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Chapter 421 (Happy Thanksgiving!)
🕑 Added 2023-11-23 18:41:14 +0000 UTC“So this is the canvas you’re giving me to work with?” Medea eyed her newest victim.
“….why do I feel scared?” Jeanne looked at me.
I gently pat her head. “It’s called survival instincts.”
“Meep.” Jeanne slowly inched behind me.
“What exactly do you want me to do?” Medea asked.
“Eh, going to some gathering of a bunch of factions or what have you. I’m dragging Jeanne along with me. From the letter Yasaka received, some Angels are going to be there.” That an no one really cared about interacting with the other factions.
Hell, I was basically going to politely decline their request.
It was a bit bigger than I had thought it was going to be. Honestly, I was thinking something along the lines of each group kicking their youngest together and tell them to start punching suspected enemies.
Especially since Odin was the one who technically set everything up.
Come to find out, it’s a bit more intricate than that.
Reminds me of the whole Peace Meeting, honestly.
Not only are a bunch of other Factions gathering in Hell, but they’re bringing their ‘newest generation’ as Odin put it.
Yasaka obviously wants nothing to do with it. Doubly so since we’re preparing to invade the Fae Lands, which is understandablein our position to decline any invitations. So, I want to do my part as her man to smooth over the rejection with atleast my presence. As she said, it would give them face and wouldn’t come off as us just snubbing them, even if we had proper reasons.
It was rather abrupt, all things considered, but I suppose it was something overall weighing on the minds of other factions. We sort of wiped our hands of the issue and dropped the problem in their laps, they don’t have the luxury of ignoring everything and continuing as was.
I could imagine it was a pleasant reprieve to be able to latch onto any united agreement or talks about further how to handle this looming threat beyond some vague ‘we’ll work together’ that came about from the Peace Meeting.
“Hmm, anything specific you want?” Medea asked, poking and proding Jeanne.
“Erm….I-I don’t know?” Jeanne looked unsure of what to say. “I’ve never really worn nice clothes before?”
Medea paused, looking at her. “Now that is a travesty.”
“Actually, I don’t think she has any actual clothes right now either, let’s just get started on a bunch of outfits.”
“Definitely, we’re going to have to fix this.” Medea nodded.
“I have some clothes…” Jeanne said quietly.
“You have your Servant Armaments, dear. That’s significantly different than actual clothes. And the fact that you don’t have anything to show off that delectable body of yours is a sin.” Medea purred.
I ignored Jeanne’s squawk. “Actually, she does have oneoutfit.”
“Neeeh.” She nudged me.
“Oh?” Medea quirked an eyebrow. “ Show me.”
“D-do I have to?”
“I need a reference.” Medea said with a completely straight face.
Jeanne pouted, and she glowed slightly as her Servant attire was dismissed, showing that School Uniform that she was wearing from behind.
“Bold Choice for a Saintess.” Medea blinked.
“I-it’s not that bad!”
“It certainly shows off that butt of yours…”
“Neh!?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.” I swear, Medea and I are one the same wavelength. “Just not her butt either, for some reason that School Uniform shows off her legs amazingly too.”
“D-Don’t say something like that out loud!!!”
“Honestly, I’m not surprised that the Saintess is a deviant…”
“You should have seen Saint Martha. I swear, what she wore was more lewd than if she was just naked….”
“T-There was nothing wrong with Marth’s clothes!”
At this point, Jeanne was doing her best impression of a tomato.
“Big G has good tastes.” I nodded to myself.
“It’s not odd for Gods to lean on the side of certain…..interests.” Medea agreed.
“Nooo, it has nothing to do with him!”
“Face it my little Bondage Saint, Big G gave you booty shorts as your default clothing.” I pat her head. “It’s basically a divine proclamation – The Saintess must be lewd.”
“Neeeh!” She swung her hands at my wildly.
“Wait, you didn’t dress her up like this?” Medea questioned, a genuine look of surprise about her.
“No?” I blinked. “Why do you think I’ve been giving her a hard time about it?”
“I thought you just bullied her into it so you could tease her.” Medea responded.
“That’s…..probably something I would do.” Jeanne responded to my statement by hitting my shoulder, repeatedly. “But that’s all Big G. He apparently believes his Saintesses should show off what they got.”
Medea ignored the flailing Saintess as she continued her inspection. “Well, I certainly have quite a bit to work with. But I’m going to have to work from the ground up, how about –“ She paused. “Oh my, is this a G-String.”
Medea reached for something and Jeanne made a high squeak as she stiffened.
“You really are a bold Saintess.” Medea laughed.
I glanced over Jeanne’s shoulder. “I’m not even surprised.”
“It’s not me!” Jeanne squeaked again. “I-i-it’s what Laeticia was wearing!”
“Uh huh.” I didn’t believe her.
“It’s true!”
“I completely believe you.”
“S-stop!”
“Lewd Saintess is Lewd.”
“No!” Jeanne squawked with a red flush spreading all over her face. She looked for the easiest place to bury her face, which just happened to be my chest.
I just gently pat her head. “I think it’s cute.”
“R-really?” She looked up at me. “…..it’s comfortable.” She then looked away.
Jeez, she’s so adorable.
“You heard her, make her more panties like this.”
“Neh!?”
“I was thinking white lace, it aligns better with her natural charm~”
“Neeeh!”
“She is just precious~” Medea cooed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make her several sets of lingerie.”
“W-why would I need that!?”
“I’m surprised she even knows what that is.” I said with fully honesty.
“The Grail!”
“The Grail only provides pertinent information.” I countered.
“It’s not what you think!” She quickly flailed around in embarrassment.
“Even a Saintess can’t overcome her debauched French Heritage…”
“Suddenly a lot of things make sense.” Medea commented.
“Stopppp.” Jeanne whined.
“She’s really too easy” Medea looked my way.
“I know, and I can’t help myself. It’s too fun to get a reaction out of her for everything.” I said helplessly.
“You’re a meanie.” Jeanne puffed up with a pout.
I couldn’t help but pinch her cheek. “But seriously, we’re going to get you a bunch of clothes you actually like. So feel free to add anything you want.”
Jeanne’s expression softened considerably. “Thank you, Wilhelm.” She finished with a warm smile.
“Alright, you can flirt later.” Medea interrupted. “Let me do my thing and stop disturbing me.” She physically started pushing me towards the door.
“F-flirt!?” The Saintess flustered.
“Alright, alright, stop being so aggressive. I like the version I met in the Singularity better.” I grumbled.
“Didn’t she ask you to marry her?” Jeanne asked.
“Excuse me!?” Medea’s voice was raised a few pitches.
“What can I say, it’s difficult being so Charming.” I sighed in mock exasperation, but quickly decide to make myself scarce before her brain could reboot.
“Get back here you brat!” She screeched, but I was already out the door and fleeing at a very brisk pace.
@***@
I looked out upon the horizon. It was odd seeing it within my inner world. It felt real, and I guess in sense, that it was. It was my own memories used to facilitate the feelings and sensations that came about through the physical.
“Staff.” I held my hand out, and the Staff of Magnus appeared.
“I will say nothing else, prepare yourself.” Musū Tengai replied.
The same thing happened as last time. A large mirror appeared, a reflection of myself but one that wasn’t me. He pushed through, as if truly entering my inner world.
“We meet again.” He smiled.
I raised an eyebrow, and waved my staff. “Shatter.”
Like glass, the surroundings shattered. It wasn’t so much a spell I had cast, but an expellment of my force around us. There was the beginnings of an illusion that were becoming intertwined with the environment that I disrupted before it could properly settle.
“Worth a shot.” My counterpart shrugged. Holding his own Staff of Magnus, he swung it over his shoulder. “So, what do you wanna do for round two? Some witty banter before we begin? Oh, oh! Can I play the ‘Cliché Evil enemy?” His eye’s brightened. “I swear I’ve fought so many, I think I can get the lines down.”
“You know, I’m inclined to let you.” I revealed an amused smile. I knew what he was doing, he knew that I knew, and at this point, we were just playing a small game. With a mental thought, spell sequences began in the background.
My counterpart cleared his throat. “YOU DARE STAND BEFORE ME!? MORTAL, YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!!”
“Eh, 4 out of 10, you were trying too hard. The doucheiness needs to come naturally.”
He shrugged helplessly. “What can you do? I’m far too charming and likable to pull it off.”
“I can’t argue with you there.”
We both shared a small chuckle, but there was a hint of tension underneath.
Without another word, as if a reflection of one another, we both raised our staves.
“Order of Lightning!” He shouted.
“Lightning Runes!” I countered.
My Runic Circles appeared all around me, actualizing into existence. Dozens upon dozens that utterly filled the space behind me.
In return, he did something slightly similar. Rather than facilitating the Elemental effect through Runes, the sky above us darkened and the cloudes deformed into the shape of Spell Circles.
My Lightning Ascended to the sky, while his fell down upon the earth.
The collision of the two elements did not react how one would expect. It wasn’t natural by any means, it didn’t quite follow the predefined behavior of Lightning.
The two sides met in a collision of explosive power. As soon as the two opposing sides met, it erupted in a torrent of lightning that was discharged in every direction. Hundreds of similar explosions filled the sky where the two sides met.
“Interesting, you created a redundant Runic formula to facilitate the continued casting sequence.” My copy stated. “The simplistic is rather elegant.”
“And you went the opposite route. You summoned a natural phenomena and bent it into the casting of your own spell, creating a casting loop that doesn’t need further input from yourself other than direction.” I admired his as well. “Using the clouds themselves as the Spell Circles was inspiring. In a prolonged fight, I would lose just from my spell fizzling first.”
“You’re too kind, I –“ My Copies’ eyes widened and I noticed what he did as well. My Lightning was overcoming his, which shouldn’t have been such an obvious conclusion, unless…. “Divinity!?”
He phrasing of that opened up a lot of questions, but instead of broaching the subject, I pushed through. I overloaded my Runic Circles. Instead of them continuously casting a basic Lightning Bolt in succession, I put everything into a single discharge.
Immediately, I overwhelmed his opposition, and shot through to his Spell sequences, utterly destroying it at the source.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” My copy commented, though he didn’t stand till, he moved quickly. It wasn’t Shunpo. However, that didn’t mean he was slow.
“Air Elementals you silently summoned under your feet?” I furrowed my brow.
“Yup! Good guess, but there’s no prize!” He shouted, holding his staff up to his other hand, and a large Spell Circle formed. A Golden light emerged firing at me.
I slammed the Staff to the ground, Casting my Shield of Asgard.
My shield held firm, but immediately, I was beset by extremely thin projectiles numbering in the thousands. The unrelenting bombardment of those needle like constructs, while none of them even came close to penetrating it, but after a few moments my shield shuddered.
“Shield of Asgard, nice spell! I have one too, so I know the weakness of it!” He shouted. “A good shielding spell, but it’s meant to stand against powerful strikes, not a continuous bombardment, I guess you haven’t fixed that flaw yet!”
My Shield shattered. And I was genuinely surprised.
“Dragon’s Maw!” An eastern-like Dragon made of fire opened its massive maw, flying at me.
“Hadō # 58, Tenran.” I moved my hand in a circular motion, producing a whirlwind that collided with the Fire Dragon.
The wind and fire dispersed one another, sending a cascade of flames in all directions.
“Unseen blade.” He held his staff pointing right at me.
The image of a Blade shot right at me.
“Greater Ward.” I cast in all directions.
The blade infront of me blurred and disappeared. In place of it, my ward was hit in three other places simultaneously. Behind me and on both sides. “Really?” I shot him an annoyed look.
“What? It’s a fun spell.” He smiled. “Why do you think I would name it something like that if it’s so obviously seen? Not to mention speakthe incantation aloud like that?”
I was about to respond, but I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck and quickly leaned back.
The original blade from earlier reappeared and narrowly missed me.
“Okay, that’s just a dick move.”
“It’s called unseen blade for a reason!”
“Gather!” I commanded, calling forth an inordinate amount of Lightning around my staff. “Thunder Bolt!”
A discharged of accumulated Lightning fired off. Big enough to utterly consume him whole.
“Earth Wall in one hand.” He raised up a wall of Earth. “Immovable Object in the other.” The Wall glowed a brilliant light and my Lightning collided with it.
It lasted but a brief moment but my lightning dispersed, leaving a weathered and brittle earthen wall still standing defiantly.
A spell like Reinforcement?
The wall crumbled quickly, and then I saw him stab his staff into the ground. He clapped his hands together and pulled them apart. However, it wasn’t as simple as one may think, it looked like he pull apart the seams of reality. “Distortion.”
Feeling the sense of danger, I decided that standing still was perhaps a foolish idea.
I fired off a plethora of spells, mere cantrips to annoy him as I gathered my Reiatsu and moved. Out of the corner of my eye, the spells I fire….they bent and twisted in an unnatural way. They didn’t even come close to hitting him.
Not only that, as soon as I moved, the world turned upside down. I found myself crashing face first into the ground.
Out of panic, I attempted to roll too the side and push myself up, but once more, I plummeted to the ground. Jerking to the side, I stumbled over myself going the opposite direction.
Between his hands, there was a vague shape, shifting and changing. It resembling a Rubik’s Cube as it continuously twisted.
“And let’s end this.” My counter part spoke. “Cloud of Daggers.”
A misty Haze surrounded me, like an illusion but not. It changed, warped its appearance. Merely a blink, and I was now surrounding by hundreds of razor sharp daggers.
I reacted as quickly as I could, grabbed my own Staff of Magnus and slamming it on the ground, an invisible force descended, causing everything around us to shudder.
Even my counterpart nearly stumbled in place, he grit his teeth and the cube-like projection between his hands dispersed. “Clever, altering the Gravity. That’ll do it.”
Even the misty-like daggers fell to the ground forcibly and the spell unraveled.
I took a deep breath, standing up properly. “You altered my sense of direction…”
“Well, that isn’t incorrect. But not quite. Close enough, I’d say.” He mused. “Good counter, You just brute forced through it with a torrent of Gravity. However, there is one detriment to that. As soon as you relent, I’ll recast my spell, so you’re forced to hold the gravitational increase.”
I cracked my neck. “Not used to the extra force?” I mocked.
“Not everything requires brute force.” He did look like he was having a tad bit of trouble standing completely straight, comparatively to me who was more or less used to the increased force pressing own. “But I can’t deny it’s a valid approach to most issues. However, you don’t always need to push against the world in order to make it move in your favor.” He gently tapped the staff against the ground. “Sunder.”
I found myself falling.
The earth below me had split open, massive walls on either side of me as I descended down into the depths of the earth.
Well….I do believe I’ve played myself.
I would have been able to react if my own spell didn’t hamper me.
He saluted me once and I simply closed my eyes as the two halves of the earth closed with me at the center.
I opened my eyes again, and I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
Looking down at me, Salem had a blank look on her face. “Are you okay?”
“Define, ‘okay’?” I asked.
“You were sitting there in a meditative position. Then your aura shifted and it became hard to approach you for some time. Now, you are like this.”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m good. Just lost a fight so I’m moping.”
[You did better this time.] Ddraig spoke.
Yeah. It was a good fight, I learned a lot.
Didn’t know my Shield of Asgard had such a weakness. It’s never had to sustain such a number of attacks in succession like that before.
Among other things, I’m….okay with losing there. I see where I can improve in my spellcrafting. Seeing a reflection of me that took such a different approach to things….it was, interesting.
{I’m pleased you are treating it as a proper learning experience.} My Zanpakutō added. {Keep trying your best.}
I’m more inclined to forceful resolutions to my problems. His responses were more….not necessarily smaller, but more focused.
Something to consider more as I go forward.
“Hey.” I said, looking up at Salem who was still staring at me while. I was on the ground.
“Are you comfortable?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I would be if you took a step forward.”
“Yes, I’m sure that would help if you could peer up my dress.” Her eye roll was noticeable. “My Subordinates were concerned, they could feel you.”
“Woops.” I scratched my head. “Didn’t think it would be that noticeable.”
“They were surprised.” She shrugged. “What were you even doing?”
“Training inside my inner world. I came over to see you, but you were busy with your thing and I didn’t want to interrupt, so I figured I would get some training in” I explained.
She was having a meeting or something with her people, so….no time like the present to start my training in earnest.
“Do you require something from me?”
“No, I just got back home after the thing I told you before. It’s been a bit stressful and I missed you.” I smiled.
“Hmph.” She crossed her arms. “You still have your glib tongue.”
“You didn’t miss me too?” I asked.
She twitched slightly. “…..I did not speak those words.”
I sat up. “Cute.”
“Be quiet.” She hissed.
“Well, I was about to tell you about the gift I brought, but if you don’t want to hear about it…”
She grumbled. “You know what I meant.”
Cute.
I held my hand out, letting the second copy of all the books I got in that weird world drop onto the floor in a few stacks.
Her eyes flashed as she realized what these books contained. “This is….a significant gift….” She muttered while touching the book on top. “….what do you wish in return?”
“Pardon?” I tilted my head
“What boon do you desire in return for this gift?” She reiterated
“Salem, not everything between us needs to be a transaction.”
She huffed, crossing her arms again. “…..It’s easier.” She said softly. “I don’t know how to reciprocate otherwise.”
“Would it make you feel better if I asked for something?”
“I would not dislike it.” She responded. “However, if you ask for something perverted, I will be most upset.”
“Am I really someone who would ask something like that?”
She swung her hand, lightly slapping my shoulder. “I suppose that is accurate however. You wouldn’t ask. I am more than aware of how careful I must be of your wandering hands.”
“I admit nothing.”
“Hmph.” She grunted again. “Tell me what you want.”
“What I want….” I tapped my chin. “Offered such a wonderful boon by the Grimm Queen? What could I possible ask for.”
“….as long as it is something within reason, I do not mind retracting my previous words.” She whispered.
I was admittedly tempted, but it didn’t feel like the right circumstances. Rather…
“I want this.” I grabbed her hand, slipping my fingers between hers.
“…..this?” She looked confused.
“Just this.” I smiled.
“….I do not understand you sometimes.” She sighed. “However….I am not upset.”
“Hmm, is it too late to ask you to do something lewd?”
“Yes.” She snorted.
“I guess I’ll just have to seduce you the old fashioned way.”
“Oh? Then by all means seduce me.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this level of wooing? I don’t know if you’re heart will be able to take it.”
“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be swept off my feet.” She drawled.
I cleared my throat. “Girl, as long as I have a face, you’ll have somewhere to sit.”
“…..”
“Now that I’m holding your hand, I can tell everyone that I’ve been touched by an Angel.”
“…..”
“If it’s true that we are what we eat, then –“
“Please, do not finish that one.” She groaned.
“I see, you don’t even need any more. You’re now head over heels.” I sniffed haughtily.
“Of course, how could I ever resist such romantic callings.” She said dryly. “Truly, you are a master of sensual word play.”
“I knew it, you are now seduced.”
She rolled her eyes. “I find it inconceivable how I am romantically involved with you at this moment.”
“Hey, I can be romantic.”
“Before this moment, I mighthave agreed with you.”
“Alright, give me another chance.”
“Do what you what.” She sighed.
I squeezed her hand and looked her into the eyes. “Do you remember how I told you how I learned about you?”
“Yes, you spoke that you used the Relic of Knowledge.” She responded.
“That’s right, I wanted to see everything about this supposed ‘Grimm queen’. And as soon as I laid my eyes on her, she took my breath away. This woman I had never interacted before, never seen until that moment, she left me utterly breathless. You didn’t have to steal my heart, it already belonged to you from the beginning.”
It felt like she unintentionally squeezed my hand because she had a strange expression. She seemed to settle on looking away because a small flush appeared on her pale cheeks. “Don’t spout that ridiculous trite around me. I’m annoyed, as soon as you’re finished, leave.”
“Well….I may not be finished for awhile.”
“Do what you want.” She huffed.
“How about I tell you what I’ve been up to recently?” I offered.
“Very well.” She tried to sound uninterested, but it wasn’t quite working out too well. “If I am forced to bear your presence, I may as well understand what you were doing while you were gone.”
Cute.
@***@
I yawned and stretched, popping back out at home.
It was nice, visiting Salem for a few hours. And I even got some training in while I was over there.
I walked over and knocked on the door that Medea was holding Jeanne hostage in. “You guys still in there?”
“Almost done!” Medea shouted back.
I waited patiently outside of the door. We weren’t on the strictest time schedule, but it was sorta getting there.
“Wait, wait don’t touch there!” Jeanne squawked.
“Hush, this is important.”
“How is it important for you to touch my chest!?”
“Measurements.”
“You already measured!!”
I was…tempted to go inside.
“Alright, come in.” Medea called out.
“Wait! I’m not mentally prepared, I need –“
I pushed the door open. Medea was standing to the side but my eyes landed solely onto Jeanne. She was wearing a slender, shoulder less, blue dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, but it was also very tasteful and elegant.
Frankly, there was only one word to describe it.
“Beautiful.”
“Heeh!?” Jeanne squeaked, turning bright red. “T-thank you.” She covered her face.
“As always, I do good work.” Medea stated.
“Thanks for the hard work, Medea.” She wasn’t only skilled, but she was extremely fast.
“Thank me after you see what she’s wearing underneath.” She began to cackle.
“Don’t tell him that!!!” Jeanne’s high pitch voice was drowned out by Medea’s laughing.
“I’ll leave you two to your little date~” Medea ignored her, throwing up her hand as she walked out a room.
“It’s not a Date!” Jeanne whined. “N-not that I would hate it, b-but it’s not!”
Cute.
“You look wonderful.” I said with full sincerity.”
“Do….you really thing so?” She asked, bashfully. “I’ve never worn anything this…pretty before. I don’t really feel right….I’m just a plain farm girl and this is so…..”
“Jeanne…” I took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “The dress isn’t what’s making you beautiful, you’re the one that’s making the dress stunning.”
She made a strange noise, and refused to look me in the eyes. “W-we can go now, right?”
I laughed, gently tugging at her hand. “Sure, let’s get this over this. Are you ready to go to Hell, Saintess?”
@***@
A/N
Wilhelm finally goes to hell, and he convinces Jeanne to go with him. Meeting thingy with a bunch of other factions, then afterwards a Gremory family dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I'll try to get a second chapter up in the next couple days. I intended to get this chapter up yesterday, but that 10 hour drive killed me.
I didn't originally intend to put much emphasis on this whole 'meeting' thing betwee the factions, but during the drive here I had some time to think about some things and I realized it was a good opportunity to touch on some things and maybe use that same energy from the Peace Conference.
Comments
Dav
*facepalm* dumb moment for me.
shirousagi
And his own harem? Funny none of then talk abou it, and that he would fail i wonder if is because muso just would alter the probability where wilhelm always lose, thats kinda scary now that i think about it....
Bole
Man it would be so sweet if Will taught Jeanne how to read. It would also be cute if Kunou joined in.
Strange Loop Sleuth
Nah, Diodora's indiscretions got brought up at the peace conference to hit the devil's with and Ajuka took care of him. I think he's dead?
Dav
Never get tired the dynamic between Will and Jeanne. Great chapter and can’t wait for the next chapter. Also I have a feeling Diodora may appear soon when they visit Hell. Can’t wait to see him get karma for even looking at Jeanne 😈😈😈
john the gamer
Happy thanksgiving and thanks for the chapter
JLHartsock
Wilhelm x Jeanne must happen
Joseph Fera
Bullying Jeanne is to the Nasuverse what bullying Ruby is to the RWBY universe. Something that is like consuming pure liquid sweetness and meth. Something you will never get enough of and is stupidly addictive.
Lazy_Blackberry
Happy Thanksgiving!! Enjoy the turkey!!
Oscar Sampedro Lopez
Thanks for the chapter and happy Thanksgiving everyone
James French
Happy thanksgiving y’all ~!
Orchamus
Same, be hilarious 😂
Jason Wu
I've always been on patreon
Nisiris
Frik, you are on patreon too? And again with this? Are you A.I or what?!
Nisiris
First things first, HAPPY HOLLIDAY! Because I'm Czech, I myself don't celebrate these things, but happy holidays to all of you! On the other thing, I can't wait to read how he will troll the gathering, especially if he wants to take Jeanne with him, and if some of stronger beings in there will sense either his divinity, or his pure demon heritage, just can't wait for another chapter!
MerlinO
Gracias por el capítulo
CkLance
Happy Thanksgiving 🦃 And the Jeanne BULLI this chapter was *chef kiss*
Peter K
omg so much beautiful bulli
Peter K
DxD Jeanne was executed way back when after invading Kyoto, if I recall correctly. Her remains were offered back to the Church as part of the peace talks. (I agree, tbc! I don't think it's possible in-story though unless someone else has already inherited her spirit.)
Lazy Ghost
It’s going to be interesting seeing people’s reaction to legit Jeanne d’arc showing up with Wil. Since her DxD version was recently executed it will probably be an interesting discussion. I remember Wil saying that he felt as though Jeanne was “lighter” or I guess holier than the angels he’s met was that his bias or is she actually just that much better? Is Jeanne gonna join him at the dinner?
mohamad houmani
Huh really… oh yeah shame then we will never get a chance to bully both of them at once
AStoryForOne
Because he would fail if he tried the same method as Ichigo. And if you fail in Ichigo's method, you lose the opportunity of Bankai forever. As for the magic version, it's not technically a real Wilhelm, it's a possibility with its own history and 'life'.
Lazy Ghost
Do you mean the reincarnation/Spirit inheritor. Because she was executed along with the rest of the Hero faction except Arthur.
shirousagi
Im still confused as why mosu tengai wants wilhelm to achive bankai in the old fashion way, wouldnt be easy if he get it like ichigo? Sometimes it feel like mosu wants wilhelm to growth slowly for werever reason, and his magic version confuse me more isnt wilheln supposed to be a unique entity? That there is only one of him in all the timelines? Happy thanksgiving to you and your family!
Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
Dancingrage
"Wilhelm finally goes to hell" You know, reading this, and seeing all the shit Wil's gotten up to, I should have known that this was an inevitability. I really should. But no, I thought he'd have gone his whole loooong life without that particular punny situation coming up. I was wrong. This changes everything.
mohamad houmani
I would like to say I really hope that we can also bully the DXD version of Jeanne. And that she similarly dresses in that kind of underwear so we can bulli her as well and then bulli both together
thevolunteer
I wonder if she’s going to let it slip that she “talked” to God in the Longinus to the angels
thevolunteer
Happy Thanksgiving! Jeanne and the Angels will be a ton of fun
Regis
Happy Thanksgiving
striker James
Happy Thanksgiving
matt smith
Happy thanksgiving. And you gave the gift of BULLIIIII!! the greatest gift of all.
striker James
Great chapter loved whilem and Jeanne chemistry. Can't wait to see how she handles meeting his family
Juicywafflepancake
🦃
Lord Mistfire
I’m looking forward to seeing the angels reaction to Jeanne
Jason Wu
Thanks
