Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 26: The Saved Girl Joan of Arc

"What is happening?"

The blonde-haired girl with skin as white as snow looked around.

She was a beautiful girl with violet eyes, like a doll.

It °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° was Joan of Arc.

The girl was surprised by the changed scenery.

To her, it must have seemed like the space had moved from the stake to a completely different place.

But it was still too early to be surprised.

"Seo-jun, look outside."

Joan’s violet pupils widened like a rabbit's as she looked at the view reflected in the window.

"My goodness, the cars are moving!"

Her cute reaction made me smile.

Beyond the window she was gazing out of, a gray cityscape filled with moving cars stretched out.

By "cars," she meant automobiles.

"This is my world. It seems that Jeanne has moved here with me."

"This place is...?"

Jeanne looked out the window with curious eyes.

"It’s completely different from France."

"To put it simply, it’s the future."

I explained the modern world to Jeanne in a way she could understand.

This was the future world, 600 years after 15th-century France.

It wasn’t exactly the same world, but I skipped over that part.

Just accepting the fact that this was the future was likely enough to strain Jeanne’s mind.

Explaining the concept of parallel universes would have been too much.

"So, are you from the future?"

"That’s one way to put it."

"I came to the future with you, Seo-jun."

Jeanne seemed both surprised and accepting.

Every time she was in a life-threatening situation, I had always warned her in advance.

Meanwhile, I was just as surprised.

‘I didn’t think we’d both be moved together.’

I had saved Jeanne, but I never imagined she would follow me here.

So far, when I had traveled to other worlds, artifacts from those worlds had come over, but never a "person."

‘Is this because history was distorted?’

The status window referred to Jeanne as a "Distorted One."

Jeanne, who should have died at the stake, had survived beyond her destined death, and now there was an error in history.

And that error—Jeanne—had been removed.

In return, I hadn’t received the "Saint’s Flags" as a reward, but it didn’t matter.

As long as I could see Jeanne safe, I didn’t need that flag.

Even without it, I had two legendary artifacts.

As I was smiling quietly at Jeanne’s amazement, something new appeared.

[New item added.]

‘?’

The status window message popped up, and a catalog I had never seen before appeared.

◆Transcendent Catalog

─Joan of Arc

‘Transcendent?’

Out of curiosity, I opened the Joan of Arc entry, and Jeanne’s personal details were listed.

[The Saved Girl Joan of Arc] [Rank: Legendary] [Attribute: Holy] [Current time in the world: 6 hours] [Re-summon cooldown: 2 hours]

─Joan of Arc, the Saint of the Salvation of France, is a Catholic saint who saved France during the Hundred Years' War.

Her fate, which should have ended at the stake, surpassed her scheduled death and was saved.

Reading Jeanne’s status window, I blinked in shock.

‘Jeanne is... a legend?’

The Jeanne I knew was an ordinary village girl who didn’t even know how to handle mana.

She was a normal girl who had been forced into sacrifice due to the Saint’s Flag and the fake stigmata.

But now, this ordinary girl had become a "legend."

It was surprising, but I could understand.

This world was one where even relics of famous historical figures carried power.

Let alone the fact that Jeanne wasn’t a relic but a person, and her fame was second to none in the world.

Joan of Arc was a saint known by everyone.

As long as people remembered her as a saint and revered her as a hero, Jeanne’s power would not fade.

By giving up the Saint’s Flag, I had effectively gained the saint herself. But...

‘Holy attribute?’

When I saw Jeanne’s attribute, I tilted my head.

‘I didn’t know there was a holy attribute?’

I had heard of the light attribute, but the holy attribute was new to me.

I felt puzzled but pushed the thought aside.

I needed to check Jeanne’s condition first.

She had just been released from the stake, after all.

But my concerns were unnecessary.

"I feel strangely full of energy."

Jeanne moved her body this way and that, as if fascinated by how she felt.

There was no sign of the fatigue that should have been caused by her imprisonment.

‘Must be because she’s a legend.’

I understood, but still, I had to take action.

"Let’s change your bandages first."

I took out a new bandage from my spatial backpack and removed the bloodstained one from Jeanne’s back.

And I was surprised.

‘It’s clean.’

Jeanne’s back was surprisingly clean.

The stigmata hadn’t disappeared, but the depth of the wounds, which had once been deep, had faded, and her rough skin had turned smooth and fair.

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The scars that once looked like stigmata were now left as tattoos.

Just like the real "stigmata" that Saint Francis of Assisi had.

"Is something strange?"

Jeanne asked, noticing me silently staring at her back.

"Does the stigmata hurt?"

"No, now that you mention it, it doesn’t hurt. What happened?"

Jeanne also realized that she was perfectly fine, and her eyes widened in surprise.

‘Well, I guess there’s no need for bandages now.’

Still, I wasn’t sure, so I wiped Jeanne’s back and wrapped a new bandage around it.

If anyone saw this tattoo, they might think it was the stigmata.

‘Better safe than sorry.’

Once I finished changing Jeanne’s bandages, a new concern arose.

"Mm."

"Is there a problem?"

"It’s not that, but you should change clothes."

Jeanne, though angelic, had a problem with her attire.

There was no way she could walk around wearing medieval execution attire in the modern world.

Since I didn’t know much about women’s clothing, I called in a savior.

─Why? I’m busy right now.

"I’ll give you some pocket money. Come to the shop."

─Now?

"Yes, now."

─Okay, I’ll be there soon!

The savior I called was my younger sister, Choi Seo-yeon.

"Oppa, are you kidnapping people now?"

"Shut up or no pocket money."

"Who is she?"

Choi Seo-yeon whispered to me as she looked at Jeanne, sitting quietly at the shop.

"Her name’s Jeanne. She’s a foreign hunter. The association entrusted her to me, and I decided to take care of her."

"Wow, she’s really beautiful."

Seo-yeon didn’t seem to care about my explanation and was busy admiring Jeanne.

"I’ll give you a card. Pick out some clothes for Jeanne."

"Got it. Leave it to me."

Seo-yeon’s eyes sparkled dangerously, like someone expecting to play dress-up.

"Don’t put her in anything weird, or you won’t get any pocket money."

"Don’t worry. I’m a pro at this."

Her confident words made me feel a little uneasy, but it would be fine. After all, she was my sister, so she had a good sense.

"It’s nice to meet you. I’m Choi Seo-yeon, the younger sister of Choi Seo-jun."

"Oh, so you’re his sister."

Jeanne reacted to Seo-yeon with a tilt of her head.

"Who else would I be?"

"I thought you two might be a couple."

Gulp!

Jeanne’s innocent answer made me cough awkwardly.

"Don’t worry, it’s definitely not like that. That’ll never happen, no matter what."

Seo-yeon hastily denied it, and Jeanne’s expression brightened in an oddly pleased way.

‘Well, at least there’s no problem communicating.’

Jeanne, a 15th-century European who didn’t speak Korean, could understand Seo-yeon perfectly.

This meant Jeanne shared the linguistic privileges I received when traveling to different worlds.

Still, just in case, I followed them to the shopping mall.

"I’ll stay here. Go pick something and come out."

"Got it."

While Seo-yeon picked out clothes for Jeanne, I sat by the entrance of the shop and waited.

About ten minutes later, Jeanne came out of the fitting room, having changed clothes.

"How does it look?"

"......"

Jeanne was wearing a pure white dress.

She looked like an angel who had descended from the heavens.

"Well?"

"You did great."

I immediately transferred 300,000 won to Seo-yeon.

"Yes! Oppa, I have to go, I’m busy!"

I guess she was really in a rush.

Seo-yeon hurriedly left, and I turned to Jeanne.

Jeanne seemed uncomfortable in the new clothes and kept adjusting them.

"Do you think it’s strange?"

"It suits you perfectly."

The pure white dress fit Jeanne’s atmosphere like a glove. I was glad I called Seo-yeon.

She really picked the perfect clothes.

By the way...

"Jeanne, aren’t you hungry?"

"Bread is enough for me."

Jeanne had survived on black bread and thin soup during the war.

It had become a habit for her to eat like that.

She had never tasted anything delicious.

All the good food went to Bishop Cambrai.

‘That bastard...’

I regretted not being able to hit him more.

It was right after I had beaten him in the chapel.

"Forget about that. Let’s go eat something delicious."

"Something delicious?"

"Yes, this world has a highly developed food culture."

I decided to take Jeanne out to eat first.

She had probably gone an entire week without food, being interrogated by those damn bishops.

"What does ‘food culture’ mean?"

"It means the food here is really tasty."

Jeanne’s violet eyes sparkled like jewels.

She didn’t need to say anything; her face showed how much she was looking forward to it.

I smiled and grabbed Jeanne’s hand.

"Let’s go."

Samgyeopsal, kimchi, bulgogi, fried chicken...

I wanted to introduce Jeanne to Korean food.