"How to solve the armor aspect? I forgot about it, and I can't expect to create a suitable suit of armor in two days."

On the second day of the banquet, Bertrand and Demes discussed in a tangled manner, thinking about everything, but did not customize the armor for Joan of Arc.

For knights, armor is equal to a second life, and what knight on the battlefield is not wearing armor now? The improvement in survival rate is also extremely significant.

"What's the use of hastily built, if you want to get the best"

"I want to make the best, how can I have so much time"

The two thought for a few seconds, it was impossible to create a suit of armor before the expedition, they could only make it ready-made, ordinary ones they had, but they had to fit Joan of Arc's identity.

What's more, Joan of Arc is a suitable armor for women, which is naturally different from the conventional, and is relatively lighter than heavy full-body armor.

"Knight Bertrand, Knight de Mes, the Baron Gilles is here," the door creaked, and the heavily armed soldier stepped forward and whispered.

"Let him in" ×2

The two of them said almost at the same time, and there was the same color in their eyes, they could directly ask to see the crown prince, so it was a bit of an identity, save your kid's life, and it would not be too much to repay him with something.

"Two, Holy Maiden......"

"Boy, there's something very important that I need your help with," Gilles had just entered the door, and before he could speak, a pair of large hands had been pressed on his shoulders, and his body sank heavily.

"Please say" Gilles smiled wryly, he was not injured heavily, and his body was not well, this time it was really not light.

"We were negligent, and we didn't expect to go to battle so soon, the armor of the Holy Maiden," said Demes with a smile as he pushed Bertrand away, and put his thick arm on Gilles's shoulder again.

“…… I'm here for this thing," his face twitched again. The handsome face was slightly funny, and Giles said as he rubbed his shoulder.

"My family happened to collect a lot of armor from previous generations, and the last time I saw the Holy Maiden was not ready to go to the battlefield, I specially sent a set to see if I could help."

"Boy, that's good," he said, with a relieved expression. Demes laughed and said, this kid is more useful than they thought, and patted his right hand on the shoulder.

"Holy Maiden, she's ......" her face turned blue for a while, and Gilles felt that her body, which she expected to recover before going to war, would have to wait a few days.

"Wow, let me go"

"......" was about to ask if Joan of Arc was there when the sound of struggle came from the inner room, and Gilles couldn't help but look in that direction in confusion.

"Inside?"

"You'll find out for yourself."

"Really?" With his heart pounding, Gilles asked inexplicably, which room was inside...... I guess it's the saint's room.

"It's not what you think," Bertrand and Demes also looked at each other helplessly. Fortunately, there are only my own people here, and it would be terrible for outsiders to see it.

There was a creak of the door, and the scene on the other side of the door made Gilles look stunned, a little different from what he imagined.

In addition to the saint he wanted to see, there was another girl, who seemed to resemble the figure he had on the night he was saved by the saint.

The long lilac hair was scattered in a ball, and the girl in the long black dress was held in the arms of the saint and was struggling to leave. But it's hard to leave anyway.

Hearing the door open, Joan of Arc let go of her hand. The detached ghost wind just wanted to change back into the heroic spirit mode, but thinking of the previous agreement, he barely suppressed it and floated beside it.

Last night Joan of Arc wanted him to make a pillow, but Yufeng said it was really hard to meet...... So Joan of Arc retreated, hoping that the wind would be by her side as a 'substance'.

Feeling that the impact was not great, the wind agreed. And then...... It's just like that.

"Look at what, be careful of beating you" The gaze on his body made Ghost Wind look at Gilles unpleasantly, and he didn't have much other thoughts about this notorious bluebeard in later generations.

After all, it was only by being loyal to Joan of Arc that he really didn't dislike it. This era has not done anything excessive, but! It's not okay to dare to look at him with a gaze that feels very annoying!

"This girl is ......"

"I'm going to beat you up"

As soon as the words came out, a strong impact came from the abdomen, making Gilles couldn't help but fall to the ground in a frustrated forward bending position, and a strong feeling of discomfort came from the abdomen.

I'm recruiting someone to provoke someone!

But the speed and strength of the other party also shocked Gilles, he is a knight, his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, even if his body does not recover, it is impossible not to withstand a blow.

Just now, I saw that the girl was held in the arms of the saint and couldn't break free, why did she suddenly change! This force can't break free before there is a ghost, and it doesn't look like it's pretending just now.

Don't tell him that there is such a big difference between men and women......

“…… Holy Maiden, the expedition is about to begin, and Baron Gilles has come to give away the collected armor in order to repay the grace of saving his life" Seeing Gilles' stomachache, Demes stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Exactly," Giles reacted, reluctantly ordering the attendants who followed him to move the armor to the side.

Compared to the armor of male knights, the armor that is more suitable for women is not armor that covers the whole body, but only has light armor attached to some vital and important parts.

"Thank you Baron for the gift," Beltrand and Demes did not turn him away, and Joan of Arc said with a chuckle, knowing more or less about it.

As for the blow just now...... The three people present obviously didn't see it, Bertrand and Demes didn't dare to reprimand the adult, Joan of Arc, she couldn't bear it, no matter how she said it, it was also a god.

"Holy Maiden, I'll take my leave first, see you at the military meeting tomorrow" Covering his abdomen, Gilles suddenly took two steps back, this purple-haired Lori has a little too many thorns on her body, so it's better not to approach.

"Military Council" frowned, and Joan of Arc muttered in a low voice.

"Yes, Shinon is less than three days away from Orleans, and it's normal to have a battle meeting now, what questions does the Holy Maiden have?"

"No, nothing," Joan of Arc whispered, shaking her head calmly.

"Military meeting, we haven't been notified of anything, have we?" said Ghost Wind casually as Gilles left.

"It's normal for an outsider to suddenly become the commander of an expeditionary army, even if he has the name of a saint, there are many people who are dissatisfied," Joan of Arc said without being too surprised.

The nobles often discounted the orders of the royal family, and it would be strange if there were no accidents, but she did not expect that such an important matter as the military meeting would not inform her.

Now that more people see her as a morale-boosting mascot. (To be continued.) )