At the same time, north of the Griffin Heart Imperial Capital, was the city of Adamus.
Announcements flying all over the sky, busy banquet arrangements, the city lord's loud scolding of his subordinates and cautious compliments to the Pope's son Rex became the main theme of Adamus City today.
At this time, the protagonist who made the entire city of Adamus angry - Archangel Michael, was changing clothes in the living room carefully prepared by the city owner, and Joan of Arc was changing clothes.
After that night in the City of Alexandria, Joan of Arc naturally became Michael's personal guard. In addition to being responsible for communicating with the city lord about Michael's food, clothing, housing and transportation, she was also responsible for communicating with Michael on knowledge. .
The son of the pope, Rex Lewis, who was so happy with his success, after enjoying a gluttonous feast in the city of Santander for several days, he did not follow the instructions of his father, Pope Martin Lewis, and went straight to the imperial capital with the archangel Michael. Instead, he said " On the pretext of "promoting the miracles of the God of Light", Michael was invited to the city of Adamus in the north of the imperial capital. He repeated his old tricks and once again enjoyed a singing, dancing and drinking banquet, and everyone was admiring him.
Rex Lewis did not feel any dissatisfaction with Arthur and the Crusaders' early departure. On the contrary, without Arthur's gossip, the son of the Pope truly began to enjoy his "indulgent journey."
"After tonight, we will return to the Imperial Capital." Michael gently stroked Jeanne's hair, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Joan of Arc's voice was full of endless attachment to Michael.
"Joan of Arc, are you really unwilling to stay here and wait for my triumphant return?"
Joan of Arc didn't speak, he just looked at Michael quietly, as usual, just looking at him quietly and insisting gently.
After seeing Joan's expression, Michael sighed quietly. This is not the first time that Michael has asked Joan to stay and face Pope Martin Louis alone. But every time, Joan's gentle eyes always melted Michael's persistence.
Joan of Arc is not that kind of aristocratic lady who is rich in knowledge but has no hands. In fact, she was born in a civilian family, but she relied entirely on her own talent and hard work to obtain a solid fourth-level primary combat power, and mastered the master Level life spells and master-level close-quarters abilities.
After all, Joan of Arc's ability to be stationed at the Tolstoy River on the national border with the deputy leader of the Champion Knights, Rose Talis, for a long time depends on more than just the name of a saint.
Michael didn't look down on Joan's fighting prowess. He just didn't want to see Joan feel sad because she turned against the Pope who had given her bread and faith. But Michael knew that he couldn't defeat Joan. The days of getting along with her made this powerful woman sad. The archangel clearly realized what kind of unswerving heart the somewhat thin girl in front of him had.
Since his attempts to comfort him were fruitless, Michael made up his mind.
"Joan of Arc."
Michael's voice was full of seriousness.
"I have a feeling that this trip to the imperial capital will be a dangerous one. If something happens to me, you must survive. The holy light behind you will guide your future."
How could an accident happen to Archangel Michael, a powerful fifth-level man? Although it sounded ridiculous, when looking into Michael's deep eyes, Joan couldn't laugh at all.
"He means it."
Joan of Arc suddenly remembered a rumor. It is said that after a peerless person reaches a certain level, he can foresee his own end. Although Joan could not imagine that anyone could hurt Michael, she was willing to believe everything her faith said and was willing to fight side by side with him until the last moment of her life.
"But living is the mission he gave me, and I must complete it."
After nodding hard, Jeanne suddenly couldn't suppress her feelings. She hugged Michael tightly and sobbed uncontrollably.
She clearly knew that her feelings for the archangel in front of her were not only respect and admiration, but also love and attachment.
"This is my destiny, I must go there. But you are different, you have to live, Joan of Arc, for your future and for me!"
Two white wings stretched out from Michael's back, gently wrapping Joan of Arc, and the gentle light magic surrounded her, warming the girl's heart that became sad for him.
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(End of Volume 3)
