I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Even a dull guy like Arturia thinks that Jeanne and her are like sisters, especially others.

"Aren't you really sisters?"

These were Joan of Arc's first words after regaining consciousness.

Opening his eyes, he found that he was no longer on the horse, but lying on a warm bed. The top of the head is not the endless starry sky, but a wooden ceiling.

"This is -?" His throat was a little dry and his voice was a little jerky.

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

Turning around, he saw Arturia in casual clothes sitting beside the bed. There was an unknown woman standing not far away, and that "sister" must have been what she said.

Is this their base? So this unknown woman is the Master of Arturia?

"Good morning, Jeanne."

Sky-colored eyes met emerald-like pupils, and Arturia's greeting sounded extremely cordial, as if the two had not just met, but were close friends and relatives who had known each other for many years.

What's even more incredible is that Joan of Arc didn't feel it was against the rules, but felt that it should be the way it should be.

Is it because the unique atmosphere of the farmhouse reminds her of her former home? Or does the person next to her bed make her feel at ease?

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

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

"Almost six hours. It's just past seven. If you feel tired, you can sleep a little longer."

"No need, I've recovered my strength, but I just feel hungry."

"Just be patient for a while, breakfast will be ready soon. When I came back last night, I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up. Did you promise to make up for your late night snack with breakfast?"

"Yeah."

"Pfft." The third person's laughter interrupted the conversation between the two, "You still say we're not sisters?"

"Who is this?" Jeanne asked.

"Sixth Director Lingxia, my friend." Arturia introduced both parties, "This is the arbiter of this Holy Grail War, Servant Ruler, whose real name is Jeanne Darhk."

"So you are really not sisters? Is it some kind of special connection?"

Lingxia was not surprised by Jeanne's identity. Taking care of King Arthur's stomach and raising Jack the Ripper, Lingxia can accept no matter what kind of celebrity pops up. Instead, it was the appearance of the King of England and the French Saint that aroused her curiosity.

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

In the blink of an eye, Lingxia had already imagined a twists and turns and bizarre story.

Arturia secretly left behind a descendant. Because of the fall of the Arthur dynasty, she became anonymous and went into exile. In the end, her glory was worn away by time and she stayed in France.

Guinevere and Lancelot's escape was also arranged to protect the descendants of Artoria. Didn't Lancelot happen to be French?

Lingxia's thinking is inherently more active than ordinary people. In the past, I just regarded myself as a machine and didn't consider anything other than survival. Now that I am moved by Arturia's sincerity, my heart is no longer so cold, and I have more and more strange thoughts.

"Hmm~ I always think you are thinking of something very rude." The two people who were mistaken for sisters looked at each other and said in unison. One of them has A++ level "intuition" and the other has A level "revelation". Even though Lingxia looks normal, she can still feel an indescribable chill.

The tacit understanding between the two also made Lingxia more determined in her thinking: "I feel more and more that my guess is right. Forget it, you can continue the sisterly love, I will go to the kitchen to take 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 walked forward naturally, gently stroked Jack's hair, and said softly, "How about making sandwiches with mom?"

"Hmm!" Jack's eyes turned into crescent moons, "How many of Tolia's mothers want to eat?"

Arturia thought for a moment and held out two fingers.

Two - Joan of Arc thought so, it was in line with women's food intake standards. However, she was wrong, very wrong.

Jack nodded and said, "I know, there are twenty Tolia mothers."

Twenty! Joan of Arc was frightened at that time. This amount of food——

Before Joan could react, she heard Jack continue to ask: "The second Tolia mother——"

"Joan of Arc." Lingxia corrected her promptly.

"Mother Joan of Arc -" Jack no longer calls the stranger's mother, but in Jack's perception, Joan of Arc is not a stranger. Would the stranger look so similar to Tolia's mother? Since she looks so much like Tolia's mother, she is also a mother.

As expected of their good compatibility, Jack and Lingxia's thinking circuits are both abnormal.

"How many do you want, Mother Jeanne?"

Jeanne raised a finger blankly.

"Okay, there are ten for Joan of Arc, plus two for Jack, and two for mom, a total of thirty-four."

"Then let's start quickly."

"Um!"

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

When Arturia came back last night, Lingxia had already taken Jack to bed. In order not to disturb the two of them, Arturia gently moved Jeanne to her bed, and she ran to the kitchen, ate a midnight snack, then lay on the dining table and slept until dawn, and was finally woken up to make breakfast. Lingxia woke up, and then the scene just happened.

The creaking sound of the wooden door cleared Jeanne's confused mind. It was only then that she realized what little Jack had called her.

"Mother Jeanne? Mom?"

God, she was only 19 years old when she was burned at the stake. Not to mention getting married, she had never even been in love.

Now--

Now--

Now--

I was actually called mom. Although the person calling was a little girl, very cute, but - no, this is not the point at all...

Poor Joan of Arc, poor holy girl, has been confused by the sudden mental blow. She is simply more tired and exhausted than when facing the heresy trial. No matter she has devout beliefs, she is just a pure girl after all, so how could she have such an experience.

Fortunately, Joan had Artoria by her side. When she heard "Mother Tolia" for the first time, Artoria's reaction was not much better than Joan's, and she knew how to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Jack calls you that because he likes you. Don't you think I'm called mom by her too?"

Saying this, Jeanne was barely pulled out of the chaos.

"This...this, you-you just want to call her mom?"

"I told her several times, but the child didn't listen at all. She was very naive and stubborn in this regard. Later I figured out that it wasn't a big deal, and being called mom wouldn't cause any problems, so I just let her do whatever she wanted."

It’s not a big deal! Although it really won't happen, but it can't be like this.

"How does Miss Lingxia educate her children? Doesn't the father of the children care?"

"Father?" Arturia was stunned, "Ah, haven't you noticed yet?"

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

"As expected - calm down and use your job agency privileges. You should be able to tell easily."

Hearing what Arturia said, Joan quickly concentrated her attention and let her perception spread, and soon she felt the aura that was different from ordinary humans.

"This is--!!!"

PS: Dumao: Joan of Arc, although you are also very good at eating, you are still far behind me. You are just an ordinary big eater, and I am a stomach bag from another dimension!

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