Chapter 87: Is This Really A Child?!
Clara tilted her head slightly at her master’s explanation of this so-called Jeanne d’Arc.
"A warrior girl who led armies... heard the voice of God... and was burned for witchcraft? And how old was this Jeanne?"
Adam shrugged at the question and responded.
"Sixteen years old, according to the story."
"I see... hmm, it’s nice to see a fellow woman being praised for their efforts... Hard work and merit truly do pay off."
"Though I cannot fault the story. It seems this Jeanne d’Arc and I share... similarities. A shame I was never canonized for my efforts. But then again... I don’t want to be burned alive either, but... I still think my end is far more brutal than hers."
"Ugh! Tell me about it. Being burnt alive is a painful way to go; trust me, I would know."
Said Adam, causing Clara to slowly turned her to him, her expression still remained the same but Adam could tell that shit wanted to say, "You say that as if you were burnt alive once," which was indeed true, earlier tonight he got his ass cooked by a Bulgae.
But that was a story he would rather tell at another time.
He wanted to compliment her swordsmanship, because damn, it was impressive, but something else also caught his attention. The Blood of Alash was doing something strange to him. He had seen Clara use her technique once before, and oddly enough, he felt like he could mimic it, even without fully understanding how or why
Because of this, he also knows, as a result of instinct, that if he didn’t have a proper blade in his hand. He just knew it wouldn’t work right without one. It was a condition-based ability. Just like Clara couldn’t use her Phantom Blade Sword Style without a sword, he felt the same limitation pressing against him.