She was born with a very strong hostility towards France, because of Gilles de Rais's resentment;

And because the Luoyan City Cult was originally a summoning carrier, she was also affected by François Plerati's anger, resulting in a partial loss of spirit and reason;

also--

Because it was a "copy" "created" based on Joan of Arc, Black Joan of Arc naturally "inherited" some elements from the other party.

For example, their looks are almost identical;

And the dragon in memory;

And...the unethical feelings towards myself.

The so-called Dragon Witch is nothing more than the product of many grievances concentrated together.

This is the truth behind the emergence of singularities!

239. A Night for Three/The Witch's Carnival Confession/A Private Meeting (4k)

Same night.

Ian sat on the bed he shared with Black Jeanne, recalling Gilles de Ray's words one by one, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

The cause of the formation of singularities has been found.

And it was much simpler than Ian had imagined - it was just a misunderstanding caused by many coincidences.

Although the reason is simple, it is not so easy to solve it.

In order to eliminate the singularity, the Holy Grail must be retrieved.

But if he wants to obtain the Holy Grail, he will need the help of Jeanne d'Arc who "owns" it.

but--

Would she really be willing to do such a thing?

Besides, would the servants who came to this Hundred Years War because of the Holy Grail be willing to do so?

Ian didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

However, he knew very well that repairing the singularity would not be as easy as he imagined.

"Dear~"

Black Jeanne's half-coquettish voice came from the side.

Ian looked in the direction of the voice and found that the Dragon Witch had taken off all her clothes, and then changed into a rather sexy set of lingerie in front of him.

She didn't care at all how embarrassing the process was, and even started to spin around in front of the man.

"do I look good?"

"..."

If it were any other time, Ian would probably just symbolically respond to the Dragon Witch with a “very beautiful”.

Then he watched her running towards him with a happy look on her face.

but now--

Ian, however, had lost all interest in that regard.

After all, the past is the past, and the present is the present.

After learning the truth of the matter, the man's cognition changed significantly.

Indeed, Black Jeanne d'Arc is indeed a dragon witch who has committed many evil deeds.

But at the same time, in the eyes of Ian who learned the truth, she was also a tragedy caused by various misunderstandings.

Her birth was a huge mistake.

She didn't even know why she wanted revenge on France.

All this started simply relying on the so-called "instinct".

Thinking of this, Ian looked at her with a bit more distress and mixed emotions.

Black Jeanne saw all the men's actions.

But she didn't understand why he looked at her like that, and just subconsciously took it as dissatisfaction with her.

"Hey!" She pouted and started mumbling.

"What's that look in your eyes?!"

"Does it look ugly when I dress like this?"

"Nothing." Ian came back to his senses and shook his head. "It looks great. I like it very much."

"Really?"

"real."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Black Joan of Arc's expression changed from gloomy to bright, and then she threw herself on Ian.

"I thought you thought it was ugly."

She blinked her beautiful golden eyes, and then introduced her "achievements" as if to take credit.

"Today, I gathered all the dragons and prepared to go on a war! Am I awesome?!"

It seemed that Black Joan of Arc almost had the words "Praise me now" written on her face.

Ian had no choice but to suppress his emotions and answered with a smile.

"Well, it's really great."

"Then you have to reward me well today!"

Having said this, Black Jeanne took the initiative to sit in her favorite seat.

She skillfully put her arms around the man's neck and then kissed him.

Admittedly——

At first, the Dragon Witch was not sure how to arouse Ian's desire in that aspect.

But after this period of exploration, she still has some experience of her own.

Black Joan of Arc's experience may sound complicated, but it is actually very simple.

That is absolute initiative.

If you don't know what can make a man excited, then just touch them all at once.

There must be a weakness for him, right?

Ever since——

With this thought in mind, the Dragon Witch's tongue began to stir capriciously in the man's mouth, without giving him any chance to stop.

Ian is not a monk either.

After being teased by Black Joan of Arc, she naturally relaxed a lot.

He grabbed the man's waist and started to thrust hard.

Although this is not my first time going in, the Dragon Witch's Trail is still as charming as it was back then.

The soft interior tightly adheres to the man's skin, and then squeezes the other's sensitive parts like a balloon.

Twist, collapse, and then recover.

The depths of the Dragon Witch are already filled with the man's source of magic.

Feeling that wonderful warmth, Black Jeanne reluctantly let go of the man's mouth.

She looked at him with dazed eyes and exhaled a breath of warm air.

She whispered in the man's ear:

“I love this feeling.”

Although Ian knew that this was a compliment from Black Joan of Arc that came from the bottom of her heart, at this moment he couldn't feel too happy about it.

He touched her soft long hair and said softly:

"Can I ask you a question?"

"of course can."

The nourished Black Jeanne seemed to be in a very good mood.

Sitting on the man, she leaned her cheek forward a little, and her proud breasts were directly pressed against his body.

"What's the problem? Ask it now?"

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Joan of Arc."

"If you do destroy France...what will you do after that?"

"..."

After hearing Ian's words, Black Jeanne suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She looked a little surprised.

Seeing her like this, Ian became a little nervous - he was a little worried that he might have said something wrong.

The man quickly spoke again:

"What's wrong...did I say something wrong?"

"No." Black Jeanne shook her head and smiled.

"I just--"

"It's just the first time I heard you call my name."

"I have a very strange feeling inside."

"..."

Ian was overwhelmed with thoughts for a moment.

Yes.

She is obviously Joan of Arc...but I have never called her name once.

The man held Black Jeanne in his arms and gently stroked her head.

"Sorry, it's my problem."

"I should... call you by your name more often."

"Nothing." Black Jeanne slowly raised her head in Ian's arms, "I don't think there's anything wrong with this."

"You can yell if you like, but you can call me a witch if you don't like."

"But regarding your question just now-"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"do not know?"

Black Jeanne's answer made Ian hesitate for a moment - but he soon had the answer.

"Have you never thought about it?"

"That's about right." Black Jeanne looked at the man in front of her, with a hint of yearning in her eyes.

"But I'll tell you in secret—"

"I've just thought about it."

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