Infinite: Starting from Resident Evil

“Okay, Jenny… um, although that nickname sounds nice, I think calling you Joan of Arc is easier to pronounce.” Shen Ye tried calling her that, but still felt that calling her Joan of Arc was both easier to pronounce and sounded nicer.

Joan of Arc, he suddenly thought of that flag-bearing Servant from a certain anime.

“No, because many people call me Joan of Arc. I think we should have a different name for each other.” The silver-haired witch shook her head, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

"Shen, do you have a nickname?" she asked immediately. "What do your family members call you?"

Nickname...

There definitely are, but...

He immediately shook his head, banishing the painful memories of the past from his mind: "No, there's no nickname, they just call me by my name."

"That's it!"

The silver-haired witch was a little troubled.

"How about I give you a nickname?"

Shen Ye glanced at Jeanne, who was tilting her head and looking at him, and said, "Just call me Shen. I'm used to that title."

"That won't do." The silver-haired witch bit her alluring red lips, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly.

"Let me give you a name. How about Cheshire Cat? I had a Cheshire Cat doll when I was little, and I loved it."

"no……"

Shen Ye immediately refused. He didn't mind having a nickname, but this one was too cute. Besides, it seemed that another witch used this nickname to refer to someone. It wasn't a unique nickname, unless that person died one day, or he snatched the nickname from that witch's mouth.

Uh……

Does this mean I've accepted this title?

Shen Ye's lips twitched a few times.

Seeing Shen Ye's displeased expression, Joan of Arc became even more certain of her idea: "Whatever, I'm going to call you Cheshire Cat. From now on, you'll call me Jenny. Don't get it wrong, okay? Cheshire Cat."

"No." Shen Ye shook his head even more firmly: "I won't agree, and nothing I say will make a difference."

After saying that, he got up and headed towards the bedroom, but then he turned back and asked Joan of Arc, "Joan of Arc... well, Jenny, where shall I sleep?"

At this moment, the silver-haired witch was still muttering about what was wrong with the nickname Cheshire Cat when she suddenly heard Shen Ye's words. She raised her head sharply and exclaimed, "Oh no, I forgot to make your room and bed!"

"Wait a moment, I'll go get the sheets and blankets..."

Seeing Joan of Arc rush into the storage room, Shen Ye breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to steer the conversation away from the topic of that nickname.

Inside the storage room, Joan of Arc rummaged through drawers and cupboards, searching for a second set of clean sheets and blankets, even though she had been single for hundreds of years. This was easy for her, as she herself changed her bed sheets frequently.

"Found it, it was indeed placed here."

Soon, Joan of Arc found the bedsheets that had been changed last month in a box. However, just as she took the bedsheets out, a cold male voice rang in her ears.

"Joan of Arc, I have sensed another witch. Go, find her, and capture her."

Upon hearing this voice, Joan of Arc paused, a look of struggle flashing in her eyes, before she said fiercely, "Shut up, I know."

After saying that, she grabbed the bed sheet and was about to leave the storage room, but the male voice rang out again.

"This afternoon, I discovered a mysterious outsider at the school where you work. Find him, track him down, and then kill him before you leave."

This time, Joan of Arc did not respond immediately; she stood there, stunned. She could guess who the male voice was referring to.

After a while, she continued in a low voice, "I understand."

After a while, the male voice stopped, and she walked out of the storage room with a gloomy face. She paused at the door, thought for a moment, forced a smile, turned around and went into the master bedroom. She then went into the second bedroom to make the bed for Shen Ye.

Not long after, she came out of the second bedroom. Her expression had returned to normal, though a trace of sorrow occasionally flashed in her eyes.

But when she arrived in the living room and saw Shen Ye, the last trace of sorrow in her eyes disappeared.

"The bed is made, you can go to sleep now." Joan said to Shen Ye with a smile, "That was taken from my bed, it's covered in my scent, I hope that when you sleep on it, it will feel like you're sleeping in my arms."

These words made Shen Ye glance at Jeanne's chest. The towel wrapped around her chest was pushed far away from her lower body, completely out of reach of her body below the chest. With each step she took, the towel below her chest remained still, swaying as if blown by a strong wind.

So Shen Ye shook his head and said, "That feeling is definitely far from the same."

"It's a pity you didn't agree last night, otherwise you could feel my broad chest right now." As the silver-haired witch said this, she leaned forward slightly, gently brushing one hand across her chest and supporting her pert buttocks with the other, striking an alluring pose.

"I'm not in a hurry, there will definitely be opportunities in the future." Shen Ye smiled, then looked away, got up and walked past Jeanne d'Arc into the second bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As the door slammed shut, Joan of Arc's gaze darkened once more.

“Badr, you bastard…” she muttered under her breath, “One day I will smash your head in with my own hands and send you to meet Lady Styx, where she will give you a proper welcome.”

Lady Styx is a demon who has made a pact with her; sending someone to meet Lady Styx is tantamount to sending them to hell.

"However, just like I feel about her, Shen, I can't bring myself to hurt you either. Sure enough, even though only half a day has passed, in my heart, you are already just as important as her."

Joan of Arc murmured to herself again. She had made up her mind that even if she carried out the order, she would not be ruthless to the most important people in her heart. After all, carrying out an order did not mean that she had to kill them. The restrictive magic that controlled her also had loopholes that could be exploited.

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Chapter 498! Craftsmanship

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In the second bedroom, Shen Ye lay on the bed with her head on her arm. To be honest, the blankets, which were covered in the scent of the silver-haired witch, did give her a sense of peace.

However, perhaps because he had been teased by the witch many times tonight, he couldn't fall asleep even after lying in bed for a while, so he could only squint his eyes and think about things.

“I need to find a time or opportunity to remove the restrictive magic from Joan of Arc. However, according to that person, removing the restriction should be simple, but that will definitely attract Baldr's attention. He has the Left Eye of Light, and it won't be easy to defeat him. Besides, he's not the most dangerous person in this world.”

Before the female lead of this story world officially appears, Shen Ye doesn't want to reveal his existence too early. Even though several powerful beings are helping him, he really enjoys this time of entering a new world and quietly exploring everything.

"Speaking of which, since you are so powerful, could you please make sure that Baldr can't sense when I remove the restrictive magic from Joan of Arc?"

After thinking for a while, Shen Ye tentatively tried to contact them.

"can."

After a long while, someone replied. Judging from the voice, it should be the one who had snorted at him earlier.

"But you must use my power, not that bastard's power."

Shen Ye: "..."

Would someone as powerful as him swear?

"Try cursing me again?"

Suddenly, another voice rang in his mind.

"You bitch!" A disdainful voice immediately rang out.

"Let's pick a place for our final showdown, you bitch!"

"Who's afraid of who? Come on!"

"..."

Listening to the constant cursing in his mind, Shen Ye couldn't believe that the beings described by the system as the most powerful in the multiverse would actually argue.

But I must say, he has a pretty rich vocabulary; at least there are some words he'd never even heard of before.

"Quiet."

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Ye spoke up in his mind to stop him.

But obviously, the two of them completely ignored him and continued to hurl insults at each other.

"Oh no, now I'll be even less able to sleep."

Shen Ye lay straight on the bed, staring blankly at the sky.

However, at that moment, Joan of Arc's voice suddenly rang out from outside the second bedroom door.

"Kitty, are you asleep?"

At the same time, the moment Joan of Arc's voice appeared, the voice in Shen Ye's mind suddenly disappeared, as if it had been forcibly interrupted.

Could it be the reason for Joan of Arc's appearance?

Shen Ye was a little confused, but he didn't think much of it and didn't notice anything wrong with how Jeanne addressed him. He replied, "Not yet!"

"Is it because you can't sleep because you can smell my scent, or... are you using my blanket to comfort yourself?" The witch's words were bold and direct.

"..." Shen Ye said helplessly, "How could that be? I'm way past that age."

“Then you have insomnia.” Joan’s voice was full of temptation: “But it doesn’t matter. Let Teacher Joan give you a lesson, and you’ll fall asleep quickly. Besides, Teacher Joan has already changed into a professional outfit that she has never worn before. Do you want to see it, Shen?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Ye immediately pictured Joan of Arc wearing a white shirt, a black pencil skirt, long legs encased in black stockings, and high heels.

Shaking his head vigorously, Shen Ye banished the image of Joan of Arc in her teacher's uniform from his mind. The witch's excessive initiative was becoming too much for him to handle.

"No need, I'm going to sleep soon." Shen Ye decided to let himself calm down first.

Shen Ye immediately heard Joan of Arc's slightly disappointed voice: "Alright then, I won't bother you any longer."

Just as he was wondering if he had rejected her too decisively and hurt the witch's feelings, the door to the second bedroom was suddenly opened from the outside.

"Is she trying to force herself on me?" Shen Ye immediately guessed this possibility.

But he was wrong. The silver-haired witch didn't come in. Instead, she opened the door a crack and threw in a soft strip of cloth the size of a palm, which landed right on his face.