In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Also.

The miracle that brings about a 'miracle'.

—The Saint Tail of Orleans

...

You reunite with the highly respected Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc saw your return and noticed the disarray of your clothes. She didn't speak, but simply gave you a welcoming smile. You knew she could tell you that you had also been through a battle; her eyes told you that you had indeed fought side by side. But you didn't explain, only congratulated her on her victory.

['This is our victory, and also a victory for France.']

The girl corrected your statement.

"I am France"—you really wanted to say that, but you held back in the end because you didn't want your "descendants"—that is, your present self—to be confused.

In fact, you were feeling a bit tired at this point.

[By forcibly mimicking a 'pseudo-core' within your body, and briefly shrinking a grand barrier—a power that even a color-level magician of an era would need to rely on the magic power of river ley lines to fully unleash—within your body, while increasing the strength of your basic magic, it also consumed a large amount of your magic power.]

In an era of depleted resources and the end of the divine age, magic is life itself.

While it wasn't life-threatening, it was certainly exhausting.

Joan of Arc noticed your weariness.

She ordered the troops to remain stationed there to prevent the English from returning, and also sent Gilles de Rae to knock on the gates of Orléans Castle—to inform the Orléans garrison, who were still reeling from the sudden, lightning-fast battle.

That night, you were assigned to Joan of Arc's personal tent as a 'medic'.

[Living and eating with him]

Lu Kang: "?"

Looking at the blonde girl in front of him, who was alone in the tent, looking completely exhausted and unlike anyone he had been during the day, Lu Kang's face and eyes were filled with confusion.

At this moment, the young girl was sitting bent over in front of the campfire. In the flickering light, Joan of Arc's body, now free of her daytime armor, was revealed to be exquisite and graceful. Her full breasts drooped slightly as she bent over, casting deep shadows on her slender waist. Her legs were crossed, and her long skirt pressed tightly against her hips. The inverted triangle of shadow undulated, and her hands hung down, rising and falling slightly.

Being mistaken for a 'military doctor' for no reason is one thing... after all, he has read a lot of books and does know quite a bit about medicine—at least he is definitely better than the most common bloodletting therapy in this world.

But he remembered that Joan of Arc was not injured at all during the day.

Instead, we should observe this guy's state and actions at this moment...

"You're doing this on the battlefield?" Lu Kang couldn't help but complain.

"What?" Joan of Arc, startled awake by the sound, abruptly raised her head, allowing Lu Kang to see the movement of her hands hanging limply—she was holding a roll of parchment, her hands trembling, her expression blank.

His gaze snapped back to focus in an instant.

Realizing Lu Kang was there, she felt like she had seen a savior and quickly grabbed him.

"Quick, Mr. Vic—help me see what's written on this letter!"

"..."

Just read the book.

If you don't understand it, you don't understand it.

Why is this girl trembling?

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Written as a military doctor, read as a secretary (major revision)

"You, you can't possibly be illiterate, can you?"

Speechless, Lu Kang noticed the girl's embarrassment and was also somewhat puzzled: "Aren't you from a wealthy peasant family in the countryside?"

Strictly speaking, medieval peasants had no concept of wealth. Those who could be called rich peasants were essentially just rural landowners. While Joan of Arc's family was far inferior to those of true nobles, they were still considered to have some wealth. Their family background was not much different from that of Victoire, whom Lucan was simulating in this life. In any case, they were both qualified to learn to read and write.

Not to mention, Lu Kangke remembered that the other person had said that she had been praised for her good memory by an old nun in the countryside—

“Well… of course I have studied it…” Joan of Arc suddenly began to stammer as she said this.

Lu Kang suddenly realized: "So you just didn't learn it?"

"How could you not have learned it!"

The girl excitedly defended herself, saying, "It's all because those characters are so weirdly shaped and crawl everywhere; just looking at them makes my head spin and makes me sleepy—"

"Looks like I really didn't learn it."

Joan of Arc remained silent.

The Joan of Arc sank.

"Okay, I just didn't learn it."

Joan of Arc gave up the struggle.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Lu Kang thought to himself that one should not judge a book by its cover. Judging by appearance alone, no one would guess that the seemingly heroic and dashing girl in front of him had not even learned to read. He thought to himself that perhaps this was another kind of talent-driven girl? All her talent was focused on 'intuition', 'insight', and even 'vitality', with absolutely no humanities!

"So, you want me to help you deal with the battle reports you have?" Lu Kang took two steps forward and sat down ten steps away from Joan of Arc. He glanced at the words on the paper the girl was holding, instantly understood, and spoke leisurely.

Battle reports from all sides on the French front were something Joan of Arc had never received before. Perhaps because the victory at the Battle of Orléans was miraculous, the various French armies began to recognize her as the front-line commander appointed by Dauphin Charles. Battle reports that would never have been sent before appeared in Joan of Arc's hands for the first time.

Although it was only the first time, Joan of Arc knew that this would never be the last.

This is the real reason she sought out Lu Kanglai!

"The supreme commander of the front lines can't even read? I've got you covered—Miss Joan of Arc." Lu Kang couldn't help but laugh.

"You don't want others to know you're illiterate, do you?"

Although this could not really be considered a threat to Joan of Arc.

Lu Kang's words were mostly just jokes.

But Joan of Arc was still taken aback.

then.

"No matter what, please don't let anyone else know about this—I'll do anything, Mr. Vic!"

Lu Kang was startled when he saw the girl suddenly bowing down in a posture almost like a monk kneeling.

This girl is really cooperative!

Lu Kang choked up.

"Can he really do everything?"

"real!"

The girl raised her eyes, her rosy eyes revealing a deep seriousness.

She lay prone with her head slightly raised. From Lu Kang's angle, he could see the full curves of the girl's chest tightly bound under her dark dress, her slender waist, her slightly lowered back, and her suddenly erect nipples... Her long dress was scattered around her. Lu Kang's gaze turned, meaningful.

In any case, I am still full of youthful vigor.

The girl in front of me is absolutely youthful, charming, and captivating.

and so.

"So, starting today, you must read and write for me—coincidentally, I previously taught the children in the village to read and wrote a book of basic French sentences for that purpose—"

Lu Kang's smile faded, and he took out a book from inside his robe with a serious expression.

Regardless, he didn't want his future business partner to be a 'manager'!

"ah...?"

Joan of Arc's face froze instantly.

The girl's face showed a slight bitterness: "But... I don't even know how to read words..."

"Oh, I've also compiled a comprehensive basic vocabulary list." Lu Kang pulled out another book.

"letter..."

"Also."

Lu Kang took another bite.

He waved the three basic textbooks in his hand, a knowing look on his face: "Any other questions, Miss?"

"No...I don't have any left."

Joan of Arc hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back, ultimately fearing that Lu Kang might pull out some more 'heavenly books,' and could only say no.

But she clearly only wanted the other person to come and help her with her written work, not to come and find her teacher!

The girl was annoyed.

Even though there were many more people she could have sought help from, such as Gilles de Rais, who was loyal to her—that young knight from a noble family, even if he knew the truth about Joan of Arc's illiteracy, he would certainly not tell anyone—when faced with a flood of war reports from all over the country, Joan of Arc couldn't help but think of Lucan first.

Ultimately, it all comes down to that incredible, almost godlike quality that Lu Kang possessed.

It comes down to it.

It was because of her inexplicable trust in him.

This can be attributed to the revelation given by the Lord—granting her the spiritual insight to judge all things.

Joan of Arc was so certain of this.

"Then it's settled."

Lu Kang placed the three textbooks on the table: "From now on, I'll help you with those battle reports, and you'll be in charge of learning to read. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me—I promise I'll scold you first, and then teach you with a stick."

Then again.

Have we missed any of the intuitions given by the Lord so far?

Could I have screwed myself over?

The girl's face turned bitter.

But you have to jump into the hole you dug yourself, even if it hurts!

You began your role as a military doctor, residing permanently in Joan of Arc's camp, sharing her meals and lodging, processing battle reports, interpreting intelligence, sending letters, and teaching her to read and write every day.

Then you discover that Joan of Arc's talent for writing was, as she herself said, almost nonexistent.

[But it's okay, as a magician, you think this little bit of difficulty is no challenge for you.]

You chose to give up.

Haven't you ever seen a brain that, after being enhanced by magic, accelerates its thinking several times over, yet still can't remember a single letter?

During this time, you and Joan of Arc grew increasingly familiar with each other—although you readily followed her advice based on her personality, and there were hardly any barriers between you, you felt like you had known each other for a long time, but time ultimately became the foundation for true comrades-in-arms and even close friends.

Going with the flow doesn't violate normal human emotions.

Unlike other magicians who sever all ties with the world and become mere 'tools' in the pursuit of mystery and origins, you do not.

During this time, Jean de Dunois, the commander of the Orléans garrison who had successfully lifted the siege, personally opened the city gates to welcome you after confirming your identities.

You follow behind Joan of Arc, watching the blonde maiden in armor ride a white horse, carrying a banner of irises, leading her army into Orleans, where the entire city's soldiers and civilians welcome her with torches lit.

During this period, more and more French troops came to join you, and your forces gradually grew to tens of thousands.

Joan of Arc decided to seize the opportunity to march north and reclaim more French territories lost to England.

Throughout this time, you never ceased your pursuit of the mysterious.

[The path of simulating a 'large source' with a 'small source']

[A breakthrough has gradually been achieved]

...

"Is this the 'good news' you brought me, Mr. Terrell Bariuereta?"

The country of England, located across the Channel from France, is London.

Adorning the luxurious classical palace.

The tall, thirty-something-year-old man looked down at the mind lying prostrate at his feet, his lion-like eyes exuding a heavy, oppressive aura: "You lost to Tuval, yet you did not die. Instead, you sent him to provoke me—perhaps I should consider this your betrayal of me, your defiance of Baruelletta and the Tramberlio family?"

"No...it's not..."

The prostrate youth looked up to offer his explanation.

"Of course I know you are not, cannot, and dare not, but I am even more aware that others will think this way!"