Retards like Artoria thought Joan of Arc and her were sisters, and even more so the others.

"You're really not sisters?"

These were the first words of Joan of Arc after regaining consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was no longer on horseback, but lying in a warm bed. Overhead, there is not an endless starry sky, but a wooden ceiling.

"This is ——?" his throat was a little dry, and his voice was slightly jerky.

"Ah, you're awake. A familiar voice came from the side.

Turning his head, Artoria, dressed in civilian clothes, was sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a woman I didn't know standing not far away, and the word "sister" should be what she said.

Is this their stronghold? Is this the woman you don't know the lord of Artoria?

"Good morning, Joan of Arc. ”

The sky-colored eyes met the emerald pupils, and Artoria's greeting sounded unusually cordial, as if the two had not just met, but had been friends and relatives for many years.

What's even more incredible is that Joan of Arc doesn't feel disobedient, but feels that it should be so.

Is it because the unique atmosphere of the farmhouse reminds her of her former home, or is it the person at the bedside who makes her feel at ease?

Joan of Arc didn't know, but that didn't affect Joan of Arc's response.

"Good morning, Artoria, how long have I been asleep?"

"It's been about six hours, it's just past seven o'clock, and if you feel tired, you can sleep a little longer. ”

"No, my strength has recovered, but I feel hungry. ”

"Bear with me a little longer, breakfast will soon be ready. When I came back last night, I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up. Did you promise you a late-night snack with breakfast to make up for it?"

"Yes, yes. ”

"Poof. A third person's laughter interrupted the conversation between the two, "And you say it's not sisters?"

"Who is this?" asked Joan of Arc.

"Sixth Dao Lingxia, my friend. Artoria took the opportunity to introduce the two sides, "This is the adjudicator of this Holy Grail War, Servant Ruler, whose real name is Jeanne Darke. ”

"Are you really sisters, is it some special connection?"

Regarding Joan of Arc's identity, Lingxia was not surprised. With King Arthur's stomach and Jack the Ripper, no matter what kind of celebrity emerges, Lingxia can accept it. On the contrary, it was the appearance carved out of a mold of the King of England and the French Saintess, which aroused her curiosity.

King Arthur was active in the sixth century A.D., and Joan of Arc was active in the fourteenth century, what happened in the intervening eight hundred years?

In the blink of an eye, Lingxia has already made up a twists and turns in her mind.

Artoria secretly left a descendant that year, but because of the fall of the Arthurian dynasty, he went into exile, and finally lost his glory by time and stayed in France.

And Gnavelle and Lancelot's exodus was also arranged, in order to protect the descendants of Artoria, didn't Lancelot happen to be French?

Lingxia's thinking is already more active than ordinary people. In the past, I just thought of myself as a machine, and I didn't think about anything other than survival. Now that I am moved by Artoria's sincerity, my heart will naturally not be so indifferent anymore, and there are more and more strange thoughts.

"Hmm~ I always feel like you're thinking something rude. The two, who had been mistaken for sisters, looked at each other and said in unison. One of them has an A++ level "intuition", and the other has an A-level "revelation", even if Lingxia is as usual on the surface, she can feel an indescribable chill.

The tacit understanding between the two also made Lingxia more determined to make up her mind: "I feel more and more that my guess is right." Forget it, you guys continue to be sisters, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look. ”

Before she could leave, the room was opened first, and a cute girl in a dress poked her head out.

"Mom, the pot is boiling and the meat is cut. ”

"Ah, Jack is amazing. Lingxia naturally stepped forward, gently stroked Jack's hair, and said softly, "Is it okay to go with your mother to make a sandwich?"

"Hmm!" Jack's eyes curled into crescents, "Mother Tolia wants a few." ”

Artoria thought for a moment and held out two fingers.

Two - Joan of Arc thinks so, and it is very much in line with the standard of food consumption for women. But she was wrong, very wrong.

I saw Jack nod and say, "Got it, Mother Tolia has twenty." ”

Twenty! Joan of Arc was frightened, this amount of food—

Before Joan of Arc could react, Jack continued to ask, "Second Mother Toria-"

"Joan of Arc. Lingxia corrected it in time.

"Jeanne d'Arc—" Jack is no longer called a stranger's mother, but in Jack's mind, Joan of Arc is not a stranger, can a stranger look so much like Toria's mother?

is worthy of being a good azimate, and Jack and Lingxia's thinking circuits are very abnormal.

"Mother Joan of Arc wants a few. ”

Joan of Arc held up a finger in a daze.

"Okay, Joan of Arc's mother ten, plus Jack's two, and mother's two, that's thirty-four in total. ”

"Let's get started. ”

"Hmm!"

Lingxia took Jack's hand and left Artoria's bedroom, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

When Artoria came back last night, Lingxia had already taken Jack to sleep. In order not to disturb the two, Artoria lightly moved Joan of Arc to her bed, and she ran to the kitchen, ate midnight supper, and then slept on the dining table until dawn, and was finally woken up by Lingxia, who got up to make breakfast, which was the scene just now.

The "creaking" of the wooden door cleared Joan of Arc's confused brain a little. It was only then that she realized what little Jack called her.

"Joan of Arc Mommy?"

God, she was only 19 years old when she was burned at the stake, let alone married, and she never even talked about love.

Now—

Now—

Now—

I was actually called my mother. Even though the caller was a little girl, very cute, but—no, that's not the point......

Poor Joan of Arc, poor Holy Maiden, had been confused by the sudden mental blow, and was even more tired and tired than when facing the trial of heresy. Regardless of her devout beliefs, she was just a pure girl after all, how could she have such an experience.

Luckily, Joan of Arc still has Artoria by her side, and when she hears "Mother Tolya" for the first time, Artoria's reaction is not much better than that of Joan of Arc, and she knows how to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Jack likes you to call me that, don't you think I'm called mom by her?"

With that, Joan of Arc was barely pulled out of the chaos.

"This ...... This, you-you just call her mommy?"

"I said it several times, but the child didn't listen at all, she was very naïve and stubborn in this regard. Later, I figured it out, it's not a big deal, and it won't be good to be called a mother, so I'll let her be. ”

It's not a big deal, but it can't be like that.

"How does Miss Lingxia educate her children, and doesn't the child's father care?"

"Father?" Artoria paused, "Ah, haven't you noticed yet?"

"What did you find?" Joan of Arc didn't understand.

"Sure enough, no—calm down, with your agency privileges, it should be easy to tell. ”

Hearing Artoria say this, Joan of Arc hurriedly focused her attention and let her perception spread, and soon she felt a different aura from ordinary humans.

"It's ——!!!"

PS: Silly Hair: Joan of Arc, although you are also very good at eating, you are far worse than me. You're just an ordinary big stomach, and I'm a different dimensional stomach bag!

PS2: Shinji: Well done, little Jack, Daddy likes you!