Chapter 29

A few minutes later,

“Shoyo-san? Are you done yet? My arms are really sore now.”

“Okay... almost done.”
Shoyo picked up the item they had just chosen and helped Amano Yuuma put it on. Since it was a back-closure type, it was difficult to wear alone, so he had gone in to help.

Cough cough “Alright, all done.”

“Um... Shoyo-san, do you think it looks okay?” Amano Yuuma asked cautiously. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with her today. Maybe it was Shoyo’s strange aura, something about him made it hard to refuse him.

If she really thought about it, they had only just met.
Amano Yuuma... what are you even doing?
She mentally scolded herself, cheeks tinged pink. Since when did I become such a shameless girl?

Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming spiritual presence Shoyo gave off, unintentionally.


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[Buddha]

The power of Gautama Buddha naturally drew the weak to follow and trust him. Under the subtle influence of this power, Amano Yuuma’s feelings toward Shoyo had warmed faster than she could’ve imagined.

This man... doesn't seem so bad after all. Maybe I won’t kill him. If there’s a chance, I might even try to convert him into a fallen angel, she mused inwardly.


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“Mhm, it looks great. Let’s go with this one. I’ll ask the staff to wrap it up in a bit,” Shoyo said. Of course, he wouldn’t say it looked bad, he was the one who picked it, after all.

Half an hour later, he handed a pile of shopping bags to the store clerk, requesting they be delivered to Amano Yuuma’s home.

It was... odd.
He’d originally intended to finish quickly, yet here he was, still with her.
In Japan, school usually ended around 3 or 4 PM. Yuuma’s name even referenced “dusk” because she was supposed to kill Hyoudou Issei at sunset.
Now it was already 7 PM. The sky had gone dark.


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“Thank you, Shoyo-san.”

After leaving the lingerie store, Amano Yuuma naturally took Shoyo’s arm.

Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t the only thing unpredictable tonight.

They hadn’t gone far before they ran into a blonde girl.

Instantly, Shoyo could feel it, a wave of intense holy power radiated from her. The girl’s presence... was on par with an High-Class Devil.

Golden hair framed her stern blue eyes.
Wearing an orange dress, she still managed to radiate a heroic, commanding aura that was uniquely charming.


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“Fallen angel... again?”
The girl rubbed her forehead.
“There really are a lot of them in this town...”

But Shoyo’s expression changed upon seeing her,
The same kind of shift that had happened when he met Yuuma.


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[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for triggering a story sign-in!]
[Sign-in level: Silver]
[Sign-in Story – Jeanne is an Idiot!!]
[Objective: Fool the Jeanne who inherited the soul of Saint of Orleans.]
[Time Limit: 1 hour]

Sigh... Saint of Orleans, huh? Doesn’t sound like a very valuable reward.
That was Shoyo’s first thought.

As Jeanne locked eyes with them, the surrounding crowd seemed to instinctively back away.

She had cast a spell to disperse civilians.

Yuuma also noticed the holy girl and immediately sensed danger.
A very real threat.


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“A fallen angel, huh?” Jeanne grinned, releasing holy energy like a pressure wave. “Too bad your luck ran out.”

She had already encountered several fallen angels today, even though it was only her first day in town.

Unbeknownst to Yuuma, she had brushed with death more than once that day.


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“May I ask who you are?” Shoyo asked with a friendly smile.

Young lady, you’ve got remarkable bones! How about learning martial arts, or maybe cooking?
Yeah, no way that ridiculous lie would work.

He needed a plan to fool this big-breasted, brainless saintes...

And then, a brilliant idea struck.


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“I am Jeanne, Saint of Orleans!

I am here to eliminate the evil fallen angels!
Now step aside, ordinary person!”

Joan puffed out her chest proudly, declaring her heroic identity.

Me! Saint of Orleans! The inheritor of a legendary soul! Got that?!

She didn’t pay much attention to Shoyo. He looked like just another handsome human.
She protected all of humanity, not just the cute ones.

Though... he was the kind of guy she might give her contact info to. Maybe.


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Her type? Powerful men with unlimited potential.

Cao Cao, for example, strong, but not her type.
His personality sucked.

Sending a beautiful girl to scout alone across thousands of miles?

Yeah, that guy was never boyfriend material.


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This Jeanne wasn’t the one from Fate.
She was a member of the Hero Faction, wielding the Sacred Gear [Sword Birth], and had even unlocked its Balance Breaker:
[Saint Dragon Sword of Condemnation], a holy armor of countless swords that granted her devastating power.

After the monster riot incident, she was punished by working in the Vatican’s warrior cafeteria.
She even participated in international battle tournaments later.

Just qualifying for those meant she had monstrous potential, even as cannon fodder.

But she hadn’t yet seen through Shoyo’s strength.
To her, he still looked like just a pretty face.


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“Oh... Hello, Saint of Orleans.
My name is Shoyo, the inheritor of the hero Rama.”

He extended a hand confidently.

Since he was going to build an identity, he figured, why not go big?


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“Oh... Hello, hello...” Jeanne blinked and instinctively shook his hand, caught off guard.

Then,

“Huh? Eh?”

Her expression changed.

She’d shaken his hand a few times before realizing she was being tricked?!

She quickly pulled her hand away, face flushed with confusion and indignation.

Somehow... she felt like she was being mocked?


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“I’ve heard of many hero’s successors,” Jeanne said, eyes narrowing. “But Rama? Do you have any proof?”

Amano Yuuma also looked at Shoyo, half wary, half intrigued.

Had he really awakened a hero’s bloodline?

Recent intelligence said nothing about that.

Even if he had awakened it last night...
Could he have already reached the level to defeat an High-Class devil?

Yuuma’s body trembled. Deep down, she already knew the answer.

The man before her wasn’t ordinary.


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“Proof, huh... Will this do?”

With a flourish, Shoyo summoned a golden divine bow into his hand.

A symbol of Rama.

The Brahmastra, a legendary bow said to be able to pierce through three thousand worlds in a single shot.


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