I'm really not an old sword

Sajo Aika stood up and disappeared into the living room.

Rather than looking at information provided by allies who could not be fully trusted, she believed more in the conclusions she drew from what she saw and heard with her own eyes.

......

Lin Qingsu's house, bedroom on the first floor.

As the family's 'maid', Joan of Arc was naturally assigned to the lowest bedroom among all the others.

Francesca lived under the tree.

However, on one side is a "country girl" from nearly a thousand years ago, and on the other side is a real modern French country girl. The two are already very satisfied with the "maid's room" in this small villa.

Jeanne could sense it by listening to the surprised cries in her mind.

"Wow! What a huge bathtub! Is this what life in the big city is like?!"

"The little hole inside keeps leaking water. What a waste of water. Ugh, but it's so comfortable."

This advent was full of strangeness.

There was no Holy Grail War, and even the Oracle only told her to come to this city and wait for the time, which was a vague understanding.

The body she descended into did not merge with the original owner's consciousness as usual, and the original owner would just be a bystander until the end.

This time, the girl named 'Leticia' and she were like two souls in one body, able to communicate with each other on the level of consciousness.

"Well, that's true." Joan of Arc responded casually.

She was currently thinking about the Holy Grail.

On the contrary, Leticia, who was trapped in her consciousness and could only follow her experience, was comfortably taking a hot bath.

In fact, it was Leticia who suggested taking a bath.

Jeanne had planned to simply take a shower.

But after entering the bathroom, Leticia, who shared the same view with her, saw the big bathtub and excitedly begged her to try it. On the one hand, Joan of Arc was free, and on the other hand, she felt sorry for occupying her body without permission and disrupting her peaceful life, so she agreed.

"Ms. Jeanne, when you're relaxing, you should relax!"

Leticia lectured like a senior.

In fact, at the beginning, after adapting to the 'one body, two souls', Leticia was quiet and shy. She only appeared and answered when Jeanne asked her about various modern tools.

It often happens that Leticia, a modern person who has almost never left the village, knows nothing about city affairs and doesn't know as much as Jeanne d'Arc.

——After talking for a long time, all I talked about were the memories that Jeanne d’Arc gained.

Perhaps it was because the two souls in one body had mutual memories, and coupled with the fact that he had just arrived in a big city, he had seen all kinds of new and interesting things and was eager to share them with others.

The two girls quickly became friends, and Leticia became much more lively.

"Yeah, I know, it's just..."

"Ms. Jeanne!"

"Okay, okay, but you don't need to call me Jeanne. Just call me Jeanne."

"But the name Miss Jeanne sounds so impressive."

"as long as you are happy."

Joan of Arc felt somewhat helpless. She had never imagined that she would inexplicably gain such a great reputation in modern times and even be canonized as a "saint" by the Catholic Church.

He clearly doesn't know how to do anything except fight, and can't even recognize words.

"Hey, Miss Jeanne, if you ask me, it's actually pretty good for us to continue living like this." Leticia thought tentatively in her mind.

Because they used the same "brain", Joan of Arc understood her thoughts almost at the same time.

Leticia is an orphan who grew up in the church. She has never left the village. The church's strict rules don't even include television. The only things she has heard about life outside the church are from college students who have returned from the city and from her elders.

Like other girls, she had always longed for life in the big city, but the temperament she had developed in the church since she was a child allowed her to suppress this emotion.

However, because of her intervention, Leticia truly experienced life in a big city.

The scenery along the way, the delicious food in the restaurants, the fashionable girls on the streets, the youthful and lively girls of the same age, etc., all left an extremely deep impression on her.

This constantly challenged Leticia's belief that she would live a simple life in a country church like the elder nun.

The appearance of Lin Qingsu further fueled her desire.

Rich, handsome and good-natured.

Born in the countryside, Leticia usually sees simple uncles and aunts, and a few college students who have returned from the city, who are no match for Lin Qingsu.

Simply put, Leticia was in love.

Although Leticia didn't say it.

But Jeanne could feel her emotions, just as she could recall her memories.

The country girl who had never seen the world fell in love with the rich young man at first sight.

——At first, Joan of Arc thought she had fallen in love with him and was shocked. After thinking about it carefully, she found that it was Leticia who influenced her.

Joan of Arc felt both helpless and amused about this.

Who is Lin Qingsu?

Although Joan of Arc had never been in love, she was no longer an innocent girl.

She was called a village girl, but when she was little she was the daughter of a landlord, well-dressed and well-fed;

When he grew up and faced the invaders, he brazenly gathered a large army and led it, fighting against the invaders continuously. He once became the highest rank in the French army at that time, the royal commander.

During this period, she met countless princes and nobles, and even Charles VII and Henry V proposed to her.

Promised her the position of queen.

If she was in love, she would have been deceived by someone halfway through. She would never have ended up being burned to death.

Although Lin Qingsu was excellent in all aspects, even in Joan of Arc's eyes, Joan of Arc knew better than anyone that he was not a man to entrust her life to.

There are too many women around him.

Moreover, each of them was a daughter of a prominent family. Apart from her appearance, Leticia was far inferior to them in every other respect.

Even if I could become his woman as I wished.

Joan of Arc felt that when Leticia became tired of being played with or when she grew old and unattractive, she would probably be abandoned without regard for her life or death, just like the aristocratic mistresses and brothel prostitutes she had heard of in her time.

However, Jeanne did not persuade Leticia.

She could sense Leticia's mood, and Leticia could also know what she was thinking.

It doesn't matter whether she says it or not. Leticia still has a strong liking for Lin Qingsu, and she can't persuade him with just a few words.

"I don't know when, but I will leave eventually," Joan of Arc said softly.

After saying that, a moment of silence fell in her mind. Jeanne realized that she had ruined the atmosphere and said, "Leticia doesn't want to be trapped in here forever, right?"

"Well, I don't care. Miss Jeanne, you don't have to worry about it at all."

Letitia said, "I was scared at first, but now it feels so new and wonderful. Miss Jeanne does everything. I just have to lie down and enjoy what you enjoy. If I feel pain or tired, I can go to sleep. And I can be friends with you..."

Leticia whispered, "I don't want to be separated from Miss Jeanne."

Joan of Arc's heart moved.

She also liked the simple girl Leticia, who reminded her of the carefree time when she was under the protection of her parents and brothers and sisters.

"Maybe."

"Uh-huh!"

Joan of Arc leaned against the back of the bathtub and closed her eyes, and the two chatted about all sorts of things.

'Tatt.'

"who is it?"

Joan of Arc suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes were full of vigilance, but her tone was so gentle that no emotion could be heard.

"Ms. Jeanne, what's wrong?" Leticia felt the change in Jeanne's mood and asked in a low voice.

"No footsteps," Joan of Arc replied in her mind.

"ah?!"

Leticia was startled and dared not make any sound for fear of disturbing Miss Jeanne.

If the soul had a shape, she would be curled up in a ball, huddled in a dark corner, holding her head and shivering.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Joan of Arc comforted her. She had already regarded this cute and innocent girl as her sister.

"Hello, I live next door to you and I'd like to meet my new neighbor."

A soft female voice came from outside the door.

The words seemed to have the ability to soothe people's emotions, and Joan of Arc couldn't help but let down her guard.

"I'm taking a shower."

"It's okay, I'm a girl too."

Joan of Arc did not answer. Although the girl's voice was so soft and gentle that she could not feel any hostility, she always felt that something was wrong.

The girl outside the door waited for a few seconds and then turned the doorknob.

‘Squeak. ’

The door was gently opened, Joan of Arc raised her head, and behind the misty steam, a beautiful girl in a long dress walked in.

"She's so pretty."

The trembling little beast Leticia couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, her words full of envy.

"Hello, my name is Sajo Aika, I'm your next-door neighbor, nice to meet you."

Aika Sajo walked to the bathtub, smiled and extended her hand to Jeanne in the bathtub.

Joan of Arc always felt that something was wrong.

But the girl's words seemed to carry some kind of magic, coupled with her pure and beautiful face and gentle smile.

And the Leticia in his mind was an absolute 'traitor'.

The little village girl's emotions continued to infect her. Even though Joan of Arc was definitely not right, she still politely reached out and shook hands when she saw the girl's hand raised in the air.

"Hello, my name is Leticia."

After thinking for a moment, Zhendace said softly, "I'm just a maid at home. If you want to visit, you can go upstairs to find Mr. Lin or someone else."

"I'll look for them later."

Sajo Aika smiled slightly and said, "I need your help with something now, Miss Jeanne."

Joan of Arc's pupils constricted and she stood up immediately.

In a flash, the girl's hand suddenly appeared in front of her forehead and gently touched her forehead where a few strands of wet hair were resting.

‘Wow! ’

The next second, Joan of Arc stood up suddenly, her weapon appearing in her hand.

"Miss Jeanne, what are you going to do?"

Leticia's doubtful voice echoed in her mind.

Jeanne looked suspiciously at the empty room, her brows furrowed slightly. "Did something happen just now?"

"No, we were just chatting." Leticia pretended to be angry and asked, "Miss Jeanne, you weren't distracted while talking to me, were you?"

"No, it's just..."

"Then do you remember what I just said to you?" Leticia asked.

Joan of Arc frowned tightly, and she seemed to have figured something out vaguely in her mind.

Just now, bathroom, girl, neighbor...

"We've been talking about Mr. Lin!" Leticia whispered, "Come to think of it, Miss Jeanne, are you dissatisfied with Mr. Lin? I think Mr. Lin is a very nice person."

"Mr. Lin?"

Joan of Arc's attention was suddenly drawn away, and the figure of Lin Qingsu appeared in her mind.