Pseudo-Villaines

Jeanne's Struggle

Jeanne and her entourage reached the nearest town four hours after continuing the delayed journey. A little late than anticipated.

Being a royal knight was a highly respected profession. As soon as Jeanne, Hanna, Karina, and Szymon showed a medal that was proof of their membership, the local knights guarding the city gates hurriedly allowed them to enter the city.

One of them ran to the landlord mansion and reported the arrival of the knights from the capital. As soon as the news reached him, he immediately ordered his men to hold a meeting with their captain.

The landlord greeted them very warmly. Jeanne, Hanna, Karina, and Szymon were entertained by a magnificent dinner. They were also asked to stay at his mansion.

His treatment grew friendly upon learning that three of the four knight captains were the children of influential nobles in the kingdom of Warsaw.

For the other knights, even though they were not entertained in the mansion, they were given the best lodging for free there. The cost of dinner is also borne by the landlord.

"Servants, please escort the lord and miss knight to their respective rooms. Make sure they can rest comfortably while they're here."

After the dinner was over, the landlord told his servants to take these four knight captains to rest. He also told them that there was no need to hold back if they needed anything.

Jeanne entered her room. Despite being a small-town landlord, the guest room he occupied was now quite majestic. At least compared to where he lives.

The interior is ordinary, but the place is big. There was a table and a chair on the window. The bed is made of fairly expensive wood while the mattress is soft and soft. So too with pillows and blankets.

"Was.... But if I sleep now, my development will be hampered. Alright, I'll cultivate for a moment!"

Jeanne excitedly sat back on her bed. He was obviously exhausted and wanted to go to sleep immediately. But his habits so far cannot be left alone, cultivation before going to sleep.

Jeanne changed her sitting position to cross-legged and closed her eyes. He began to feel the natural energy entering him. The incoming energy circulated within his body, transforming into mana.

There are at least two energies in this world. They are called [Earth energy] and [Heaven Energy]. The majority of humans were cultivating using [earth energy]. At least until they were at the [Sky Realm] rank 5 stage.

After being above 5th rank [Sky Realm], cultivators would use [Heaven Energy] as their cultivation source. Those who can use this energy are only those who are recognized as [Gods/Goddess] and [Demi-God] by the world.

Back to Jeanne's cultivation. Now he was still at the [Earth realm] rank 8 stage. Considering his age of just 20 years old, this is an incredible achievement.

Jeanne continued to focus [Earth energy] into her body, letting the energy burn the internal parts of her limbs. It feels so hot. Jeanne resisted the urge to stop and vomit.

Honestly, he wanted to stop. His body feels very heavy. His hands and feet were frozen. The hot air had also covered her. At that moment, a voice out of nowhere, sounded.

"Don't give up, Jeanne! Believe in yourself! To protect the people you love, to stand next to the people you love, for that's all, don't stop!"

The sound made Jean's body cool. His emphasis was not intimidating, but rather made himself calm and at the same time, excited.

Jeanne had only stopped when an energy explosion occurred within her. It's not a bad thing, on the contrary, it's a good thing. Like a broken dam that has held thousands of cubic feet of water, [Earth energy] flows through the entire invisible network in its body.

All of that energy was then converted into mana, making Jeanne feel an immense force filling her body.

Regardless, he is grateful. His efforts have not been in vain. That's right, for the sake of protecting those he loves, Jeanne can't stop. Nor can I give up.

He wants to close his eyes. It's time to go to sleep. But someone impolitely opened the door. One of the most disgusting men he knew, Szymon Krzys.

"Good night, Jeanne. You really look really pretty tonight. I am grateful to be able to see the beauty of the creations of the gods and goddesses alone."

"Krzys? What are you doing in my room? Where's the waiter who's guarding this room?"

Szymon smiled. Of course, those lowly servants had no right to dissuade him from doing whatever he wanted. Szymon has driven the servant away.

"Come, Jeanne. You're always cold to me. I just want to have fun with you tonight. Doesn't matter, does it?"

Syzmon tried to reach Jeanne's beautiful body with his hands. But not as she had imagined, Jeanne put up a fight.

He curled Szymon's arm with a very strong grip until an ominous crackle rang out from his arm. Without even retaliating, Jeanne clutched Szymon's collar and slammed the man very hard.

Szymon screamed loudly. Even so Jeanne did not stop without any mercy at all, Jeanne kicked Szymon's body, broke her leg, and punched him in the face until it was no longer formed. He only stopped when Szymon no longer made a sound. The man fainted.

"Servant! Help me!"

Jean screamed and a servant came to her. She was the maid who had been guarding Jeanne's room. Without being told, the maid dragged Szymon's fainted body out, while saying many apologies.

Jeanne promised in her heart. If once again Szymon attempted to touch him, he would finish off the rancid bastard without sparing his bones at all.

***

While Jeanne finished dealing with Szymon and began to fall asleep, deep in Krakov city, the wheels began to move.

In a secret room that was in one of the houses of influential nobles, ten people gathered. They wear high-quality clothes in an unusual style.

The group is led by a man who looks the oldest among them. Her hair was completely bleached. Wrinkles had sprung up on his face, yet his gaze was extremely sharp. His aura exuded a charisma that not many people possessed.

"Your Majesty, the preparations are almost complete. We can launch our action within seven days."

One of the attendees relayed a report to the man. Without saying anything, the old man nodded. He filled his catchphrase with expensive wine and held it up high. Followed by another audience.

"For the glory of the thousand-year kingdom of Warsaw, Live!!"

"""""For the glory of the thousand-year kingdom of Warsaw, Live!!"""""

Yes, the wheels have started moving.