The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

"Your swordsmanship is also very impressive."

Joan of Arc's hands trembled slightly from her superhuman strength and impressive swordsmanship.

Her blood began to boil; she hadn't encountered such a formidable opponent in a long time.

The blood of the Holy Spirit has a unique characteristic: it enhances Joan of Arc's strength in all aspects, depending on her fighting spirit and state of mind.

Once Joan of Arc reaches her peak condition and unleashes her holy blood, she can unleash a devastating attack.

However, Joan of Arc is not yet able to unleash her sacred blood, because she only recently discovered the secret of her blood.

"Whoo~"

Joan of Arc exhaled, stomped her foot, and drew her sword forward.

There was no fear or apprehension in her eyes, only unwavering determination.

bang bang bang-

She changed her fighting style, no longer engaging in head-on confrontations, and opted for a style that deflects the opponent's force.

That way, your hands won't hurt from the powerful force.

Although Ron was stronger and had a faster reaction time, he was at a complete disadvantage in the fight.

Only now did he truly realize the power of the future female sword saint before him.

Her strength doesn't lie in the numbers, but in her daily sword practice and her obsession with the way of the sword.

Perhaps only with this spirit could Joan of Arc become a sword saint in the future.

bang bang bang-

The battle reached a stalemate, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

The female receptionist standing nearby was dumbfounded.

I thought it was just a casual sparring match, but I never expected to witness a duel between two masters.

The intense collision left her dazzled.

These two are incredibly strong!

Lucia, who was sitting in the courtyard watching the show, was also surprised. She had always thought that Ron was just an ordinary lord who didn't seem very strong.

I never expected them to be so fierce in battle.

Lucia became increasingly mesmerized, and her tail began to sway gently behind her...

My lord is so powerful!

Chapter 56 Joan of Arc's Unhappy Childhood! Ron became a ray of light shining into her life!

In the sunlight, in the courtyard, two people were locked in a struggle.

The match lasted a full twenty minutes, and no winner was decided yet.

This is a high-intensity competition, and the slightest mistake could lead to defeat.

Unexpectedly, the two of them persisted for so long.

"Phew~ I lost."

Ultimately, Joan of Arc, unable to sustain her strength any longer, chose to concede defeat.

Because she knew that there was no point in continuing the competition.

The man before me not only possessed superhuman strength and quick reflexes, but also had extraordinary stamina.

They sparred for a full twenty minutes without showing any signs of weakness or exhaustion.

Upon seeing this, Joan of Arc immediately realized that this man might, like herself, possess some kind of bloodline.

Another point that made her admit defeat was that she only had one morning of free time and had to return to the military camp before noon, or she would be severely punished.

"what do you want?"

Joan of Arc took out the pouch from her waist and began to take stock of her belongings;

"A longsword, 120 gold coins, a ruby... You may take any one of these items."

This was all her possessions; she had originally planned to save the gold coins to buy the Holy Light Sword.

If the other party takes it, she can only accept her fate.

"What I'm thinking of isn't here."

Ron glanced at it casually and then smiled.

"What do you mean?"

Joan of Arc discerned a different meaning in the other person's words.

Without wasting words, Ron directly removed the other man's gray hood.

As the hat was removed, Joan of Arc's bright turquoise hair cascaded down, falling to her chest.

Bathed in sunlight, it shone like a dazzling emerald.

It was only at this moment that Joan of Arc's appearance was fully revealed.

Her features were delicate, with deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and fair, soft skin. Perhaps because she was frightened, her face gradually turned pale, she bit her pink lips tightly, and her bright green pupils widened, revealing a panicked expression.

"What are you doing."

At this moment, Joan of Arc was pale and her lips were trembling; she was nowhere to be seen the composure she had displayed during their earlier sparring.

The reason she lost her composure was due to a traumatic experience from her childhood.

Joan of Arc was born into a broken family; her mother, heavily pregnant, returned to the village.

No one knows who her father is, and after she was born, she grew extremely rare green hair.

In the western region, most people have flaxen or dark brown hair, so this caused a huge uproar in the village.

From that day on, Joan of Arc's mother, Jasmine, became the target of ridicule from the village gossips.

Unsurprisingly, these words also reached the ears of their children.

The children, imitating her, would call Joan of Arc a bastard every time they saw her, calling her the offspring of a mother and a monster.

Joan of Arc was bullied almost every day during her childhood, and she gradually began to hate her green hair.

This made her, at such a young age, start to wonder if she wouldn't be disliked if she didn't have this hair color.

But even after she shaved her head, those people continued to spit out knives, subjecting her to a slow, agonizing torture...

Joan of Arc's childhood was unhappy!

“I noticed your hair when we were sparring just now.”

Ron was well aware of Joan of Arc's childhood experiences. He grasped a strand of her hair and spoke sincerely:

"You have such beautiful long green hair, why don't you show it off?"

Shocked, bewildered, and confused!

Joan of Arc was filled with mixed feelings: shame at having her veil removed, helplessness, and doubt at being praised.

This is what she heard from the second person who said her hair was beautiful.

The first person was her mother, whom she lost forever when she was eight years old.

"No, it's not good-looking."

Joan of Arc still hated her green hair; if it wasn't strange that she didn't shave her head, she would want to shave it all off.

This is a wound that she will never be able to heal in her lifetime.

"How could long hair, as beautiful as an emerald in the sunlight, not look good?"

Ron's lips curled into a smile, and then he drew his longsword.

"Lady Joan of Arc, may I take a lock of your hair as a reward for the victor?"

His reason for doing this was simple: to leave a good impression on Joan of Arc.

That way, even if she doesn't join him in the future, they won't have to turn against each other.

Of course, Ron still hoped to recruit this future female sword saint.

"You really only want a single strand of my hair?"

Joan of Arc still couldn't believe it, knowing that this green hair was a nightmare from her childhood, a shadow she could never shake off.

These days, people are actually giving up gold coins and gems in favor of their own hair.

"Of course, I hope that seeing this beautiful strand of hair will remind me of the exhilarating sparring session we had today."

Ron spoke earnestly, his expression serious, like a gentleman admiring a precious jade.

"All right..."

Joan of Arc bit her pink lips, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she turned her face to the side and closed her eyes.

After she closed her eyes, those painful memories came flooding back like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her.