Dark Soul Moon

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Joan didn't know how to ride a horse, but maybe God favored her. This old horse walked very smoothly when someone was riding on its back, so there was no need to worry about being thrown off the horse.

So Joan just needs to hold the reins.

"Please, take me back to Domremy."

Joan of Arc said to the old horse.

Old Matong blinked humanly.

Therefore, Joan of Arc only needs to control the direction of the old horse.

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"..."

His fingers tapped on the armrest.

Sitting high above the palace, the Lord bowed his head in deep thought.

After nearly four years of observation, Sunshine Princess has never shown any strong power, only occasionally lowering projections.

This made him a little uncertain.

Either Princess Sunshine's own power is really weak, or Joan of Arc is just a pawn of the opponent, nailed to the territory of Catholicism.

Its influence may be located in other places, such as the country in the east, or the British Isle blessed by mysterious power.

As for Sunshine Princess' own strength, he could feel that it was weaker than him, but it could still give him a sense of danger.

You must know that the Lord, as the only God of Catholicism, draws a lot of strength from the Catholic faith.

However, Sunshine Princess can still give him a sense of danger.

The divine spell she bestows on Joan is biased toward recovery.

But the Lord thinks Sunshine Princess still has something hidden.

As a god, there must be many cards in the hole.

Out of prudence, the Lord decided to continue the temptation.

On the territory of Catholicism, there is no place for a second god.

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After several days of traveling, Joan saw the outline of the village she was familiar with.

There was a smile on her face.

It feels good to be home.

She was a little exhausted after a few days of eating and sleeping in the open air.

Because Durand went back first, Joan of Arc, who had no experience in wild survival, suffered a lot.

For example, the issue of food.

Joan's instincts ensured she didn't eat poisonous food, but that didn't mean she'd get a good bite.

After hitting a rabbit by accident, Joan was excited to try roasting a rabbit.

Unsurprisingly... Joan ate the charred rabbit.

Without any condiments, a complete novice Joan of Arc could only rely on her intuition when grilling to ensure that the rabbit was not too roasted to be completely inedible.

As for the taste, well, this cannot be guaranteed.

With that crispy texture, that strange taste, that thick rabbit meat, Joan ate the rabbit that was about to be charred with tears in her eyes.

She has no habit of wasting.

The blessed body ensures that Joan will not fall over a charred rabbit.

So after eating the charred rabbit, Joan gave up the idea of cooking it herself.

Along the way, she ate wild fruits and swallowed the dry food given by Durand.

Not to mention, the taste of wild fruit with dry food is not bad, at least better than dry black bread.

The fragrance and deliciousness of wild fruit make dry food delicious.

"Finally back home."

Stretched his waist to ease the fatigue of sleeping in the open air.

She could sleep in the familiar bed at home again.

On the way, Joan of Arc slept wrapped in sackcloth given by another villager who helped her.