Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

'The wind is all converging on Waum; does that mean Waum has even abandoned his lower body to fight me?'

Wamu's body suddenly turned towards Miss Jeanne, but at this moment Wamu had no means to attack Miss Jeanne except for the Secret Technique: Divine Sandstorm.

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'What's with this sense of crisis?' A string in Miss Jeanne's heart, a symbol of danger, is taut, and in the current situation, it's probably already at the point where it could snap at the slightest tug.

Waum's hand detached from her arm and grabbed Jeanne's shoulder, marking the first time Jeanne had been attacked since the time of the God Sandstorm.

'The wind is still gathering.' Although treating the arm and shoulder injury first would be much better, if I had to say, Miss Na feels that the real danger isn't here, but after this.

After being struck directly by those two hands while in mid-air, Miss Jeanne fell to the ground, but the arms in her shoulders continued to move as if trying to hold her down.

'What is he going to do?' Miss Jeanne looked at Vaum, who was trying to turn his body around. Miss Jeanne felt the unknown, which was a rare situation, but considering that this was the first time she had faced an enemy, perhaps it was not unbelievable that Miss Jeanne felt the unknown.

"Final Flow Technique - Hunxi Sa!" The gas that had been flowing into those trachea was now being ejected from the tip of the horn on Vaum's forehead.

Such a move seemed to be too much of a burden for Waum. In an instant, several pieces of Waum's body flew away. His body, which was already only the upper half, was now even smaller.

The high-speed jet of air passed through Miss Jeanne's body in an instant, as if she had been pierced by a sharp spear.

This was the second time Miss Jeanne had experienced such a piercing wound. The first time was when she was saving Sirin. At that time, Miss Jeanne was pierced by her own flag spear and lost a kidney. Although she recovered later due to the reversal of time in her body, now, Miss Jeanne's body was indeed experiencing such damage for the second time due to the air currents.

“It didn’t hit a vital spot, but you should be unable to move now.” Waum said this as if he could already see Miss Jeanne’s death.

“I think… you might be wrong.” For the moment, he suppressed the pain surging in his brain and made another move with his hands, the spider silk once again gripping the stone bricks at the edge of the arena.

"Similarly, you can't move now either, can you?" After confirming that the spider silk was indeed stuck to the stone bricks, he pulled hard, directly pulling the stone bricks at the edge of the arena towards himself.

"What?!?!" Hearing the sound of the stone bricks breaking, Waum knew what Miss Jeanne had done, but Waum was now unable to move, or rather, Waum was unable to move and could not move.

For an opponent like Ms. Jeanne, letting this opportunity slip by would inevitably lead to her death.

However, Vaum is not without a way to solve the current problem. But if he does, it will give Miss Jeanne a moment to catch her breath. In such a battle, such a moment to catch her breath means that Miss Jeanne will inevitably be able to kill him.

"Do you really think this is the end of the road, Vaum?" Miss Jeanne used her magic to ignite flames in the air.

For Vaum, this was the most deadly situation. The fact that a large amount of air was being inhaled into Vaum's lungs meant that if Vaum were ignited by a single spark, it would become a giant bomb.

'This is what you call a dead end, Vaum.' Miss Jeanne looked at Vaum, who still wanted to kill her, and finally let out a triumphant smile.

Without a doubt, this was Waum's dead end, and in the end, Waum, who was about to become a bomb, was pressed to the ground by the stone bricks brought by Miss Jeanne.

In this impromptu battle, Miss Jeanne finally emerged victorious.

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After finishing the first chapter, there will be a second chapter later.

Thanks to the following authors for their votes: Half-Neurotic, Jeanne Darc, Rebellious Maud, Northward Sakura, Nero Claudius, .Lingbo., woty, and Tiandongshuo - White Night King.

Ripples of light spread across the arena: Chapter Nineteen: Believe Me

The battle ended after a few minutes of fighting, with Miss Jeanne suffering several penetrating wounds and Love winning a pyrrhic victory.

"Hey, Sirin, how are things on your end?" After healing her wounds using knowledge she had stolen from someone, Miss Jeanne walked out of the Roman Colosseum.

"I'm fine, but it's your back." Sirin could easily see Miss Jeanne's wound. After all, physical injuries are like that; any wounds on the body can be seen directly from the tear in the clothes.

The simplest scenario is that Miss Jeanne has a finger-shaped wound on her shoulder and a piercing wound on her abdomen.

It was impossible to say that there was nothing at all, especially since Sirin was so worried.

"Yes, I'm slightly injured." She turned her head to one side. After all, it was rare for Sirin to have such an expression on her face. After all, Miss Jeanne hadn't been injured for a very long time. When she wasn't injured, Sirin naturally wouldn't look at Miss Jeanne with such an expression.

So, after Sirin made such a face again this time, Miss Na felt a little guilty. After all, seeing someone who cares about her make such an expression all the time made Miss Na feel the same sadness.

"Seriously, why is this happening? Normally..."

“It’s the same as usual. After all, you can’t beat Pillars without paying a price.” Miss Jeanne turned her head to the side, avoiding Sirin’s eyes, as if she were hiding something.

However, a pair of slightly cold hands pressed down on Miss Jeanne's head and forcefully turned it around, forcing her to look at Sirin.

It must be said that under these circumstances, Miss Jeanne realized that Sirin's eyes were somewhat beautiful, just like her own golden eyes. However, in reality, Sirin's eyes were more like a cross compared to Miss Jeanne's.

Meanwhile, Sirin, having been staring at Miss Jeanne's face, also began to realize the recklessness of her earlier actions, after all...

Miss Jeanne's face is not only easy to pinch, but it's also a little handsome. What to do? Although now is not the time to be obsessed with this, Sirin can't help but be captivated by Miss Jeanne's vertical pupils and her unexpectedly handsome face.

So this is what they mean by "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"? It's a feeling that most people can't understand. Of course, even if they do, this only happens during the honeymoon phase.

I've never seen someone like Sirin who's been in the honeymoon phase with Miss Jeanne for decades. Is the honeymoon phase for so-called immortal beings really that long?

"Um, is there anything you want to say?" Miss Jeanne asked, looking at Sirin who seemed to be in a daze.

"Ah, right, that's right, Jeanne, can't you just give me a break? And normally, you wouldn't act so recklessly, disregarding your own safety." After being reminded by Miss Jeanne, Sirin remembered what she should say, but she still hesitated slightly at the beginning. After all, the destructive power of Miss Jeanne's face in the eyes of her lover was truly off the charts.

Yes, it's also top-notch in its ability to trick people into spending money.

"Yes, my fighting style was indeed a little too aggressive just now." Miss Jeanne looked into Sirin's eyes and answered Sirin's question very sincerely. After all, although Miss Jeanne's fighting style was aggressive in the past, she would still consider Cecilia's situation after she was injured.

This time, Miss Jeanne's fighting method was not just so-called aggressive, but purely adventurous. After all, in her first encounter, Miss Jeanne attacked without considering Vaum's situation at all.

In the past, if she didn't know much about her opponent, Ms. Jeanne would never have chosen such a risky fighting style unless she had no other choice. Looking at the battles in Ms. Jeanne's career, the few battles she fought without gathering information were all because she had no other option but to fight. After all, if she didn't fight, she would die. She had no choice but to fight.

"So it will be like this again, right?" Listening to Miss Jeanne's words, Sirin felt for some reason that Miss Jeanne's situation was far more complicated than she described. However, Sirin still chose to believe her because Miss Jeanne was aware of her problem. In other words, Miss Jeanne was speaking to Sirin with good intentions.

Based on this situation and her own considerations, Sirin ultimately chose to believe everything Miss Jeanne said.

"Well, if you weren't here, I might be even more..."

A finger pressed against Miss Jeanne's lips, not wanting her to continue. After all, Sirin knew the situation very well, but that was also why she hadn't said anything before. If she had, she felt something in the center of her chest hurt.

That kind of pain is what humans call heartache, something that Sirin, as a Herrscher, shouldn't be able to feel. But today, with Jeanne, Sirin felt it so clearly for the first time what heartache, which humans have talked about so much, really felt.

"..." Seeing Sirin suddenly lower her head, Miss Jeanne knew very well that she had just said the wrong thing, but some things had to be said, after all, if she were to die somewhere, Sirin would at least be mentally prepared.

'Wouldn't such a decision be too cruel for Sirin?' Miss Jeanne looked at the girl with her head bowed in front of her and asked herself this question for the first time regarding her attitude towards women.

"Well, trust me, I'll be back." Ignoring the wound on his shoulder, he raised a hand and placed it on Sirin's head, gently rubbing it.

Meanwhile, her other hand went around to Celine's lower back. Taking advantage of the moment when Celine looked up again after speaking, Miss Na used her hand on Celine's lower back to pull the girl into her arms.

The hand that had been rubbing Sirin's head slid down her neck and onto her back.

And so, with both hands exerting a little force at the same time, Ms. Jeanne held Sirin tightly in her arms.

And she said:

"Believe me."

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That's all for today. I might update a little later tomorrow, but I'll still update eventually.

Thank you woty and 乀'十雨 for the recommendation votes.

Thank you for the recommendation tickets and monthly passes from my beloved Red Master.

Thanks to Prince Jifeng for the monthly pass, the razor blade, and the spicy strips.

Ripples of light spread across the arena: Bounty

I finished my exams today, so you know what I mean.

One extra chapter for every 50 monthly votes.

One extra chapter for every 200 recommendations.

Fifty razor blades plus one more.

The maximum is fifty chapters, and I'll keep this bounty open for three days.

Yeah, someone just gave me 150 razor blades, so I just added that to the list.

Currently, there are 3 chapters missing.

The data is here, and I will add it at the end of the chapter later.

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The light rippled like waves in the arena: Chapter Twenty: Unspoken Love (0/5 chapters owed, not due today)

Just as the two embraced, a faint red glow appeared on the horizon, a red glow that seemed to foreshadow a good day.

But this red light also signifies something else: Miss Jeanne should set off.

"Oh dear, this is really troublesome." Looking at Sirin, who seemed a little reluctant to part with her, Miss Jeanne began to sense the trouble she was in.

"Really, with words like that, I have absolutely no way to refuse." Sirin was completely speechless after hearing what Miss Jeanne had said earlier.

Yes, because if she were to say something now, wouldn't it seem like Sirin didn't trust Miss Jeanne? But even so, Sirin still wanted to say it.

However, the move that had been used just seconds before was reused by Ms. Jeanne, even though she was the one who used it.

Yes, although I wanted to say something more, Miss Jeanne's gesture of pressing her slender fingers against her lower lip had completely rendered her speechless.

"Just stand still." Miss Jeanne simply said this, seeing that Sirin was starting to look like she wanted to bite.

Although, as Miss Jeanne had instructed, Sirin stood still without moving, however...

As Miss Jeanne withdrew her hand, her head drew ever closer, eventually reaching a distance that Sirin found somewhat unacceptable.

Even at this distance, Miss Jeanne's head was still close to Sirin's.

"Hey, Jeanne, you..." Before Celine could finish speaking, Miss Jeanne had already covered her mouth.

Of course, here it was blocked with another mouth, Miss Jeanne's mouth that blocked Sirin's mouth.

Miss Jeanne did not stick her tongue out; they simply touched lips. This was not because Miss Jeanne did not know what to do, but because she felt that this was sufficient.

Ah, that's fine. This thought echoed in Miss Jeanne's mind, but Sirin's thoughts were completely different from Miss Jeanne's.

'Huh, what about me? Huh ...