom, the pot is boiling and the meat is cut."
"Oh, Jack is amazing." Lingxia walked up to him naturally, stroked Jack's hair gently, and said softly, "Would you like to go make sandwiches with your mother?"
"Hmm!" Jack's eyes curved into crescents, "Mother Tolia wants to eat a few."
Altria thought about it and held up two fingers.
Two - Joan of Arc thought so, and it was in line with the standard of women's food intake. However, she was wrong, very wrong.
Jack nodded and said, "I see, Mama Tolia, twenty."
Twenty! Joan of Arc was shocked at the time. This amount of food—
Before Jeanne could react, Jack continued to ask, "The second Tolia mother—"
"Joan of Arc." Lingxia corrected promptly.
"Jeanne's mother—" Jack stopped calling the stranger mother, but in Jack's cognition, Jeanne was not a stranger. Would a stranger look so much like Tolia's mother? Since she looked so much like Tolia's mother, she was also a mother.
As expected of a good match, Jack and Lingxia's thinking circuits are very abnormal.
"How many does Mama Jeanne want?"
Jeanne raised a finger blankly.
"Okay, ten for Joan's mom, two for Jack, and two for mom, that's thirty-four in total."
"Then let's get started."
"Um!"
Lingxia took Jack's hand and left Altria's bedroom, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.
When Arturia came back last night, Lingxia had already gone to bed with Jack. In order to avoid disturbing the two, Arturia moved Jeanne to her bed quietly, ran to the kitchen, had a midnight snack, and then slept on the dining table until dawn, and was finally woken up by Lingxia who got up to make breakfast, which led to the scene just now.
The creaking sound of the wooden door cleared up Joan's confused mind a little. It was only then that she realized what little Jack called her.
"Mom Jeanne? Mom?"
My God, she was only 19 years old when she was burned at the stake. She had never been married, let alone in love.
Now-
Now-
Now-
Someone actually called me mom. Although the person who called me mom was a little girl, very cute, but no, that’s not the point at all...
Poor Joan of Arc, poor saint, she was confused by the sudden mental blow, even more tired and exhausted than when she faced the heresy trial. No matter how devout her faith was, she was just a pure girl after all, how could she have such an experience.
Fortunately, Jeanne had Artoria by her side. When she heard "Mom Artoria" for the first time, her reaction was not much better than Jeanne's, and she knew how to comfort her.
"Don't mind it, Jack calls you that because he likes you. Look, don't I get called mom by her too?"
After saying this, Jeanne was barely pulled out of the chaos.
"This... This, you-you just let her call you mom?"
"I told her several times, but she didn't listen at all. She was very naive and stubborn in this regard. Later I figured it out, it's not a big deal, and being called mom won't hurt, so I just let her do it."
It's not a big deal! Although it's really not a big deal, but, but we can't do this.
"How does Miss Lingxia educate her child? Doesn't the child's father care?"
"Father?" Altria was stunned. "Ah, haven't you noticed yet?"
"What did you find?" Joan of Arc didn't understand.
"No, indeed - calm down. It should be easy to tell with your job privileges."
Hearing what Altria said, Jeanne quickly focused her attention and expanded her perception. Soon she felt a breath that was different from that of ordinary humans.
"This is!!!"
PS: Dai Mao: Jeanne, although you can eat a lot, you are far behind me. You are just an ordinary big eater, while I am a stomach from another dimension!
PS2: Shinji: Well done, little Jack, Daddy loves you!