The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

However, she is no longer the little girl she once was, and she can bear this pain alone.

"Alright, I'll keep this beautiful lock of hair safe."

After cutting off a lock of his hair, Ron spoke to the receptionist beside him:

"Prepare a fine wooden box; I'm going to put it in."

“Mr. Ron, I’ll take care of it right away.”

The female receptionist was stunned by the man's actions; it was the first time she'd ever seen anything so flirtatious...

"Whoo~"

After a lock of her hair was cut off, Joan of Arc felt relieved and immediately tied up her disheveled hair, hiding it in her hood.

"Take this sword."

Ron handed a holy sword to Joan of Arc.

"I can't accept this, since I lost."

Joan of Arc never liked to take advantage of others; things were done the way they should be.

Even when faced with the Holy Light Sword, which he desperately needed, he still did not succumb to greed.

"Just take it. Why all the nonsense?"

Ron forcefully handed the longsword to the girl, giving her no room to refuse.

"Then I'll give you the money. How many gold coins is this sword?"

Seeing that the other party insisted, Joan of Arc had no choice but to accept it, but not wanting to take advantage of the other party, she proposed to buy it.

"No money needed. The sparring just now put me in a good mood, so consider it payment on your skill."

Ron's reason for insisting on not accepting gold coins was actually quite simple.

The future female sword saint before us is a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment, and is the kind of person who will repay even the smallest kindness with the greatest gratitude.

If I give the other party a little benefit now, I will never raise my sword against him when we meet again in the future, even on the battlefield.

If we weren't on the battlefield, it would be relatively easy to get her to join us.

“Joan of Arc, I admire you. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to the Swamp Territory to find me.”

Finally, Ron didn't forget to leave a promise, to give the other party a good impression.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Ron, but I really can't accept this sword."

It was harder to let her take advantage than to take advantage of her; Joan of Arc felt extremely uncomfortable.

"I never take back what I give away."

Ron turned and left, waving his hand into the air before he did:

"I hope that next time we meet, we can have another chance to learn from each other like we did today."

"Ah."

Joan of Arc pursed her pink lips, staring blankly at the man's departing figure.

After Ron completely disappeared.

She then looked away, touched her hood, and a smile appeared on her lips.

At this moment, the clouds parted to reveal the sun, shining as brightly as the stars.

Ron's actions became a ray of light illuminating her dark childhood...

Chapter 57 Lucia Doesn't Want to Become a Toy! (Please Read On!)

In Winterfell, on the old town street, in a carriage, Ron stretched comfortably.

The sparring session that lasted for twenty minutes had actually taken a toll on his stamina.

In the past, Ron probably wouldn't have lasted ten minutes.

His three-dimensional attributes—physical strength, endurance, and energy—have now increased several times over.

Far surpassing ordinary holy knights.

The more illustrations you collect in your Pokédex, the greater this gap will become.

As long as he develops step by step, becoming the strongest knight on the continent is only a matter of time.

Once we reach the pioneering land, we can select a few people to take the magic potions of the Shadow Assassin, the Mage, and the Swift Archer.

After they successfully advance, they will receive three illustrations, further enhancing their strength.

Now Ron can at least fight against seven or eight holy knights of the same rank on his own.

With increased strength, he would likely be able to handle being surrounded and attacked by more than a dozen Holy Knights with ease.

"My lord, were you sparring with that female human just now?"

Seeing that both sides were fighting with wooden swords, Lucia thought it was just an ordinary contest.

"Yes."

Ron nodded. In fact, he had noticed a detail during their sparring session.

On Joan of Arc's shoulder, I saw a family crest, the style of which clearly belonged to a nobleman from the West.

It is clear that Joan of Arc served as a swordswoman under a nobleman in the west.

This is why Ron insisted on giving the other party the Holy Light Sword.

If they were to face each other on the battlefield in the future, Joan of Arc would surely remember this kindness, and even if he were to be defeated and forced to retreat, Joan of Arc would not kill him.

If you defeat the western noble groups, you can then take the opportunity to recruit them.

Having made a good impression this time, she will most likely not refuse.

This way, I can recruit another capable subordinate, which might help to balance things out.

When Phyllis tries to take advantage of her, Jeanne can restrain her.

This is the way emperors govern their subjects: they cannot allow any one power to become too strong; they need to maintain a balance.

"After winning a duel, is all you get a lock of hair from your opponent?"

Lucia saw Ron cutting his hair, but she couldn't understand what they were saying and could only guess.

"The winner will gain the right to train and educate."

Ron opened the box, took out the lock of hair, and waved it in front of Lucia:

"I can take a single hair from her to collect it whenever I need it."

Perhaps feeling a bit bored in the carriage, he started making things up.

"what???"

Upon hearing this explanation, Lucia's pupils widened, and she wore an expression of disbelief.

"There are at least several hundred hairs here. How could she have lost to the lord so many times?"

A similar tradition exists among certain ethnic groups, where only the victor wins the right to mate.

However, this tradition only exists among hermaphroditic ethnic groups...

"Lucia, let's have a match too."

After tidying up Joan of Arc's hair, Ron smiled at the little dragon in front of him:

"The winner gets to cut off a lock of the opponent's hair."

The meaning of cutting off one's hair is all too obvious.

Since the dragon girl doesn't understand human language and customs, the power of interpretation rests entirely with Ron.

"No, no, Lord is too strong, Lucia will definitely lose."

Upon hearing the man challenge her to a fight, Lucia nervously shifted her plump buttocks to the side.

"If we lose, Lucia will be subjected to that by the lord forever..."

As she spoke, Lucia lowered her head shyly, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and her thick tail swayed uneasily behind her.

Seeing the man staring at her, Lucia loosened her tightly clenched pink lips;

"Lucia is not yet an adult; she shouldn't do that kind of thing..."

The female dragon has a special body structure; she can only reproduce successfully when she reaches adulthood.

"It's okay, you can pay me back first, or you can use a tail or something instead."

Ron understood that the dragon girl needed to be an adult before she could be, so he proposed a compromise.

"Lucia can't do it~"

Lucia's body trembled slightly with nervousness, and ripples of water seemed to flow within her pale blue scales.

"How will you know if you don't try."

In the spirit of making the journey more interesting, Ron continued to tease the water dragon girl in front of him.