My Heroic Life

The originally scrawny legs and arms gradually re-bulged, the cells were reactivated, the dark spots disappeared, the wrinkles on the face began to quickly flatten, the skin was no longer loose, and the blood color appeared, and the straw-like yellow blond hair became shiny and elegant again. .

Joan's muddy eyes gradually became clear, and she gradually changed from an old woman to a middle-aged woman in Roland's arms, a young man, and eventually became a glamorous girl with dazzling charm.

At the end of the curse solution, Roland finally had enough time to say a few words. He hugged Joan and smiled:

"Now it's okay. Not only are you not an old man, but you don't want to grow old in this life."

"Ok."

"However, the heroic spirit has almost no signs of aging, and the effect is not big."

"Ok."

"By the way, you are too calm. Keep your youth forever. This shouldn't be... Wait, why are you crying again?"

Roland, who was a little strange in answering Joan of Arc, turned his head and noticed that Joan on his shoulder was crying again, a little panicked for a while.

"Yes, does it hurt? Did I make a mistake?"

Roland, who was playing Soul Manipulation, was startled, but the blonde girl didn't answer, but held her hands tighter. Roland was relieved to see this, knowing that this should be sheer joy.

After a period of time, the light on the two of them gradually extinguished, and Roland felt the softness in his arms. It was a pity that he patted Joan of Arc on the back and said: "Okay, it's over."

"Ok."

The girl replied softly, but she didn't mean to let go. Roland was a little dazed for a while. Based on his understanding of Joan, shouldn't the saint rush away shyly at this time?

"Well, I haven't changed my appearance yet."

Roland said with some embarrassment, now that Joan of Arc in his arms has become a majestic Valkyrie again, but he is still in the state of an old man. There is nothing just now. Now I compare Roland's sudden strange feeling of inferiority and want to change back quickly. .

Joan raised her head, she slowly relaxed her hands, straightened up and stared at the old Roland, the man's face was wearing some uncomfortable smile, the blond girl looked at him, and immediately understood his feelings in her heart. That's just like the self who covered his face before.

How did he do it back then?

Joan looked at this fool who was aging with herself, with a quiet smile on her face. The girl who was once confused about her feelings is no longer confused. Although she is easily shy, she has always been a girl who dared to express, just like she The identity of a soldier is straightforward and unwavering.

"Wait, I will change..."

Roland's words stopped abruptly, because the girl raised her head and kissed.

Joan kissed Roland's aging face without any scruples. It was a soft kiss between lips. It didn't last long. This was the limit that a young girl with a new love could currently achieve, but Roland was stunned.

The sluggish Roland gradually regained his youth and became a young man with long black hair. Before his eyes, Joan, without any explanation, was smiling softly, like kissing his lover’s wife in the morning, blond in the night breeze. Drifting, the girl under the fog had a little more hazy beauty. Roland was in a daze for a while. The person in front of him seemed not to be Joan but the lover.

This is too similar.

If Roland just thought the two were similar in appearance before, then now, the loving Joan is even close to Anna's temperament and atmosphere.

"Jan, you, you are..."

The youth asked with some panic, Jeanne looked at Roland, and said in silence for a moment:

"thank."

"Oh, that's it, ha, haha."

Roland twitched his lips and laughed, and Jeanne laughed at this. The girl knew in her heart that the time was not yet, but her determination was firm and unshakable.

Thanks, Lan, but... this is just the beginning.

Chapter 61: I won't let you go

What kind of girl is Joan?

If it’s her admirer, she’ll probably say beautiful, holy, and kind. If she’s working with her, she might say she’s determined, serious, and responsible. If she’s a soldier under her command, she’ll probably say it is brave and strict. Leadership.

The girl has many identities and many advantages. At this time, the good feeling in her heart has been transformed into real love. Joan has fully utilized all the characteristics. Her intuition has keenly discovered that Roland's eyes seemed to contain other things. She understood the reason for a moment when she recalled her emotions.

Anna.

Roland had mistakenly identified herself when she first met Joan. She was the rumored lover of the man in front of him. Joan made a judgment within a few seconds of understanding the situation. It is too early to express her feelings, just like she is about military affairs. Like her keen judgment, she is also cautious about feelings.

Of course, this does not mean that Joan of Arc has a deep mind. In fact, the girl is very nervous. After all, she confesses that once such a thing is rejected, she will probably distance each other. This is something that Joan cannot bear.

On the other hand, the girl somewhat understands Roland. It has only been more than a month since she was awake. Even if there is a long slumber as a boundary, the man in front of him is by no means a lover who easily forgets his deceased lover, but Jeanne is patient and persevering. Under her character, she is ready for a protracted battle.

She looked at the young man beside her and said silently in her heart: I won't let you go.

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"Ah, I finally found you!"

"Brother, saint you are all right, great!"

"The giant just now was wiped out by you, right?"

The voices of Drake and the sailors came from the thick fog, interrupting their thoughts, and Joan and Roland hurriedly got up and saw them coming from the fog.

Drake, who was walking in the front, raised his eyebrows when he saw the red-faced two, and then joked:

"I seem to have ruined your good deeds."

"No, it's not like that."

Joan said embarrassedly, Roland stepped forward and asked: "How is your situation?"

"It's okay, there were a lot of enemies, but halfway through the fight, they were sucked away by the giant"

"Yes, although we have suffered some injuries, it doesn't matter with our current body."

Jason exposed his bloody chest. Although it was obviously fatal, it had no effect on those who were dead.

"..."

Roland looked at Jason who was grinning and they couldn't speak for a while, when suddenly the shouts of other sailors rang in the distance.

"Sister! It's not good, the tide is high!"

"This speed is definitely not as simple as high tide, right? It's a tsunami!"

"Damn it, what's the matter!"

The pirates were shocked and ran from a distance. Roland and the others followed their voices. Through the mist of death that gradually thinned after Hestia died, they saw a wave spreading quickly to the island.

Drake was shocked. She looked up at the sky and felt the sea breeze with her skin. After a while, she turned her head back and said to Roland and Joan with an incredible expression:

"It's a storm! But there was obviously no sign just now."