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Joan of Arc saw Weston's face approaching gradually, holding an electric pen and pointing it directly at her eyes, the dazzling light made Joan of Arc compare her eyes.

"It doesn't look like cosmetic contact lenses either." Weston sighed after failing to find it.

Joan felt that this sentence was the most vicious curse in the world, even if she didn't deliberately pretend to be Leticia's tone, she felt very speechless: "I wouldn't do that kind of thing. Is it alright?"

Weston shook his head: "Not yet, I still need to check your other places."

"other places?"

Signaling 'Leidicia' to rest assured, Weston calmly put his hand on the shoulder of the girl in front of him.During the unknowing conversation, Joan's short sleeves became sleeveless, and Weston stretched out two hands to put on the other's armpit and scratched it.

Joan of Arc's face suddenly turned awkward, but the body instinctively twisted, and whispered: "Don't do this..."

Even if she is holding back, you can still see that her face is extremely rosy because of holding back.A sense of shame emerged from the spirit of Joan of Arc. At this moment, she completely empathized and understood what Leticia usually went through.

This is already sexual harassment, right?

However, what was even more deadly was that the Leticia in her memory was unable to resist in the face of such a scene.If she didn't want to be seen through, she could only accept this humiliatingly.

"The same is true for sensitive points, so only the last one is left." Weston put his hands on Joan of Arc's chest, and unbuttoned the chest.Immediately, two clumps of useless fat popped out halfway through the tight cover.

"It's the same with the bust. It's just a matter of measuring it yourself," said Weston solemnly.

Joan's eyes widened in astonishment. If the second step was just sexual harassment, this step is already at the level of hooliganism.

This is not something that conservative girls like Leticia can accept.

She was too impatient.

"Enough!" Joan sat up from the operating table and slapped his hands away.

"Stop pretending?" Weston looked playful, seeing her like this, there was no surprise on his face.

what! ?

Joan's face froze, as one of the possibilities she had deduced before, this guy...

"Have you seen my true face?" Joan of Arc was stunned. If she had known this was the case, then she wouldn't have to pretend to be an ostrich.

Weston's black pupils revealed the magic eyes of Eight Directions, and he said calmly: "You don't think that a person's habits can be completely changed in less than five minutes just by pretending, right? Are you kidding me?" , there should be a limit to treating people as idiots. Besides, your magic power is unusual, you must know that Leticia's magic circuit has been transplanted by me!"

"...Sorry." She really meant to treat him as a fool.

After all, what Leticia thought about in the hotel in her memory ended up with a rubber band, which really made her feel dumb.

"Who are you?" While Weston asked earnestly, there was also a trace of regret in his heart.Tearing up the truth means losing the time to continue to dominate the girl's body, which is a pity.

Joan of Arc's face was gloomy, and she also felt regret, regretting why she tore apart the truth without taking the first step.

In the end, she was like a clown, even despised in terms of personality.

"I'm very sorry, my name is Joan of Arc. For some unspeakable reason, I temporarily occupied the body of your friend, Leticia."

Joan got off the operating table and buttoned up her school uniform.

Finally exposed!

But the other party didn't seem to think too much about the identity of the judge.

well.

"Joan of Arc? That female terrorist who was humiliated to death in the history of French wars?" Weston was stunned.

Insult... These two words made Joan's face darken. Although she didn't know which version of her she had seen, Joan felt that it was necessary to correct the picture of the other party's delusions.

"I was burned to death." Joan of Arc calmly narrated the last scene before her death.

Even if she came to this world as a servant now, even if she could still feel the flames burning from her feet during the torture, and the pain of the flames melting her skin and bones, Joan of Arc did not feel the slightest bit about everything that happened to her during her lifetime. regret.

"And I'm not a terrorist." Joan corrected seriously.

This topic ended in this sentence. Whether the other party agreed with this or not, Joan of Arc was already planning to leave.

"I think it's time for me to go. Don't worry, I won't do anything to your friend."

"Do you think that you can pretend that it didn't happen? I tried to dissect Leticia before, and it was your fault, right?"

Joan shook her head, that really wasn't her.What prevented this man from being dissected was that the Holy Grail chose Laidicia as the basic and necessary protection of the body, but Joan of Arc could not explain this.

"You are another personality of Leticia, maybe you are possessed by a ghost, these are actually indifferent to me."

"Eh?"

Chapter 66 A Race of Speed

"Compared to how prominent your identity is, I want to know the fact that you let Leticia's body reconstruct the magic circuit. And why you can transform into a spirit body." Weston said some of his doubts come out.

His expression was full of the desire to explore 'if you don't answer these, you are not allowed to go'.

While Jeanne was stunned, she felt a little helpless after she realized it.Reconstructing the magic power is actually an order made by the Holy Grail system to let her appear in the world. In fact, she doesn't know the specific reason.

But even if she knew, Joan didn't intend to tell the other party this, because that would expose her position as an adjudicator.

"I hope you can let me go, I have to do something." Joan stared at the other party very seriously.

She believed that what she said could make this man feel her determination.

"No." Weston shook his head, automatically immune to the [Saint's Gaze] judgment, and signaled Frankenstein to guard the door.