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Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [103]
🕑 Added 2025-11-04 14:41:45 +0000 UTCCarrying an uneasy heart, the pure-hearted saintess finally stepped into this pure-white city she had imagined as hell itself.
It’s okay, it’s okay. God will protect me.
She silently prayed in her heart, hoping her soul wouldn’t be tainted by evil and corruption.
But nothing happened.
Jeanne d’Arc moved forward slowly along the main road, observing her surroundings as she walked.
She was a bit surprised to discover the city wasn’t nearly as corrupt and wicked as she’d imagined.
“They’re… undead?”
Staring at those dragon-servants participating in construction, Jeanne couldn’t quite believe her eyes.
She was one hundred percent certain—they were undead.
Yet they bore none of the corruption or foulness that typically accompanied undead beings.
They merely worked peacefully, harboring no resentment toward the living, instead carrying an aura of tranquility unique to the dead… these contradictory qualities perfectly fused within these dragon-servants. It forced Jeanne to realize: this city, and its master, might not be as evil and chaotic as she’d imagined.
Then, after walking down the main road for roughly fifteen minutes, Jeanne successfully met the ruler of the city.
“What’re you doing here?”
Standing on the construction site, Jeanne Alter stared at this existence who shared the same source as herself, yet was utterly opposite in nature—with a distinctly surprised expression. She showed no excessive hostility, for she no longer viewed herself merely as this pure saintess’s shadow.
Yes, she admitted that she had been born from the [Saint Jeanne d’Arc], but since she already existed in this world, she was an independent being, possessing her own feelings, desires, and ambitions she wished to fight for.
And these things, earned little by little through her own hands, through her own efforts—were truly hers. They were the things that would never “betray” her existence.
“Um, I came here…”
Jeanne stared at this “little sister” who was nothing like herself at all.
She wanted to say she’d come to purify evil, but when she stood before Jeanne Alter, watching her sweat pouring down as she directed workers on city construction, she simply couldn’t open her mouth.
She wanted to say she’d come to rescue the Master who’d been captured by the evil witch, but when she saw the orange-haired girl happily eating potato chips and drinking soda with Bluey, as carefree as if she were on vacation, Jeanne realized that excuse wouldn’t hold either.
Then why else was she here?
“I came here…”
Jeanne still hesitated, unsure what to say.
But Jeanne Alter no longer wanted to hear anything more from her.
“Forget it, just don’t say anything.”
“Just seeing you already pisses me off—I don’t want to hear you say any more bullshit that’ll make me mad.”
“Go do whatever you want, just don’t bother me!”
Jeanne Alter waved her hand, dismissing Jeanne d’Arc.
Of course, she hadn’t kicked her out of the city—just away from herself.
Right now, Jeanne Alter was busy building this city. She had to finish this city, build up this nation properly.
Other things, she simply couldn’t care less about at this moment.
As for Jeanne d’Arc, Jeanne Alter granted her the greatest freedom possible. She could wander around freely, collecting whatever intelligence she wanted.
There was nothing worth hiding anyway.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash were both right there. If Jeanne d’Arc could take them away, Jeanne Alter absolutely wouldn’t stop her. After all, she’d never treated those two future saviors as her own. The only reason she kept them here was because she wanted them to witness this kingdom she had built with her own hands, this “miracle” created by herself.
“My time isn’t much now.”
“So, I have to hurry. Even faster.”
Watching Jeanne d’Arc’s departing figure, Jeanne Alter gently placed a hand over her own heart.
No one understood her own situation better than herself.
A witch born from destruction was fated to return to destruction.
This was a destiny she couldn’t defy.
But at least… before that destined moment arrived, please let her see with her own eyes this city’s completion.
“O God—”
She closed her eyes.
And began a prayer more sincere and earnest than ever before in her life:
“Grant me joy.”
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Jeanne d’Arc ended up staying in the city.
She had no choice. Without completing her task, she couldn’t return.
Despite her best persuasion, the orange-haired girl’s heart seemed heavier than a steel weight—there wasn’t even the slightest sway.
“Go back? Why would I go back with you?”
“What’s wrong with the life I have here?”
Fujimaru Ritsuka introduced Jeanne d’Arc to her “luxurious guard entourage.”
Setting aside everything else, these dragon-servants were extremely easy on the eyes. Good-looking men and beautiful women were just their baseline standards, and most importantly, they were utterly loyal, never disobeying their superior’s orders in the slightest.
Absolute obedience toward one’s progenitor—that was the absolute rule of blood-sucking species.
Though Fujimaru wasn’t dragonkind, due to her identity as a savior, Jeanne Alter had specially assigned her a twenty-member guard squad, entirely dedicated to her daily care.
Here she lived a life so extravagantly decadent that an ordinary high schooler wouldn’t dare dream of it.
As for Jeanne’s talk about saving the world?
“Forget it. The world’s already gotten to this point; it’s not exactly urgent now, right?”
Fujimaru gently refused Jeanne’s invitation with an extremely casual tone.
This savior clearly understood the duties on her shoulders—but at the same time, she trusted her instincts even more.
After spending so much time here, she realized the woman called “Jeanne Alter” wasn’t nearly as evil as she’d imagined. She definitely wasn’t some villain trying to destroy the world.
She was actually just someone who loved to talk big.
The things that came out of her mouth were totally different from what she actually did.
“She knows what’s right.”
“She’ll make the right choice.”
At this critical moment, Fujimaru decided to completely leave the choice in Jeanne Alter’s hands.
Meanwhile, Jeanne d’Arc was thinking about something else entirely.
The things that come out of her mouth are totally different from what she actually does…?
Then when she told me earlier, “Just seeing you already pisses me off,” wouldn’t that mean…?
Thinking up to here—
A faint smile finally rose on Jeanne d’Arc’s previously gloomy face.
Ah, indeed.
At the very moment they had finally met face-to-face, the feelings inside both their hearts had likely been the same.
She must’ve been very happy too, right?
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