Xu Tao heard it, loud and clear.
A voice that sounded refreshing, like the chimes of a morning chime in a mountain shrine. Overflowing with innocence, but with hints of dignity beneath it. A dash of disbelief, along with a deep "wish," a prayer.
"..."
Xu Tao slowly put the little pumpkin down and sat up.
His gaze turned forward, where a familiar figure stood.
A small body that still hinted at her youth. Yet despite her appearance, she wore armor that covered all the vital areas—her chest, her sides—along with a pair of gauntlets and greaves. On her head sat an open-faced helmet adorned with royal blue feather plumes.
His throat moved reflexively, calling out the name that felt closest to his heart—a feeling he'd never known before.
"Jehanne..."
"...!"
As soon as her name left his mouth, the armored beauty, Jehanne d'Arc—one of his few trusted companions in this game-like world—broke into a sprint.
