"Good morning."
Jeanne stood on the watchtower, stretching her limbs after a night of curling up.
"You're up early too, Miss Jeanne. Our watchtower is quite cramped, it's been hard on you all."
"It's nothing much, really. We're not ordinary people; according to your terms here, we'd somewhat be considered Qi Refiners. Simply having a place that shields from wind and rain is already good enough."
Jeanne spoke freely. Back when she led the Holy Knights in the hunt of a "Cannibal Hag," they endured over ten days of harsh conditions in the Eastern European Grassland, before delving deep into a cavern to judge the Demon amidst endless decay of corpses.
She's been through a lot.
After exchanging a few words with Jeanne, Zhang San felt all woozy; even the glimpses of those women from his village or the brief sight of the concubine of the wealthy Li family official during market days seemed mundane compared to them.
