Dark Soul Moon

The corners of the doll's eyes twitched.

If the other party wasn't so rude, she would have wanted to invite him to join the Angel Cult.

Joan was definitely a genius clergyman.

The speed at which this belief strengthened was rarely seen in her life.

If the belief can be turned into a numerical value, then Joan's belief is approaching 30 at this time.

Then, she is only twelve years old now.

If it continues to grow at this rate, I am afraid that by the age of fifteen or sixteen, the faith will be at least 60.

This is already the level of the most devout clergyman.

At the beginning, the highest faith of the winged knights under her command did not exceed 60.

Twelve years old this year, she is a genius saint.

This sentence describes the situation of Joan very well.

"Jeanne, it's time to eat."

Joan's father calls Joan to breakfast.

"Ok."

Joan picked up Ge Cide, and then came to the dining table.

Ge Cide looked at the food on the table and remained silent.

Perhaps it was such a difficult condition that Joan of Arc had such a devout belief.

The breakfast on the table was extremely simple, with black bread and broth with some minced meat.

The black bread was hard and needed the broth to soften it up.

Ge Cide sharply saw the small stones mixed in the black bread.

How can this be eaten?

However, Joan still ate all of it without any sign of dissatisfaction.

For her, today's breakfast is already very good, at least there is broth.

Joan was used to this kind of food.

However, Ge Cide, who grew up eating exquisite food, really couldn't understand how Joan could eat this kind of food with relish.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

Holding Ge Cide, Joan left directly, and then she should start today's study while herding the sheep.

Grazing the sheep and coming to the grazing ground, she took out a book, a wooden sword, and poor Ge Zide from the bundle she was carrying.

It's not that she doesn't want to become a soul, but once she becomes a soul, Joan will pinch her back into something unknown.

This time the body of the doll is already pretty good-looking.

What did you pinch before?

Tentacles with strange eyes, strange objects with unknown faces, monsters with thousands of hands and feet...

The shape is pretty normal now, albeit a bit ugly.

Just when Joan was about to start practicing swordsmanship, the necklace on her chest floated up.

Then, a familiar figure emerged.

That was the knight-sama who saved her life.

As soon as Ember appeared, she found herself hugged.

"Master Knight, you are out again!"

Joan raised her head and looked at him with shining eyes.

"..."

Leaving Joan of Arc's embrace easily, Ashes looked around.

After thinking about it, he decided to personally show up to train Joan of Arc, lest Gewei Avia and Ge Tzude do anything to Joan of Arc.

"What about the sword?"

Ashes asked.

Joan of Arc reacted quickly.

The knight was referring to the sword Ge Tzude brought her earlier.

"Master Knight, I left that sword at home!"

After all, that sword looked like an excellent weapon.

If someone sees it, I'm afraid there will be some trouble.

Therefore, Joan of Arc still practiced swordsmanship with a wooden sword on weekdays.