Chapter 494 Saint and Cat Girl

"Good afternoon, today's sunshine is warm, it's a good day for sleeping~"

"I can't help wanting to sleep..." Shuoyue had only said half of his words when a consciousness quickly surged from his mind and pushed him back.

The young man looked at the blonde saint with a faint smile, and said in a light tone:

"If you want to sleep, it doesn't matter if you lie in the quilt or on the sofa, but don't stay by my side."

"Really, do I look like such an indecent person?" Joan of Arc was also used to Shuoyue's straightforward words like a knife. She pretended to be dissatisfied and walked to Shuoyue, sat down opposite him, looked at the young man's handsome face and deep eyebrows, and laughed again.

"But it's really amazing. I didn't expect that after going around in circles, you and I are actually on the same front."

To be honest, Joan of Arc thought she still had to work hard to defeat Shuoyue, but now it seems that the Lord still favors them.

Thinking of this, a faint blush appeared on the face of the saint, and Shuoyue also tilted his head slightly, staring at Joan's dazzling golden hair in the afternoon sun and her brilliant smile, and pursed his lips.

"Hmm."

In a harmonious silence, Shuoyue picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Joan. The girl took it with a smile, blew it for a while, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yes——

Drink it all in one gulp.

Even Shuoyue was dazed for a moment. He looked at Joan of Arc, whose face was full of "Praise me for being so good", and always felt that this French saint was like a Samoyed sticking out her tongue, seemingly beautiful, but actually cute.

"Joan, this is tea."

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Looking at the confused saint, Shuoyue sighed and briefly introduced him to the traditional way of drinking tea. As the introduction deepened, Joan's face gradually became as strong as dusk, and her eyes were shy and timid, almost dripping with water.

"Hello, sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Jeanne jumped up from her seat in a panic, covered her face with her hands, and walked around the room, not daring to look directly at Shuoyue. After the radiator was running at full power, she finally regained some reason, and saw that the piano lid was not closed.

Out of curiosity, and because she was too shy to talk to Shuoyue, she put her fingers on the keys.

"La..." The piano made a pleasant sound, and Joan of Arc, who got the feedback, became more excited. Like a child, she put her hands on the piano with great interest, trying the timbre of each key, and didn't even notice that Shuoyue came quietly behind her.

"Are you interested in the piano, Joan of Arc?"

Dong! ! !

The sound of different keys hitting the piano confused Shuoyue's face. Joan of Arc turned around in a panic, and was about to explain, but when she recalled the embarrassment when she was drinking tea just now, she opened her mouth and gave up directly.

"Woo woo woo, yes, I don't even know how to play the piano, please feel free to make fun of me!"

She was originally a rural girl who was born and raised in the countryside. At the age of thirteen, she went to the front line with a flag and beat people. After catching the enemy Kuku and beating him for seven years, she was killed by the FFF regiment by mistake. Her situation was really miserable.

——In this, there was really no opportunity for Jeanne to cultivate her sentiments and play the role of an artistic girl.

"..." Shuoyue had no idea why the girl acted so aggrieved and tearful. He moved his fingers slightly, resisted the urge to pinch Jeanne's face, then pulled open the piano stool and sat down.

Her fingers wandered over the black and white keys, composing a beautiful tune. The pleasant melody flowed in the room, holding back the two big bags of tears in Jeanne's mouth. She stood by the piano, feeling the resonance of the strings and her chest, staring at Shuoyue's movements, her eyes full of little stars.

"Wow..."

For her, who was tired of the war, the shouting of people and the neighing of horses, such a peaceful and beautiful sound was really precious.

"It's incredible that you can play a sound like this... I want to play it when I see it."

"Really?"

Joan of Arc squinted her eyes happily, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the music, and her throat moved slightly when her emotions accumulated to a certain level.

Before she spoke, 'Revelation' gave an alarm.

Behind her... there is someone!

Turning her head as if she had received an electric shock, in the same place, there was a beautiful female hunter with long emerald green hair and two animal ears, squinting her eyes, looking at Joan of Arc with hostility.

Stare...

'Atalanta''s' favorability towards 'Joan of Arc'' dropped by 99 points.

The reason is unknown.

After thinking about it, Ta Miao decided to blame Joan of Arc herself.

After completing her daily hunting, Atalanta followed the sound of the piano and came here - that was a few minutes ago.

In a few minutes, she witnessed the saint's soft, persistent, and broken behavior, which directly shattered her cognition.

The judge who was brave and dignified on the battlefield and almost risked his life to protect the world, was actually this kind of person on weekdays!

For Atalanta, a female hunter who grew up alone without parents, this sense of dependence must be unforgivable, right?

She did not allow the girl to expose her weakness to anyone, because Atalanta knew from a young age that tears and pleading could not get anything in return. If you want to get the rights you deserve, you have to shoot them down with your bow and arrow.

...It is hard to imagine that I would become like this. This is a betrayal of all my childhood experiences.

Being stared at by Atalanta as if looking at garbage, Joan of Arc weakly raised her hand: "Excuse me...did I do something wrong?"

Atalanta was already furious, and since Jeanne took the initiative to jump up to block the gun, she simply shot:

"As a judge, how could you do this?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Showing weakness and dependence in front of the servants, without any dignity... Moreover, you were intimate with Shuoyue and the black servants!"

Ta Miao didn't realize that she had exposed her true feelings. At this time, she was still outputting:

"How can we trust you and the fairness of the Holy Grail War? Not only that, what about your dignity as a hero? Do you think you can't do anything without men..."

It can only be said that she is worthy of being a female hunter. Every arrow she shot hit Miss Jeanne's vital points. Before Jeanne was about to be defeated, Shuoyue quietly stood up, came behind Tamiao, and began to touch her.

"Listen carefully, even if it's um... us women... um, we shouldn't... uh, uh, do this..."

Looking at the Ta Miao who was enjoying himself and even spoke incoherently, Jeanne's face gradually became interesting. She looked at Atalanta who was lying like a cat and Shuoyue who was sitting on the sofa and providing free lap pillow service, with a resentful look in her eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Archer of the Red Team, how do you feel now?"

"Very, comfortable, um..."

After making a comfortable moan, Atalanta's eyes were straight, as if she had turned into a pool of liquid, and she fell softly on Shuoyue's thighs, motionless.

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